Xinyang County Pier was extremely lively today. A group of rich children in gorgeous clothes gathered here.

Seeing that the group of people he had brought obediently paid for Ji Renjian to write a letter, Qin Buqiu, who was originally here to make fun of and humiliate Ji Renjian, suddenly became furious.

Ji Mian was so shameless that she was so angry. The group of people she brought were so stupid and obedient and gave them money. Qin Buqiu was so angry that he was about to die!

"Miss Qin, this is your love letter. I have put it in an envelope for you. But you also know that I am really poor and the envelope is plain and simple. You can buy a better envelope and put it in it." Ji Mian put her hands in her hands.

He held the envelope and handed it to Qin Buqiu.

Qin Buqiu sat on a stool with his legs crossed, holding a fan in his hand to fan the wind vigorously, saying "hum" and refusing to stop.

The smile on Ji Mian's face did not diminish by half, and she added: "Maybe you want to send it directly to the person in the love letter...me."

Qin Buqiu became interested at this time. He shook his fan and looked at Ji Mian with squinted eyes: "Huh? So you knew it all along, so why don't you still write it?"

Qin Buqiu closed the fan in the palm of his hand and pointed at Ji Shan who was holding the deposit aside: "Little lady, Miss Ji knew that my love letter was meant for her, and she still finished it for me with a smile."

Ji Shan put the deposits he received into his wallet one by one. Hearing this, he turned to look at Qin Buqiu and asked with a smile: "So?"

Qin Buqiu stared and pointed at himself: "She is interested in me!"

Ji Shan nodded: "Oh...if you pay one hundred taels, I can ask the wife to write you twenty love letters."

It's half price, which is very affordable. Even if you're not a big customer, she won't pay this price.

Qin Buqiu: "..."

Ji Mian: "..."

The rich children around him burst into laughter: "...Pfft-".

Qin Buqiu didn't believe this. She put her elbow on the table, supported her chin with one hand, and raised her eyebrows at Ji Mian: "In the world, since you know my feelings for you, I will give you this letter, but

Please reply to me."

Ji Mian nodded, held up the envelope, and smiled at Qin Buqiu: "Since you gave it to me, just let me handle it, right?"

Qin Buqiu nodded and winked: "It doesn't matter even if you announce it to the people in the county."

Ji Mian nodded, and the next moment he turned around and threw the envelope into the trash can behind him. Then he turned back and smiled at Qin Buqiu, who looked shocked: "Do you still need me to write a letter for you? If necessary, twelve envelopes.

If you don't need it, please move your butt and give up your seat. I'll also write to other young ladies."

Qin Buqiu was shocked for a while before he regained consciousness, slapped the table and stood up: "Ji Renjian, don't bully others too much!"

Ji Mian raised her head and looked at Qin Buqiu's angry look. She got up and went to the next stall to buy a bowl of iced mung bean soup and handed it to Qin Buqiu: "Here, Bingbingshou, such a noble hand, must be swollen from patting it."

Qin Buqiu endured the pain in his palms, snorted coldly with his hands behind his back, and left with the maid with an angry face.

Qin Buqiu is not a bad person, he is just a paper tiger. Compared with his original Ji Renjian, he is simply a good person.

Qin Buqiu left, and Ji Mian smiled and handed the mung bean soup in his hand to Ji Shan. Ji Shan glanced at the cold mung bean soup and said in a calm voice: "I don't drink things that others don't want."

Ji Mian: "...it's clean, that Qin Buqiu didn't drink it."

Ji Shan: "No."

Ji Mian shrugged, drank it all in one gulp, and returned the bowl. It tasted so good, she could drink ten more bowls!

Then Ji Mian began to write letters to the children of the wealthy families brought by Qin Buqiu, writing very seriously. After all, after charging such a high price, it was natural to improve the quality.

Before the Shen time (15 o'clock), Ji Mian and his wife had already earned more than sixty taels. They wrote for some common people later, and they also earned more than one hundred taels at ten liang per letter.

There's only one hour left until Youshi, and they haven't bought anything yet.

The two hurriedly packed up their things and went to the bookshop to return tables, chairs, pens, ink, paper and inkstones. Then they went to the market to buy various food and utensils. Jishan also bought a bamboo box to put those things.

After he finished shopping, Ji Mian asked Ji Shan for a hundred coins.

Ji Shan asked while giving it: "Why do you need a hundred yuan?"

Ji Mian held a hundred coins and ran, waving as she ran, "Give it back to the old lady. I bought the cloth and haven't given you the money yet. Just wait for me, I'll be right back."

When Ji Mian ran there, the thin old woman was still sitting on the roadside on the river bank selling her veils and face towels.

Ji Mian ran to the old lady, knelt down and looked at the old lady and said with a smile: "Old man, this is the money to buy your face cloth. I'll give it to you."

The old woman squinted her eyes and saw a hundred pennies on her box. She shook her head in surprise: "Girl, the cloth I gave you was sold for three pennies. You gave me too much! I can't accept it!"

Ji Mian found that almost none of the veils and face cloths on the old woman's box were sold. She was silent for a moment, pointed to the beautiful veils and asked, "How do you sell these?"

The old lady smiled and said: "Ten coins each. If you want it, I'll give it to you cheaply, eight coins."

Ji Mian nodded, grabbed a handful, maybe three or four, then stood up and waved it to the old lady, and said hurriedly: "I bought it. I have to leave beforehand, please remember to keep the money." After that, he hurried away.

, for fear that the old lady would catch up and return the money to her.

Running back to Ji Shan, Ji Shan took Ji Mian to a wonton shop and ordered two large bowls of wontons.

Ji Shan: "Did you give one hundred coins to the old man?"

Ji Mian smiled and took out the veil from her right fold: "I bought several veils from an old man. They have different styles. They are all very beautiful. I will give them to you."

Ji Shan reached out and took it: "It looks good, but it doesn't match what I'm wearing now."

Ji Mian waved her hand: "It's okay, I will buy you a lot of beautiful clothes to wear, so that you can match."

Ji Shan: "How did you get the money? Writing letters for others? It's not every day that someone as generous as Miss Qin comes to patronize your business."

Ji Mian squinted and smiled and waved her hand: "No, no, no, you are wrong. I am not just writing a letter, but increasing my visibility."

Ji Mian sat on the same bench as Ji Shan and said mysteriously: "I will write letters here for a few days. My handwriting is beautiful and it will definitely spread. When the time is right, believe me, someone will ask me to buy it."

It’s not how much a letter costs, but how much a word costs. Then it won’t be easy to make money..."

Ji Shan opened his mouth, and was stunned for a moment by what Ji Mian said. He hesitated and said: "...are you sure?"

Ji Mian raised her eyebrows and said, "Of course! After all, the book is not copied in vain, and the handwriting is not fake."

Ji Shan: "...I want to go to Wangcheng to find my relatives. I don't want to stay in Xinyang County forever."

Ji Mian patted Ji Shan's shoulder: "Madam, don't worry, in order for us to live a better life whether on the road or in the royal city, please give me a few days. When I make money, we will go to the royal city to help you."

Looking for relatives."

Ji Shan was silent for a moment: "Okay."

Ji Mian doesn't want to study at all now. No matter how she tries to persuade her, it won't work. The days will be long in the future, so let's just walk.

After the two of them finished two large bowls of wontons, Ji Mian took them out of the city and spent eight coins on an ox cart back to Tianshang Village.

When we returned to Tianshang Village, it was already dark.

The two of them ate wontons in Xinyang County, which was considered as dinner. They wanted to boil hot water and take a bath early in the morning.

There was no firewood at home, so Ji Shan took Ji Mian to the next door neighbor to buy it. People in the village didn't like Ji Renjian, so they completely ignored Ji Mian's eyes and nose and just talked to Ji Shan.

After spending money to buy firewood, the two moved back to the old house together.

We have firewood, but we still need to chop it.

Ji Renjian's fingers are white and tender, and he has never done hard work. Before Ji Renjian died, Ji Shan learned all the work at home from the kind-hearted sister next door, even chopping firewood.

He fell alive on the top of Mount Ji.

Ji Shan held an ax in his hand and laboriously chopped firewood, his arms trembling.

Even though she has been chopping for a while, Ji Shan is still not very good at chopping. She is relatively thin and weak. Although she is not short, she has a small frame and not much strength.

"Crack-" Ji Shan laboriously split a piece of thick wood into two halves, but it was still too big and needed to be split in half again.

Ji Shan straightened the fallen wood and raised the ax to continue chopping. When the ax was about to fall, a slender and well-proportioned hand grasped the ax handle.

"I'll do it, your arms are shaking."

The sky was dark, but Ji Shan's thinness was still clearly visible to Ji Mian's eyes.

Ji Shan turned to look at Ji Mian: "Can you do that?"

Ji Mian shrugged: "You can try."

Ji Shan did not show any restraint and handed the ax to Ji Mian. Ji Mian took it, holding the ax in both hands and adjusting its position against the wood.

"Click——"

Quickly and accurately, as if in just a blink of an eye, the wood split open.

Ji Shan looked at Ji Mian in surprise, and Ji Mian blinked: "It seems okay?"

Ji Shan's eyes lit up: "You can chop the firewood, and I'll fetch the water."

Ji Mian nodded: "Okay."

Under the moonlight, in the small courtyard, two people were chopping firewood and the other carrying water. The atmosphere was harmonious, and there was a vague feeling of peace and tranquility over time.

The two of them took a rest early after taking a shower, both of them were tired.

In the middle of the night, it started to rain heavily, making a crackling sound on the tiles on the roof. Ji Mian was a little disturbed in her sleep. She closed her eyes and frowned, covered her head with a quilt and continued to sleep.

"Papa...papa...Ji Renjian..."

Ji Mian slept soundly.

"Papa...Ji Mian——"
To be continued...