In Beijing, the temperature in February may be pleasant, or it may be the excitement of spring. In the evening, the boathouse with red lanterns docked beside the Jing River is bustling with activity. There was an endless stream of literati and poets, listening to music, composing poems, and enjoying themselves in the boathouse.
"Oh, it's too far away...can't hear you clearly!"
Not far from the flower boat building, a painting boat docked on the shore. A young man in white sat on the bow. He shook the wine bottle in his hand, poured some into the wine glass, took a sip, and looked at the bustle not far away. Looking at the boathouse from a distance, I felt a little regretful.
The little girl boarded the painting boat with some paintings and calligraphy, and saw the young man drinking.
"Master, drink less, we have no money." The little girl muttered.
The boy, who was full of bookishness, turned back to look at the little girl and said helplessly: "Didn't I ask you to sell calligraphy and paintings?"
The little girl pouted, held the calligraphy and painting in front of the young man, threw it to the young man, and complained: "No one wants the young master's calligraphy and painting at all."
"It shouldn't be. How much money did you sell it for?" The young man put aside the calligraphy and painting that the little girl threw over, and poured some wine from the jug.
"Five cents... Oh, Master, you still want to drink!" The little girl snatched the young man's wine bottle, "We have no money, so we can save some money and drink tomorrow. There is still a month until spring, so we have to save this money. A little flower.”
The young man sighed and simply drank the wine in the glass.
"Do you know how much money we paid for the rolls of paper for our calligraphy and painting?"
The little girl nodded: "I know, I bought the scroll for six dollars a piece."
The young man looked like he hated iron and said: "A piece of paper roll costs six cents. Master, if I am good at calligraphy and painting, can I sell it for five cents?"
"I originally sold it for ten yuan, but no one wanted it. Then I sold it for eight yuan or six yuan, but no one wanted it, so I sold it at a loss." The little girl looked like I was not in charge.
"How many paintings were sold for five cents?" the young man asked uncertainly.
"Two!"
Fortunately, the loss was not much... The young man breathed a sigh of relief: "Tomorrow, you can sell one piece for five taels of silver."
The little girl looked in disbelief and probed the boy's forehead with her hand, "You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense..."
You don’t understand even after I tell you... The young man slapped the little girl’s hand away and said, “I’ll get off the boat and take a walk, and you can write notes on the boat.”
The little girl listened with a face full of reluctance, "Everyone else's notes are written by myself, but Master, you have to ask the maid to write your notes."
The young man said angrily: "I'll sell it to you if I keep arguing."
"The young master doesn't know how to sell girls. The young master can't even tie his own hair!" The little girl smiled playfully.
So true... The young man sighed helplessly and got off the boat.
After the boy got off the boat, the little girl went back to the cabin, took out her notebook, and started writing:
On January 21st, the twenty-sixth year of Yuanqing, today I entered the capital for the first time with the young master. The young master gave most of the money he had to the refugees, and lost all the remaining silver. He was penniless and wandered the streets with the young master. Fortunately, we met a very nice aunt. She felt sorry for us and gave us some food and some silver... But for some reason, the aunt gave us a lot!
On February 6, the twenty-sixth year of Yuanqing, ten days after arriving in Beijing, the young master bought a painting boat with the silver given by his aunt. He said it was an investment. When he left Beijing, he could sell it in exchange for silver, saving money for staying in an inn. . The young master thought I didn't know. In fact, the young master just wanted to stay closer to the ship building so that he could listen to music without spending any money.
On February 7, the twenty-sixth year of Yuanqing, today the young master asked me to buy a roll of paper, saying that I wanted to make calligraphy and paintings and sell them for money. Today I heard that a painted boat costs six taels of silver, but the young master bought it yesterday for ten taels of silver! When I left Beijing, I couldn't get back ten taels of silver. I didn't have much silver to begin with, and I lost money again.
Today, the young master felt that he could not hear clearly on the boat, so he went to the pavilion next to the boat building to listen to music.
On February 8th, the twenty-sixth year of Yuanqing, today the young master made calligraphy and paintings and asked me to sell them. The young master’s calligraphy and paintings are very beautiful, but for some reason no one buys them... Maybe the placement is wrong. I’ll try not to put a casino next time. At the door.
Today the young master went to the pavilion again to listen to music.
On February 9, the twenty-sixth year of Yuanqing, I heard someone talking today about the fact that all the maidservants have deeds of prostitution in the hands of their masters. But the young master doesn’t have a deed of sale for me, so I have to write one to the young master. I am the young master’s legitimate maid... Today the young master went to the pavilion to listen to music again.
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Su Mo carried a pot of wine and wandered to a pavilion under the ship's building. Here you can hear the oiran playing music behind the scenes of the ship's pavilion, you can see the dancers in front of the ship's pavilion dancing to the music, and you can see the literati behind the ship's pavilion chanting poems and drinking wine.
If I had money, I could also go and drink on the boat building... Su Mo sat in the pavilion, watching the singing and dancing on the boat building, and was filled with envy.
"Alas, people are poor but have short ambitions!" Su Mo picked up the wine bottle and took a sip into his mouth.
Immoral... Touching the few broken pieces of silver in his arms, Su Mo couldn't help but feel angry.
Above the ship building, the music of the piano sounded.
The spring breeze comes slowly, stirring up the passing river.
Su Mo is not from this world. To be precise, the soul in this body does not belong to this world, but comes from an ancient country in a civilized world that has been inherited for five thousand years. It is civilized and distant.
That day, when I woke up, I saw that it was no longer the past life.
That day, it was autumn, and I picked up my pen and ink.
That day, Qiu Wei passed the examination.
That day, Su Mo entered this world at a loss.
In this world, immortals and demons arise together, and thousands of races stand together.
Everyone in this world can cultivate immortality.
This world is full of crises, but immortals are everywhere.
In this world, human life is like a piece of grass.
"This world is like shit..."
The body that Su Mo traveled through was called Su Mo when he was alive. What a coincidence... Su Mo understood his predecessor and this world in the memory of this body.
Su Mo, courtesy name Jingyan. The characters that were supposed to be erected at the coming-of-age ceremony at the age of twenty were erected in advance because both adoptive parents died. Scholars participated in the Qiu Wei, but it was later generations who completed the Qiu Wei examination.
Su Mo didn't know why he helped his predecessor complete the Qiu Wei exam and came to participate in the Spring Wei exam.
Maybe it was the obsession of his predecessor, the title on the gold list... Su Mo sighed.
Su Mo had no plans for the rest of his life.
Let's take it one day at a time and fulfill the long-cherished wish for my predecessor... As for what to do next, Su Mo has no plans.
"Maybe he will take advantage of the situation and become an official?"
Being named on the gold list was the long-cherished wish of his predecessor, and becoming an official was Su Mo's idea.
Although he was still confused, after months of understanding, Su Mo was no longer as scared and helpless as when he first arrived.
Once it comes, it will go away...
Scholars in this world, what are they reading for? Nominated for the gold list, they are rising rapidly.
But Su Mo had some yearning for immortality in this world, but it was too far away from ordinary people.
Let’s set a small goal first and get the top score in the exam...
After thinking about it for a long time, I still decided to take it one step at a time.
After traveling for several months, I made no achievements...the only sense of existence was that I picked up a little girl and cheated her away with a bun...
It's embarrassing for his time-travel colleagues... Su Mo thought of some time-travel novels from his previous life. Those who traveled through time and became kings after just one month were really enviable.
"Look at people who travel through time. They either bring a system or a bUff! It's the same time travel. I don't have a system or a bUff..."
Su Mo looked at the night sky above his head. A beautiful shadow flew past and floated into the ship building not far away... "There are so many cheaters everywhere..."
