Not all bookstores have printed books. The cost of printed books is high, ranging from a few hundred words or one or two taels to as many as a dozen taels. Not everyone can afford it, so there are handwritten books, such as
Printed copies are much cheaper.
Cheng Yun's mind wandered. When the scholar turned to leave, he stepped forward and asked, "Boss, do you still need someone to copy the books by hand?"
The scholar who had already walked outside the door paused when he heard this, looked back, then turned and left.
There are so many books to be copied, and I am not here to compete with him for business, so there is nothing to be wary of.
It's just that... this person is so unfamiliar that he is sure that he has never seen him before.
The scholar thought and gradually walked away.
The shopkeeper asked: "Can you write?"
Cheng Yun nodded: "Yes."
The store owner took out a pen and paper and asked him to write something down.
The moment Cheng Yun started writing, he seemed to have calmed down. He dipped the tip of his pen in ink, thought for a moment, and wrote a sentence on the paper: Dedicated to Taoism, based on virtue, relying on benevolence, and wandering in art.
A sentence from "The Analects of Confucius".
The first six characters, Cheng Yun, are written in regular script, and the last six characters are written in Tiangu Crane script.
He has to add one more point to himself.
Surprise flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes, and he praised repeatedly: "This word has its own style, it must be taught by a famous teacher, right?"
Cheng Yun smiled and said nothing. He just asked, "I wonder if I can meet your requirements."
"Of course, of course." Although the word was still a bit unfamiliar, it was among the best that he had ever seen.
The store owner brought him a copy of "Da Zhao Miscellaneous Notes" and said, "I'll give you half a month, is that enough?"
Cheng Yun estimated that it should be possible and nodded.
The store owner also smiled and nodded, and Cheng Yun looked back.
Store owner: "???"
Cheng Yun: "???"
"Is there anything else?" the store owner asked doubtfully.
Cheng Yun spread his hands and became even more confused: "Won't you give me pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"
The shopkeeper laughed and said that they did not provide pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and he had to prepare these by himself.
But Cheng Yun didn't have these things at home.
He frowned slightly and asked the store how much it cost. The store replied based on the price of different qualities.
It was a bit expensive, but it was not unacceptable. Cheng Yun calculated it and took over the job of copying books, so he could make money.
"Then get me a set."
"okay."
After collecting the things, the copper coins that were not yet warm flowed away again.
Cheng Yun sighed.
He turned to look at Erlang and Lingbao who were holding books and reading.
Erlang read a travelogue and read it with gusto. Lingbao read an enlightenment book and read it with gusto.
Cheng Yun shook his head and chuckled, walked over and asked softly: "Do you understand?"
Lingbao shook his head: "I can't understand."
Then you would nod your head for a while, and suddenly realize it for a while.
As everyone knows, she can’t understand, but the king can!
Your Majesty will read it to her. Your Majesty is a very responsible teacher.
"It's getting late, we have to leave." Cheng Yun said.
Lingbao said yes and obediently put the book back to its original position.
Cheng Yi was a little reluctant to give it up. This travel diary was so beautiful.
After walking out of the bookstore, Cheng Yi saw what Cheng Yun was holding and asked casually: "Brother, what book did you buy?"
If it was a travel diary, he would also read it.
"I didn't buy it. This is the "Da Zhao Miscellaneous Notes" that I am going to copy. I will exchange payment with the store owner and only buy cheap pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
To be precise, it should be the cheapest.
In the past, he would never have used ink unless it was of the highest quality.
Cheng Yi was shocked: "Copy books? Brother, you want to copy books? How can this happen?"
His eldest brother's calligraphy was even praised by the Imperial Academy, but now he has to use it to copy books...
Cheng Yi felt extremely unbalanced.
"I can work in the fields, but how can I not copy books?" Cheng Yun said calmly, "You can also read books for free, so it's the best of both worlds."
Cheng Yi still found it strange that his eldest brother was such a cool person.
After thinking for a while, he reluctantly said: "How about I copy it?"
Cheng Yun said helplessly: "I really don't feel forced."
Cheng Yi touched his chin and thought for a moment. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, hammered his palms and said, "Then I can carry the sacks!"
During my two visits to the county town, I could see that there were places where people were needed to carry things. Cheng Yun was not good at anything else, but he was a good man because of his strength.
Cheng Yun said: "It's not to that point yet."
Unless absolutely necessary, you should not do that kind of hard work.
Cheng Yun has never done it, but he also knows that it is very painful, which is different from practicing martial arts. Erlang has never suffered much since he was a child, so he will definitely not be able to bear it.
Moreover, he has a father and elder brother, so he shouldn't have to worry about his livelihood.
Patting his brother on the shoulder, he said, "Let's go, dad must be impatient."
Cheng Zhongqian was really impatient. He couldn't stand it because he was too dirty. As soon as he saw them coming back, he immediately urged: "Go back quickly."
Along the way, Cheng Zhongqian felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, fearing that tragedy would happen again.
After arriving home, Cheng Zhongqian asked his son to boil hot water for him, and couldn't wait to go back to the room and take off his dirty clothes.
Father was in the room and Erlang was in the kitchen. Cheng Yun took Lingbao's hand and went to her room, asking in a low voice: "Lingbao, how do you know that is turmeric and can be sold for money?"
It couldn't have been someone in the village who told her.
Today, the village chief was with them the whole time and showed no expression when he saw the contents of the sack. Apparently he didn't know that turmeric is a medicinal material.
"Your Majesty told me." Ling Bao said directly, not wanting to hide anything from his elder brother.
Cheng Yun pondered, last time the Red Snake Lingbao was also said to be told to her by the King, and this time it was the Turmeric. Is it really not a coincidence?
However, what the king told her was more bizarre than it was an accident.
The king is a cat!
Cheng Yun's eyes fell on the king. The little white cat leaned next to Lingbao, and its furry tail swept around Lingbao's hand. Lingbao felt itchy and laughed, and pushed the king's belly with his little hand.
Sensing his gaze, the king raised his head, his eyes clear and innocent, but with a hint of human doubt.
Cheng Yun stared at it for a while, then suddenly stood up and said, "You two play, I'll go see dad."
Lingbao quickly said: "Brother, Lingbao also wants to go."
Cheng Yun said: "Dad wants to take a bath, you can go and see him later."
"Oh well."
After Cheng Yun left, the king jumped to the other side, thought for a moment and said, "Lingbao, the way your elder brother looked at me just now was so strange."
Ling Bao tilted his head: "What's so strange?"
"It feels like I have to take off my clothes." The king said uncertainly.
Ling Bao was surprised. He held the king's leg and raised it to look at it: "Your Majesty, are you wearing clothes?"
The king was stunned for a moment: "Yes, I don't have any clothes on, I only have fur!"
"I didn't see you wearing any clothes either."
That should be its illusion.
The king immediately forgot about it and got into a fuss with Ling Bao. His laughter was as clear as silver bells and full of childishness.