The three children packed their things, each carrying an empty bamboo basket, and were waiting for Zhao Xueyi.
Zhao Xueyi went to inquire about the news from Nie Shuang and came back.
Zhao Luoyang immediately asked, "Uncle Fourth, how are you doing?"
Zhao Xueyi said: "Master Nie of the Wuwei Army said that he will take us to the Ningzhou Yamen Office in a while. Master Nie has a Ningzhou government official next to him. I also asked the government official if there is no epidemic at the foot of the mountain. Let's go to the village at the foot of the mountain.
There shouldn’t be any problem if you collect your things inside.”
The epidemic was only discovered in Qingyang and has not yet spread to Ningzhou.
Zhao Yuanji couldn't help but said: "Shall we go then?"
Zhao Xueyi looked at Zhao Luoyang, who nodded.
"Let's go," Zhao Xueyi said, "anyway, we have to go to the government office in a while, so we'll wait for Mr. Nie and the others at the foot of the mountain."
When Zhao Xueyi learned that his mother wanted to buy a donkey cart, he calculated that there was not much money left at home. If he could make some money, he could plan for the future. In the past, he often carried things from the village and sold them, so that he could make up some money.
Household use.
Having made up their mind, a few people walked forward.
After walking for a while, Zhao Luoyang took off a baggage tied to his waist and handed it to Zhao Xueyi: "Fourth uncle, these coins were given to me by the mother. I will collect my things later."
Anyway, these silver coins are not considered as the value of her wealth, and it is useless for her to hold them.
Zhao Xueyi looked at the bulging baggage and his ears hurt, as if his mother was grabbing him by the side. This time he took his three children down the mountain first and did not dare to inform his mother. She would definitely be angry if she found out.
Now he wants to steal the family's money secretly...
"Fourth uncle," Zhao Luoyang encouraged from the side, "what we lack most right now is money. It's true that we use money now, but we can earn more. With more money, can you still be angry?"
This is the truth.
But...what if I can't make any money?
Forget it, with three children and six eyes looking at him, can he still shrink back?
Zhao Xueyi decisively tied the burden to himself.
The few people walked very quickly, and soon they saw the village at the foot of the mountain.
Seven or eight people gathered at the head of the village. They heard the noise and looked towards them one after another.
When a strange face appeared, the villagers immediately became alert and pushed the children behind them.
Zhao Xueyi wanted to step forward to speak, but was stopped by Zhao Luoyang: "We are strangers after all. My fourth uncle is tall, which inevitably makes people wary, so why don't I go over first."
Zhao Xueyi heard that it made sense, and naively told Zhao Luoyang: "Be careful. If you find something wrong, just call me."
Zhao Luoyang responded, adjusted his backpack, and walked quickly towards the villagers.
The villagers were slightly relieved when they saw that the person coming was a female doll.
Zhao Luoyang's eyes were not idle as he scanned the faces of the villagers. Among these villagers was an old lady who was about the same age as her.
"Shi Jiu," Zhao Luoyang said in his mind, "that old lady should have some prestige in the village."
Shi Jiu knew who Zhao Luoyang was referring to: "For a while, the villagers here all looked at her intentionally or unintentionally."
It seemed that she was right. After receiving Shi Jiu's approval, Zhao Luoyang went straight to the old lady who was surrounded by the crowd without any hesitation.
"Grandma," Zhao Luoyang said with a shy smile on his face and a clear and pleasant voice, "We are going to Taozhou and passing by here, I want to ask you for a drink of water."
Although Shi Jiu couldn't see Zhao Luoyang's expression, just hearing her voice made it hard for people to feel defensive.
However, no one knew that this little girl had killed bandits with her own hands and had wrapped the scalpel and tied it to her arm when she came over.
Shi Jiu suddenly wanted to see how Zhao Luoyang looked, whether he looked particularly weak and kind.
Sure enough, when Zhao Luoyang raised his head like this, the villagers seemed to have started talking.
The old lady who was called "Grandma" by Zhao Luoyang spoke first: "Are you people moving to Taozhou?"
Zhao Luoyang nodded: "Yes."
A slightly stout young daughter-in-law followed and said, "I heard that bandits came last night?"
Mentioning the bandits, Zhao Luoyang's eyes flashed with fear: "Yes, we fled all the way to the mountains. Fortunately, the people from the yamen came quickly, otherwise we would have fallen into the hands of the bandits."
The young daughter-in-law said: "I just said that there was movement on the mountain last night, which scared us. There are no men in the village at the moment. If the bandits break in..."
When the little daughter-in-law said this, the old lady beside her cleared her throat.
Only then did the little daughter-in-law remember that she couldn't tell too many truths to outsiders, so she changed the subject in a sullen voice: "You are okay because you are lucky. Those bandits kill people without batting an eye. Some people in our village died at the hands of bandits.
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Zhao Luoyang had long noticed that there were fewer men in the village. In this case, they were either forcibly recruited into the army or taken to the Yamen to work as laborers.
Zhao Luoyang said: "Some of our group were killed by bandits, and quite a few were injured. Many of them lost their baggage when they fled."
After everyone listened to Zhao Luoyang's words and looked at the embarrassed appearance of Zhao Luoyang and others, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.
After all, being out on the road is no better than being at home.
The old lady looked at Zhao Xueli and Zhao Yuanrang who were not far away. Zhao Yuanji asked: "Who are you?"
Zhao Luoyang said: "My fourth uncle and two younger brothers."
The old lady said: "Are you all here to ask for water?"
Zhao Luoyang shook his head: "We also want to see what we can collect in the village. We will go to the city's Yamen to write paperwork soon. If we can bring some things to sell to the market, we can also make some money. Everyone along the way
The loss is not small, but if you can make some profit, you can also buy some food for the trip."
Zhao Luoyang changed his voice and continued: "It's okay if you don't have anything to sell. Is there anyone in the village who wants to write letters? I can ghostwrite a letter. It only costs fifteen yuan. If you don't have money, give me eggs or rice."
Food will do, too, as long as we don’t need clothes or coarse grains, as long as we can use them, they can be exchanged for me in money.”
When Zhao Luoyang said that he could ghostwrite, the daughter-in-law's eyes lit up: "Really? Are you literate?" To find someone in the market to write a letter requires eighteen or nineteen yuan, and you have to walk all the way into the city. Now you can do it right at your doorstep.
If she can write, she will naturally be tempted.
Zhao Luoyang said: "My grandfather passed the scholar examination. My grandfather and father taught me reading and writing when I was a child. Our family originally lived a pretty good life in the village. Unfortunately, my grandfather died not long ago and the family had to move.
It became what it is today.”
Zhao Luoyang said as he unpacked his bag and took out the items inside, including a small piece of ink, an old brush, and some paper.
These were her treasures, which she put safely in her bag when she left home.
Seeing Zhao Luoyang take out these things, the villagers who were still hesitant just now felt that this was true. How could someone who couldn't write carry a pen and ink?
The old lady who spoke to Zhao Luoyang first said: "You are really good at writing letters. Write two letters for me first. If you write well, I will pay you money."
"Is it okay to exchange for something?" A woman next to me asked again, "Can I exchange for my own straw sandals?"
Zhao Luoyang said cheerfully: "Okay." Anyway, the system could calculate the gift as money, and she asked her mother to ask. After a night, they and their group were short of many things, including straw sandals and food.
The price of writing letters is not low, and many people are not willing to part with it, but in exchange for old clothes or something, at least they will feel more comfortable.
The most important thing is that these things now pass through her hands first, so as not to delay her increase in wealth.
After the wealth value has increased, you can exchange it for things and sell them. If everything goes well, you can get a lot of money through the system today.
Zhao Luoyang looked at his fourth uncle and his younger brothers not far away.
"Can I ask my uncle and brothers to come over too?" Zhao Luoyang said, "My uncle is also a good carpenter. He can do anything that needs to be repaired in the village."
"If anyone has something heavy and wants to sell it to the city, they might as well sell it to us, just to make it cheaper and let us make some money."
Everyone went to see Mrs. Qian. Mrs. Qian's son was the boss here. On weekdays, anyone who wanted to ask for advice would discuss it with Mrs. Qian.
Mrs. Qian nodded, then turned to look at the people around her: "Bring me some things, and let me write a letter to everyone here."
People always look up to people who can read and write, even if they are a little girl.
Zhao Xueyi looked at his niece and quickly started talking to the villagers.
His niece is really awesome.
After a while, he saw his niece waving to him, obviously letting them pass.
Is this enough?
So fast!
Zhao Luoyang had already begun to polish her ink, and she did not forget to talk to Shi Jiu in her mind: "Shi Jiu, let's ask more about it later. Is there any place that is difficult to walk from here to the southwest? Let's ask the city again.
Where do you sell livestock, where do you sell grain, and are there any big restaurants?"
You can learn a lot of information by writing letters for others, which also saves them from having to go to the city to ask around. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone?
"In case there is something I can't write," Zhao Luoyang said without blushing at all, "Shi Jiu, just tell me." She had already discovered that Shi Jiu knew more than she did.
With a ready-made husband, why should she be afraid of writing letters on her behalf?
Shi Jiu didn't know what to say, and Zhao Luoyang became more and more comfortable with him.
Zhao Luoyang picked up his pen and started writing letters. Someone on Zhao Xueyi's side also asked him to help with repairs.
Seeing a group of people surrounding his niece, Zhao Xueyi was speechless. The person who learned the knowledge from his father might not be his eldest brother, but his niece.
After a while, the second brother and the others will come over. They will definitely be shocked when they see this scene.
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