The sun gradually grew brighter, and they sat here for about an hour.
At the end of the question, Xia Zhaoyi had no more questions, and the little beggar had already put nearly thirty copper coins in his pocket.
He ate the bun in his hand. After all, there were so many copper coins. He could buy whatever he wanted in the future.
But seeing that the girl seemed to be leaving, the little beggar felt pity in his heart and hoped that she would ask a few more questions quickly.
Xia Zhaoyi sat there, looking at the sparkling lake in front of her. The wind on the lake blew down a golden withered leaf. She took it off her head and played with it in her hand.
"What are you thinking about?" the little beggar asked.
The little girl shook her head and said nothing.
She didn't think about anything, she just felt that the government was in chaos.
If the world hadn't been relatively clear, and if the soldiers on the front line hadn't been as spirited as iron, the entire Daqian might have fallen long ago.
However, Xia Zhaoyi never thought that Emperor Xuan Yan was such an incompetent person. He was a very courageous king earlier. He knew best what checks and balances were and what rewards and punishments were. How could a person become so powerful in just two years? Has it become so ridiculous inside?
"Hey!" The little beggar stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her.
Xia Zhaoyi looked back at him and said, "You don't need to tell anyone what I'm asking you today, okay?"
"Who can I tell?"
"If you show off to others, then everyone will know that there is such a way to make money, and you will have no coins to earn in the future." Xia Zhaoyi said again.
The little beggar paused, raised his hand and scratched his head: "Okay, okay, I understand!"
"Here." Xia Zhaoyi stretched out her hand again.
This time it was no longer a copper plate, but a penny of broken silver in her hand.
The little beggar's eyes lit up as he stared at the piece of silver. He didn't dare to take it away this time, but stammered: "Is this for me?"
"Change into better clothes. It's getting colder and colder in autumn. You can't stand it in this dress." I make money here, and I come here on the seventh day of every month. I want to come over if I want to find you, but if I don’t have anything else to ask you, I won’t come.”
"Okay, okay!" the little beggar said hurriedly.
The little girl turned and left.
The little beggar covered his little pocket, watched her leaving, pinched his face, as if he was dreaming.
Others say it's a pie falling from the sky, but he must be getting dozens of kilograms of pie falling from the sky.
Xia Zhaoyi did not leave the lakeside here and went to the teahouse on the other side.
The storyteller was touching his ruler with a clear voice.
Xia Zhaoyi sat down in the corner, ordered a pot of tea and some small cakes, held her chin up and looked at the big lake outside.
The Pan family was founded in Ningzhou and was not very popular, but the few men in the family were very promising. In the previous generation, the highest official position was Shangshu Ling.
This time, the Pan family was also wiped out.
Xia Zhaoyi always disagreed with the idea of genocide. No matter what crime a person committed, he should not implicate others, especially the maids, servants and nurses in the house who were annihilated.
They serve others in order to make a living, and they are killed innocently without doing anything. This world is really difficult for them.
She dipped her finger into the tea in the cup, and then traced it on the table.
Draw a "well" character and tap on the blank space.
The little beggar mentioned too many names in his words just now, including who was getting married. Since he always likes to join in the fun, he can tell a lot.
When a wealthy family gets married, the word "profit" is attached to it. There may not be "profit" before the marriage. After the marriage, everything that can be taken care of will be taken care of.
There is a very strange place here.
Shi Zhuowen, Shi Hejia's third son, married Zhuang Mengyao's niece Zhuang Jing.
Shi Hejia is still the imperial censor. Due to an old incident, it is said that he had no contact with the Tao family more than ten years ago.
Moreover, Shi Hejia had a very bad temper and was paranoid. Anyone who was closely associated with the Tao family would be treated with a cold shoulder by him.
However, Zhuang Mengyao and Shi Jia were now considered in-laws, but Zhuang Mengyao lent troops to Tao Daizhuo, the Marquis of Jingan.
Lao Tong and Zhi Changle were both from the Jiangnan Barracks. They were used by the Marquis of Jingan to do whatever they wanted because they were borrowed troops.
Xia Zhaoyi's fingers were scribbling aimlessly on the table. This was her habit when thinking about problems. She traced the lines on the table with her little hands, and then wrote a tic-tac-toe at random.
After thinking about it, she got up and called the waiter. After paying for the tea, she took away the untouched cakes on the table.
After going out and casually giving pastries to a few beggars, Xia Zhaoyi walked straight towards Huaizhou Road where Dongping Academy is located.
The smell of ink is everywhere in front of the school, and most of the shops sell paper and ink.
Xia Zhaoyi bought a basket, then went to these shops to pick up some paper and ink, and then went to the back door of the school.
The back door is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there is a stream. The fallen leaves are spread on the bank of the stream, and the whole stream is golden, which is really beautiful.
There were a lot of people walking around at the back door, all doing chores in the backyard of the school.
Xia Zhaoyi found a place to sit down, attracting many eyes to look at her.
"Girl, what are you doing here?" A middle-aged man came over and asked casually.
"I'm waiting for someone." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Who are you waiting for?"
Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "I won't tell you."
In fact, she didn't know that any of the highly respected gentlemen in the school could come to study.
"Hey, you're still trying to sell me off?" the middle-aged man said with a smile, looking at the paper and ink in her basket, "Your prices are not cheap."
"It belongs to my young master."
"Your young master doesn't want a little book boy, but does he want a little girl like you to make movies?"
Xia Zhaoyi paused slightly, looked up at him, and said, "Then I made a mistake. It belongs to my young lady."
"Can this be wrong?"
"Yeah." Xia Zhaoyi responded, then looked away, not wanting to pay attention to him.
The middle-aged man asked a few more questions. Seeing that she was indifferent, he wanted to drive her away. Seeing that she looked like a little girl, he thought about it and left.
What's more, he can't afford to mess with anyone who can come to Dongping University to study. It depends on the owner to beat a dog.
Xia Zhaoyi sat here and waited calmly. The most she had left now was time. She could wait for a day or two.
"Ouch, my old waist." A voice came from the front at this time.
Xia Zhaoyi's sharp ears immediately recognized the voice and looked up.
Mr. Qiu was supported by someone and walked from the street outside. While shouting at people to slow down, he reached out to support his waist.
When Xia Zhaoyi saw that it was him, he was a little helpless. He was good to everyone, so how could it be this old Qiu Tou?
Sure enough, before she could get up and go over, Old Qiu Tou had already looked over, frowned, pointed and said: "Whose girl is this? What are you talking about here? Go away, go away!"
