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"Ah!"

Fang Xing sneezes and quickly washes his hands and face before he dares to hug Wuyou.

Xiao Wuyou's eyes stared at the void with a serious expression.

"Baby Wuyou, do you want to eat candy? Dad has a lot of delicious food here. Can you grow up quickly?"

Wuyou still ignored her, her mouth squirmed, her eyes closed, and she fell asleep.

"My daughter doesn't like me!"

Fang Xing put Wuyou on the small bed in disappointment, and the big insects and the little insects at the foot of the bed were lazily lying there.

"Big insect, little insect, start practicing!"

Muhua shouted outside and the bell appeared.

The big and small insects immediately got up, looking a little impatient.

"Dad, go and see it! Big insects and little insects go to catch hares."

Tudou and Ping'an ran in, each man and a dog, and both kids were so excited.

"The farm cannot train a good dog, so let the servants lead them into the mountain."

When he arrived at the front yard, Fang Xing told Xin Laoqi.

"Master, there are tigers, leopards and wolves in the mountains, and the big insects and small insects are still small!"

"It's just driven away."

Unless there is a team of mountain dogs, it is not enough to challenge those beasts.

"Dad, let's go too."

"Go, you and Ping An go."

Fang Xing let go generously and asked Xin Laoqi and the others to bring Potato and peace into the mountains.

The two children cheered with worries and followed Xin Laoqi and the others. Xie Jin came out quietly and said, "You have Wuyou, and you even have your son free?"

Of course Fang Xing would not admit: "It's not true, boys will certainly have to beat them. It's good to go into the mountains to hone them."

Xie Jin agreed: "It cannot be made without grinding, but Yu Qian is a little straightforward and cannot be grinded well!"

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Yu Qian was very depressed. After being taught a lesson by Fang Xing, he would come out to visit the market every day. During this period, his wallet was stolen three times and beaten once.

But he only saw the family matters and the little people were busy making rice every day.

In the end, he simply set up a stall on the edge of avenue not far from home.

This small stall is just a table and a chair, with a piece of paper spread on the table with four big words "Writing letters" written on it.

Most of this street is made of civilians, with a large flow of people, but its purchasing power is not large, so most of the shops on both sides sell cheap food or grocery stores.

Yu Qian's stall is outside a grocery store. The owner of the grocery store originally wanted to charge him for two copper coins a day, but later he saw that his letters were very low, so he just wanted to only have one copper coin.

Just as he wrote a letter to someone, Yu Qian felt something was gaining, so he took out the water bag and took a sip.

"Then who, you don't give money from tomorrow."

The owner of the grocery store shouted, Yu Qian stood up, turned around and bowed: "Thank you, Shopkeeper Liu for your kindness. You just occupied the place and affected your business. You can never lose a copper coin, otherwise you can only move to another place."

Manager Liu walked out, looked at Yu Qian's flattened purse, and sighed: "You are sympathetic to the elderly and cherish the poor. You are unwilling to collect money by writing letters. You have to pay for pens, ink, paper and inkstone. Scholars, I never miss the situation when looking at people. You are not good, you are just a little stubborn."

Yu Qian smiled. He knew his fault, and Fang Xing also knew it, but he said that it was born and could not be changed.

"Can you have a wife and children at home?"

Manager Liu sat on the table, picked up the piece of paper, and praised: "Good words, if you see words, you will definitely not be broken."

"But Cai Jing is also a master of calligraphy, but he has been terrified for thousands of years." Yu Qian's stubborn temper broke out and he immediately refuted it.

Manager Liu sneered and said, "What do you know? Isn't the treacherous and loyal ministers just a pen of a literati? A few years ago, I heard a poem by Xing He Bo, which was about Qin Hui, who had been terrified for thousands of years. Haha! Well said it! If it weren't for Zhao Gou's instructions, how could Qin Hui dare to attack Yue Fei?"

"As for Cai Jing, just look at the emperor, you will know. Compared with our Majesty! Zhao Ji is a foolish monarch. What famous ministers can there be under the foolish monarch? Even if he sends several adults from this dynasty over there, he will be a mediocre and inaction, ridiculous!"

Yu Qian was speechless. No matter what Cai Jing's historical evaluation was, Zhao Ji was first nailed to the pillar of shame.

"There is no famous minister under the tyrant king, please be taught by me!"

What is a foolish monarch?

First of all, you have to do bad things and plunder the people’s wealth. Secondly, you are ruthless and do whatever you oppose.

The emperor like Zhengde might be fooling around, but he is still a thousand miles away from the foolish monarch, otherwise Yang Tinghe and others would have been on the court long ago.

And famous officials must be like Xia Yuanji, who dare to be famous officials. Whether it is Yang Rong or Yang Shiqi, the others cannot be regarded as famous officials at present!

Therefore, historical books cannot be fully trusted. There are no famous ministers under the tyrant king, and Yu Qian thinks this is the most reasonable.

There are always many people in the grassroots!

When Manager Liu saw Yu Qian, he became a little impressed. He had been doing business for many years and was well-informed and experienced, and he could regard Yu Qian as a child.

It was not until a middle-aged man came over with a cart with a side box that Manager Liu stopped angrily: "You do business first, if you don't know anything, go in and ask me."

"Thank you, Manager Liu."

Yu Qian used to be a little fond of businessmen, but since he learned that Ma Su was still digging a hole when he released the results, he felt that he was too arrogant in the past.

The visitor looked at him in his forties, his face was exhausted, and there were a few small holes on his face. He first patted his butt, then sat down and said, "Sir, please write a letter from the young man."

Yu Qian opened the lid of the inkstone, added some water to stir it up, and said, "Please say it."

"Just say that the young man is very good in Peking. I recently found a good job. I just follow the shopkeeper in and out to drive the train every day. I can eat well and eat enough..."

Seeing Yu Qian writing like flying, the man grinned and touched the cracked hole on his face because of the dryness, and smiled and said, "Sir, remember to write better so that my son would not worry about it. He would quit the errand and go home at that time."

Yu Qian nodded, then stopped writing and looked up and asked, "Old man, how can I ask the son what his life is doing?"

This is one of his training plans, asking each guest's home situation and then analyzing the current living conditions of the people.

The man smiled and said, "The young man was chosen by the caravan because he learned that science. He followed him to work as a mate. He went to the grassland at the beginning of the year and said he wanted to trade with the Tatars and so on, and it would take a long time to come back."

It's science!

Yu Qian remembered the few science books he threw in the box, and was about to go back and read them carefully.

"Just say everything is fine at home, his sister is fine, she plays at home every day, and she is so happy..."

"father……"

At this time, a small head appeared in the cart, with messy hair and a clean face.

When the man heard this, he turned around and carried the child out, put it on his knees and smiled: "Second Mother, wait, let's write a letter to your elder brother, and then my father will take you home for dinner."

The little girl looked up at the man with her head, then looked at Yu Qian again, her eyes dull.

"Dad, I'm hungry."

"Okay, Dad has potatoes here, or baked in the morning."

The man took out a roasted yellow-black potato from his arms, tried the temperature with his face, and then broke it apart and fed the little girl.

"Second Mother, when your elder brother comes back this time, my dad will find you a sister-in-law. Is it good to play with you at home every day?"

"good."

The little girl of five or six years old, Yu Qian, was sad when she was eating and looking at her. He handed over his water bag and said, "Give the child a sip, it's smooth."

"How dare you! No need, sir, I have it."

The man took out a water bag, but the water was a little cold. The little girl took a sip and her teeth were cold. She quickly took a bite of potatoes.

Yu Qian sighed in his heart and then began to write again.

"My son is filial, so he has to agree, otherwise he will run back, and the young man will be swollen and fat, making the gentleman laugh."

"Just say that the family's money is enough for him to get married. Don't fight hard and come back soon."

Yu Qian finished writing in a few seconds and asked while waiting for Mo Dian: "Old man, can you support yourself and your daughter in this work?" 19
Chapter completed!