Chapter two hundred and seventeen the money belongs to him
However, the work of making clay figurines is only used when rich families are buried with them, and ordinary people cannot afford it and have no use.
Therefore, when he was at home, he was also a craftsman, helping people carve here and there and earn some money to support his family.
It's just that this low-level craft can't make much money all year round. When you work a lot, you can barely support your family. When you work a little, it's really hard to say.
Old Man Wang was not too surprised when he saw Ling Yun and the other two. After all, he worked for people all year round and people would come to his door from time to time.
Therefore, his tone towards Ling Yun and the two was rather calm.
"What's going on with you two?"
Ling Yun first raised his hand to him and asked straight to the point, "Old man, excuse me, I heard that I am a clay servant?"
When Old Man Wang heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then he looked at Ling Yun and said, "That's right, old man. I wonder what you two are here for?"
Ling Yun said slowly, "Old man, that's it. I want to ask you for help. I wonder if it's possible. The salary is thirty taels a month. What do you think?"
Although he was not sure about the salary, he thought that three taels of silver a month should be enough, right?
Unexpectedly, when Old Man Wang heard that it was three taels of silver a month, a light flashed in his eyes, and then he exclaimed, "What did you say? Three taels of silver?"
Seeing the shocked look in Old Man Wang's eyes, Ling Yun thought that the salary he paid must be too high, but if he could carve letters, it would not be high.
So Ling Yun asked, "Well! With three taels of silver, can I know how to engrave?"
Old Man Wang said excitedly, "Okay, okay, I rely on these hands to eat, and I know how to eat ordinary things."
As long as there is work to do, there is nothing that Lao Wang cannot do.
Old Man Wang first invited the two of them in, sat down and had a sip of tea.
Ling Yun chatted with him for a long time. Fortunately, Old Wang actually knew something about carving. He only needed a little bit, and Old Wang could understand it. God helped him!
Finally, Ling Yun spent a long time tinkering at Old Man Wang's house.
First, the clay is made into blanks with the same specifications, and one end is engraved with reverse single characters. The height of the protrusions of the characters is as thick as the edge of a copper coin. They are then hardened with fire to become a single movable clay type.
This is the simplest movable type printing. Unexpectedly, Ling Yun and Old Man Wang finally made it.
Although the fonts were engraved, it was far from enough, so Ling Yun said to Old Man Wang, "Old Man Wang, make more of these. Later I will send you the words that need to be engraved one by one, and you can follow the instructions in the book."
You can do it right away. If you are too busy, you can also find two more helpers. As for the money, I will give it to two people each. What do you think?"
"oh?"
He could still call for help, and the price was so expensive. Old man Wang felt pity, looked solemn, and said with some hesitation, "Master Yun, do you think I can call my two sons? They have been quite popular in recent years.
It’s not difficult to make these if you have my true biography.”
When engraving, you only need to follow the words given by Ling Yun, one stroke at a time. The important thing is that the fonts are correct. As long as there are no problems with the characters, there is no problem here, but I still have to tell Old Man Wang this.
"Uncle Wang, you look at the decision, I only look at the results."
"Okay! Master Yun."
Before Ling Yun left, he first paid Old Man Wang one month's salary. This made Old Man Wang extremely excited. He repeatedly patted his chest and promised to complete the tasks assigned to him by Ling Yun.
Ling Yun left after explaining some trivial matters.
Returning to the inn, he sent all his handwritten books to Old Man Wang one by one.
The Analects of Confucius, the Three-Character Classic, and of course his latest ten-year imperial examinations, five-year simulations, and other scholars' writings about their experiences along the way were all sent over.
When Xiao He sent it over, he also specifically said that there must be no problems with these books.
Xiao He also knew the importance of books, so he was naturally cautious, and finally asked Ah Fu to go out together.
At Li's house in the east of the city, Li Zhiming sat in the room and said coldly to the kneeling boy, "Has anyone found out?"
The boy knelt on the ground, raised his head slightly, then lowered his head quickly, and said uneasily, "Second Young Master, we found out, Xie Yuan's name is Ling Yun, and he comes from Anzhou Prefecture."
At this time, Li Zhiming's mood was uncertain, which made the boy kneeling on the ground frightened.
"impossible..."
As soon as this flower appeared, it gave Li Zhiming a blow, causing him to throw the tea cup on the table to the ground, making the boy kneeling on the ground tremble in fear.
Jie Yuan actually came from Anzhou Prefecture. This was something that Li Zhiming would never dare to imagine. This was not only a shame for him, Li Zhiming, but also a shame for all the students in Anzhou Prefecture.
So much so that after Li Zhiming lost his temper, he muttered to himself, "How is this possible in Anzhou Prefecture? How is this possible?"
Among the six prefectures of Annan and ten prefectures, Anzhou Prefecture is the most barren. Over the years, it has always been at the bottom regardless of the level of imperial examinations. Moreover, there has never been a Jieyuan, so Li Zhiming's abnormal reaction is also reasonable.
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If he lost to his own house or ranked second to Pingnan House, he wouldn't be that angry.
Now, he, a well-known talent in Annan Prefecture, actually lost in the provincial examination to a student from Anzhou Prefecture, the poorest and most backward student. He was really embarrassed.
Li Zhiming suddenly stared at the boy on the ground and said grimly, "Go and find out all the details about Ling Yun for me. I want to see how virtuous and capable this so-called Jie Yuan is. How dare he be ranked in the rankings?"
In front of me, young master."
Upon hearing this, the young man immediately responded, "Young man, take the order!"
After speaking, he glanced at Li Zhiming and retreated shivering.
The next day, Ling Yun got tired from writing in his room, so he went downstairs to drink tea.
When I went down, I found a lot of people noisy and talking, but one of them caught a glimpse of Ling Yun coming down, and immediately patted the sleeve of the person next to him, and then several people stopped talking at the same time.
Ling Yun didn't want to look at them twice, thinking what did this mean?
When he got downstairs, he suddenly became silent?
And it’s so obvious, what’s going on?
What's more, when he saw Ling Yun going downstairs to drink tea, he got up and walked to the door, as if he didn't want to sit under the same roof with him.
Is he that scary?
Didn't you just defraud them of some money?
How can a scholar lie?
This is money earned based on strength. The so-called gentleman loves money and gets it in a wise way.
"What were you all talking about just now? It was so lively?"
"Humph!" Several people just grunted and did not answer.
Ling Yun scanned these people and said in surprise, "Hey, why are you not talking?"
Huang Qiusheng said indignantly, "If we have different paths, why should Master Jie Yuan squeeze in?"
"Li Changfu echoed, "That's right, Mr. Jieyuan, you take your Yangguan Road and we cross our single-plank bridge, so there's no need to crowd together."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave.
But how could Ling Yun let them leave like this?
This was not his style, so he took out two taels of silver from his sleeve, threw it on the table and said with a smile, "Who can tell me what you were talking about just now? These two taels of silver are his."