Chapter 13 (1/2)

Since Xue Tingxiang has made up his mind to copy books, Zhao’er has no reason to object.

However, she made a great ambition to earn a lot of money in the future, so that she would no longer let him worry about a book, not to mention here.

After Zhao’er helped him spread the paper, she went to find a suitable needle and thread and planned to bind it for him after he had finished writing it.

Xue Tingxiang laughed involuntarily, but said nothing. He picked up his brush and wrote it carefully on the paper.

He planned to copy all the books he had memorized, because he had found a problem. Since he had that dream, “Xue Tingxiang” has exerted more and more influence on him, including on his own memory.

Especially all the books he has learned since kindergarten. He had looked through the memory of the dream before, and he had memories of some books in elementary school and even college, but the memory was so vague that many of the more detailed things were forgotten.

He thought about the next reason and felt that “he” seemed to be very disgusted with the memory of that studying hard, so he always adopted an evasive attitude. Coupled with the fact that Xue Tingxiang in the dream has lived for more than 70 years, he has been addicted to officialdom since he passed the highest imperial examination, and he did not care about his own knowledge.

Many years have passed in a trance, and his memory is more about the ups and downs of officialdom, the forces of the party struggle, and the speculation of the hearts of the people than the original nature of a scholar.

Seriously, “Xue Tingxiang” is not a real scholar, he is just a politician.

But it is obvious that he does not need these things now, as if a young child has a precious blade, and he knows what these things mean to his future. But now all young children need is a piece of clothes, or just food and clothing.

But these memories have begun to affect his own memory, that is, he does not want to forget what he has learned, and what he needs to do now is to consolidate his memory and combine Xue Tingxiang’s advanced understanding of many things.

And the best way to master it is to copy books.

It is obvious that the yellow bamboo paper is of poor quality, and the writing strength is not too light to be serious. if it is light, the ink is uneven, and if it is heavy, it will faint away, but Xue Tingxiang wrote on it with freely flowing style. The handwriting on it is full, round and majestic.

Zhao’er held her breath and dared not even make a sound, staring at Xue Tingxiang, who was writing smoothly, and suddenly had the illusion that a little man had grown up.

Xue Tingxiang soon finished one, and he was about to take it away to dry when Zhao’er hurriedly took it and spread it carefully on the bed. Her eyes were attracted by the words, and though she didn’t know how to appreciate them, she thought that the words were like pictures.

During this period, Xue Tingxiang wrote another one.

In this way, Xue Tingxiang wrote, Zhao’er put it to dry, and soon the bed was covered with paper.

A Three-Character Classic was no more than a thousand words, and Xue Tingxiang soon finished it.

He put down his pen, took a deep breath, and moved his wrist several times. He hadn’t written in such high density for a long time, which was a challenge to his wrist strength.

“In fact, I can copy books to subsidize my family.” He said suddenly.

He has been thinking about this for a long time. In his dream, he only reads books. He really “does not listen to anything outside the window, but only reads the books of saints and sages”. But it is Zhao’er who has been working hard to support this family.

Once “he” was helpless and sighed about this situation, but she was willing but powerless, coupled with the fact that Zhao’er was really capable, had a talent that no one else had in business, and was very careful, and never let him worry about money, so he stopped thinking about it.

Looking back, he realized that ‘he’ cared more about it than he thought. since he could earn some taels of silvers to support his family now, why not give it a try.

How can a man be supported by a woman? he should be the one to protect her from the wind and rain. He didn’t understand at this time in the dream, but fortunately he does now.

“copy books to make money?” Zhao’er shook her head : “How can that work? It’s not only a hard work, but also hurts your eyes.”

“It’s not as exaggerated as you say. Look, I just copied a copy in a moment.” He arranged all the pages into a pile and took them to Zhao’er for binding.

“Copying books can not only make money, but also read books, so why not do it? I remember that there is a bookshop in town that will ask some poor scholars to help copy books and sell them. Go to town tomorrow and show this book to the bookstore owner. If it is feasible, you can help me to get a job and try it out first. ”

At this point, he paused: “Forget it. I’ll go with you. We’ll go to town tomorrow.”

“Is this really going to work?” When it comes to little men, Zhao’er always hesitates to counts all costs.

“There’s nothing wrong with it.”

Now that the matter was settled, they got up early the next day and went out without even having breakfast at home.

Yuqing Village is located in the next small village of Huyang Town. In fact, Huyang Town is also Huyang Township, just named after the town. There are dozens of villages like this under the town of Huyang, among which Yuqing Village is one of the larger villages.

It takes nearly two hours to walk from Yuqing village to the town. It is faster to take an ox cart or a mule cart. Every day there is a cart from the village to the town. The ox cart is slow and cheap, so you can take a ride for two cents. Mule carts are expensive, four cents per person, but the speed is not comparable to that of an ox cart.

After walking out of Yuqing Village, we came to a fork in the road and walked west for a while. Zhao’er and Xue Tingxiang stopped and stood under the big tree by the side of the road waiting for cart.

Their clothes were simple but neat, especially  Zhao’er, was dressed in men’s clothes.

“It turns out that every time you go out, you have to walk through the vegetable field behind you, just to change your clothes?”

Zhao’er nodded, feeling guilty. But now that she has made a decision, she is prepared for the worst. Fortunately, Xue Tingxiang only showed a trace of surprise on his face, but he didn’t show much dislike.

“It’s more convenient to go out in this way, so I won’t be considered as a girl.”

Xue Tingxiang pursed the corners of his mouth and glanced at her.

The young man in front of him looks handsome, but from a man’s point of view, he is a little thin, but he really can’t see that he is a girl. After careful observation, he found that Zhao’er had thickened her eyebrows, and her chest had become flat without knowing how to do it.

It also seemed to find that the little man’s eyes stayed on her chest for too long. Zhao’er explained: “This is too inconvenient, so I wrapped it with a cloth.”

She spoke very casually, as if she were talking about what we had for lunch, but Xue Tingxiang had a sense of dissipation.

He recalled the dream in which the pair in front of Zhao’er ‘s chest was so plump that he suddenly had a feeling that she would be crushed. He couldn’t help saying, “it won’t be squashed?”

Zhao’er was a little surprised. She didn’t think about it so much, so she said, “well, it’s no use anyway.”