Chapter 39: What word (thanks to Baobao1230 again and again~)
The middle-aged man Xiancai couldn't help but ask. He was a scholar, and now he was a scholar. He had read a lot of books and copied a lot of copybooks, but he had never seen this kind of font written by this little girl. .
I wonder where she learned it?
Why did he recognize some of the written words and not others?
And there are some characters that should be recognized, but even if you don’t look carefully, you can’t tell which character they are. They seem a bit...scrambled?
Is it a scrawl?
The scholar couldn't help but ask a curious question.
Song Qiu really didn't expect these people to be so idle as to be curious about what she had jotted down, so she couldn't help but be a little stunned.
What font?
Probably the simplified Chinese and Arabic numerals of later generations plus her own cursive writing habits?
Well, her calligraphy is not good. Her teachers used to ask her to buy copybooks to practice calligraphy, but she is used to being casual. She just needs to write them out, and she is not a calligrapher.
Therefore, it is often said that her handwriting is cursive, and few people can recognize her clearly.
She has to memorize so many things, so of course the sooner the better, who cares whether the writing is neat or not.
Song Qiu raised his eyes, and out of the corner of his eye he happened to catch a glimpse of the signboard of a shop not far across the street, Qianji Lantern Shop.
All the traditional Chinese characters are used here, she knows.
But she doesn’t know how to write traditional Chinese characters, which is very troublesome.
But why do these people insist on her being curious about her handwriting?
Song Qiu almost felt angry.
But customers are God, and making money is more important, so she still explained in a good tone: "Oh, this uncle, because I don't know much about literacy, let alone how to write, so I just wrote half of it like this! Of course others can't recognize it. Yes, but I just have to recognize it myself. Anyway, I just write it myself, so what’s wrong with me if I don’t do anything?”
This is true.
When the scholar heard that she just wrote it casually, because he didn't know much about literacy and couldn't write very well, so he wrote it like a tiger and a cat, he was relieved immediately.
"So this is ah."
The scholar cleared his curiosity and asked no more questions.
When other people heard that this was the case, they became less curious.
But Shopkeeper Mo looked at the mess on the rags and couldn't help but joke, "Little girl, you're such a devilish writer, you better not be able to recognize it when the time comes!"
Song Qiu smiled and said, "Don't worry, uncle, you will definitely be right."
Everyone then laughed loudly and dispersed, waiting to come back the next day.
There were still a few that I hadn't memorized, but Song Qiu quickly memorized them one by one.
Until the stall was deserted, Mrs. Hu was holding a large bag of heavy coins. She felt uncomfortable and looked at Song Qiu with a rare expression of confusion.
"Ah Qiu, can we really make so many rice dumplings?"
Also, with so much money, what if they were robbed by gangsters during such a long journey back to the village?
Public security in the town is good, but outside the town, it is not necessarily so.
Old Yuan was extremely worried at this time. This was the disadvantage of not having a mature man in the family. He couldn't feel at ease even after making money!
After all, they are very popular in the market today. With so many people seeing them selling for a lot of money, it is inevitable that they will not be jealous.
It was impossible to make so many rice dumplings with just their two hands, so Song Qiu had already planned to ask someone to help make them.
This is not a problem. The problem now is how to go back with so much money.
After thinking for a long time, Song Qiu said: "Brother, take the money and go to Uncle Digua's shop to sit down. I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?" Old Yuan was worried.
Song Qiu hurriedly said: "Let's go back to the village. It's so far away, so we have to worry about it. I went to find Uncle Wujin, hired his ox cart, and asked him to go back with us. It just so happened that I also wanted to buy more glutinous rice.
It's easier to pull them back together with a bullock cart. My legs and feet are fast and I can come back as soon as I go. Just wait for me for a while, don't worry."
When Mrs. Yuan heard that she was looking for Wujin, she felt reassured. The Surabaya Pier was not far away. She had taken Song Qiu there to see the big ship before, so she knew the way.
Zhang Ji's Grocery Store is just around the corner from the market. It took me about a hundred steps to walk there, but with so many people there, I wasn't afraid of anything happening.
Song Qiu decisively picked up the empty load and took old Yuan to Zhang Ji's grocery store.
Zhang Digua has been busy doing business all morning and has not left the shop at all. Naturally, he does not know that the rice dumplings are very popular in the market.
Besides, even if I heard about it, I wouldn’t know that Song Qiu and the others sell rice dumplings.
Lao Yuan had also watched him grow up since childhood. As soon as he saw her coming, Zhang Digua immediately greeted her warmly and invited her to sit down, and even asked her to stay for dinner.
Old Yuan just smiled and said: "We sold vegetables and came here to have a rest. We will go home later. You go about your business and don't worry about me. I will just sit here."
The two families had a good relationship, and they didn't say many polite words. Zhang Digua asked the waiter to pour her tea, and then went on to do her own thing.
Here Song Qiu has quickly left the market and headed to Surabaya Pier.
Surabaya Pier is located in Ankangfang, a street away from the market, which is only a two-quarters of an hour's walk away.
Song Qiu trotted all the way, picking up speed, but it didn't take him two quarters of an hour to arrive.
It is a wharf specifically for cargo ships to dock, so this Surabaya wharf is very busy all day long. Goods going south and north pass through here, and some are unloading and some are loading.
On the pier, there are many porters carrying big bags, and there are also many people like Wujin who make money by pulling goods with ox carts or horse-drawn carriages.
At a glance, there are only boats on the river, and there are only people on the pier.
For a while, I couldn't tell who was who.
It was so crowded that even if she shouted, she would be instantly drowned out and no one would be able to hear her clearly.
Song Qiu looked around, but even though her eyes were good, she couldn't see Wu Jin's figure or his particularly identifiable cow.
There was no other way, Song Qiu had no choice but to go in more.
The weather was hot, even in the morning, when the sun had just risen, the workers were dripping with sweat, and the smell of sweat in the air was not pleasant, but Song Qiu often carried big pots in the kitchen, and the heat of the hot day
I often sweat profusely, so I can tolerate the smell.
But as a little girl, she was crawling around on the pier, so it was inevitable that she would not attract attention.
Surabaya Wharf is very large, because it is the only wharf where cargo ships dock. The entire Dongling County and even most of Jingzhou Prefecture regard Surabaya Wharf as its top priority. Countless goods are shipped in and out of here every day, such as silk, tea, porcelain, salt, grain, etc.
, it is difficult to list them all.
The pier is large, and many people gather here every day. Therefore, two lively markets have developed on the pier, with inns, teahouses, pubs, and stalls.
At this time, in a two-story teahouse in the center of the pier, in a private room by the window upstairs, a middle-aged man wearing a silk robe with a pan-collar and a beard of the Beatitudes was taking a sip.
Tea while watching the busyness below.
A huge cargo ship is docked at the port right now, and all his goods are to be loaded.
There was so much cargo that it couldn't be loaded in a short time, and it would take at least noon before all the cargo could be loaded onto the ship. Although there were many people coming and going to transport the cargo, and there were also many porters delivering the cargo to the ship.
Normally, he wouldn't have to come and wait so early, but this time the goods were too important, so he had to come and keep an eye on them in person.
The slightest movement in the grass may turn him into a warrior.
Therefore, he immediately noticed a little girl who suddenly rushed into the dock and ran back and forth as if looking for something...