Chapter 143 Do you want our Duke Lu's mansion to be stabbed in the spine?
Chapter 143 Do you want our Lord Lu’s Mansion to be stabbed in the spine? (Please subscribe for updates)
"Actually, your three younger brothers are quite cute."
Listening to the laughing and joking sound coming from outside the house, Wu Mei couldn't help but smile, her gorgeous eyes were exceptionally beautiful and moving.
"That's right, it's just too naughty..." Cheng Chubi sighed helplessly.
Wu Mei tried the needle and knew how it felt. Cheng Chubi also brought out the bamboo slips left by Taoist Sun.
After Wu Mei glanced at it briefly, she realized how valuable these Taoist Master Sun's insights were.
"Can I copy these down?"
"Of course there is no problem. There is paper and pen there. By the way, you can use this. This is a blank book that I had someone bind..."
Cheng Chubi brought a blank book and handed it to Wu Meidao.
Looking at the pen and ink on the desk, the blank book, and the open bamboo slips.
Wu Mei couldn't help but glance sideways at Cheng Chubi who was packing his things.
"You are a good person."
Cheng Chubi didn't even raise his head, and said angrily, "Please add a male character among good people, thank you..."
Wu Mei groaned and began to copy with concentration.
Cheng Chubi sighed deeply, why is this woman who pretends to have the world in mind so stubborn?
Wu Mei transcribed for a full hour. Seeing that it was almost noon, she couldn't help but hesitate.
Cheng Chubi thought that if she stayed here too long, Yang would be worried.
"Otherwise, you can take this volume home and copy it. When you finish copying it, you can take it back and replace it with the next volume."
Wu Mei nodded slightly, but then paused, facing Cheng Chubi's doubtful gaze.
She lowered her thick black long eyelashes to cover the moving smoke waves. "I'd better copy it here, okay?"
"Of course it's no problem." Cheng Chubi thought of Yang's house, which he had visited several times. It was almost as close to the four walls of the family as possible.
Even the Hu Yi she wore had an inconspicuous patch on the corner of the skirt that had been carefully repaired.
Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel pity, but wanted to lend a helping hand, but felt it was inappropriate.
After all, Mrs. Wu's violent temper might mean that she thought she had ulterior motives for him.
Moreover, there is a saying called "Sheng Mi En, Dou Mi Enqi" or something like that.
Cheng Chubi looked at Wu Mei who was copying carefully, and suddenly an idea flashed across his face. He smiled and looked over.
"Your handwriting is quite beautiful."
Hearing the compliment, Wu Mei couldn't help but smile proudly, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised in pride.
"Of course, because I am very smart, my father hired me as a teacher since I was a child.
I don’t even know how many posts I’ve written to teach me how to read, read, and practice calligraphy…”
Now, after studying for so many years, I can only watch my mother and Aunt Liu support the family, but I am powerless.
Wu Mei's extremely beautiful face couldn't help but feel sad for a while, which made the surrounding atmosphere become much depressed.
"As expected, I have been practicing since I was a child. You are much better than me..." Cheng Chubi pretended not to notice and continued to sigh.
Hearing this, Wu Mei bit her red lips and looked at Cheng Laosan who provided her with free pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
"Mr. Cheng, if you are willing... I can make a copy for you.
My book is very beautiful, and I copy it very carefully, so I won’t miss any words or make typos.”
"Show me first." Cheng Chubi stretched out his hand to Wu Mei and took the book she copied.
Wu Mei's regular script is quite beautiful, graceful and clear, but without losing its edge.
And the paper is very clean and tidy. Compared with my three younger brothers, it's like, well... the family scandal should not be publicized.
Cheng Chubi did not answer immediately, but Wu Mei looked at Cheng Chubi nervously, as if she was afraid that he would disagree.
Cheng Chubi handed the book back to Wu Mei, stood up and walked out of the house.
"???" Wu Mei was immediately confused. What is Cheng Laosan going to do now?
"Is the Fourth here?"
"No! Fourth brother has gone to the latrine, I am Lao Wu." Cheng Lao Wu's reply came from the distance.
"Go quickly and ask the housekeeper to come over for me."
"Okay third brother, where is the third brother? Follow the second brother to kill the enemy..."
"Pfft..." came a voice from behind. Cheng Chubi's face was as dark as ink. Suddenly he didn't want to help this woman.
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"Sir, why are you looking for me?" Cheng Fu rushed over quickly and saw Wu Mei here. He was slightly stunned and returned to normal.
Cheng Chubi motioned for Cheng Fu to sit down and then spoke.
"I heard that hiring someone to copy books costs money, right?"
Seeing Cheng Fu nod, Cheng Chubi glanced in Wu Mei's direction.
"I would like to ask Lady Wu to help me transcribe something."
"I, you don't need to give me money." Wu Mei was a little confused and quickly explained.
"Do you want our Lord Lu's Mansion to be stabbed in the spine?" Cheng Chubi sat up straight and said unhappily.
“Our Cheng family has always had a strict family tradition, and no one can find any fault in our work.
If you, a weak woman, are exploited, will we, the Cheng family brothers, still have the nerve to hang out in Chang'an City?"
Cheng Fu saw the upright and awe-inspiring Cheng Chubi blinking at him several times, and then saw Wu Mei looking confused as she was being scolded.
He suddenly came to his senses and nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, Madam Wu Er, my young master is absolutely right."
"If you help my young master, if my young master does not give you corresponding reward.
That would go against my family motto of repaying kindness with kindness and revenge with hatred."
Cheng Fu said to Wu Mei who finally reacted.
"What's more, copying books is a very complicated and delicate job, so it's not cheap."
"Can you tell me how scribes usually calculate their remuneration?" Cheng Chubi cleared his throat and asked Cheng Fu.
Cheng Fu answered directly without thinking.
"Generally speaking, a bad copyist can get a lot of money for copying one set of the Lotus Sutra. A good copyist can get three or five copies."
"And the customer also needs to provide pens, inks, paper, inkstones and other things used for copying scriptures."
"Then tell me, how much does it cost to copy a blank book like this and fill it up?"
"I have to take a look at Mrs. Wu's calligraphy first."
Cheng Fu, a rough old man who was proficient in writing, picked up the book Wu Mei had copied before and flipped through it.
"This calligraphy is good, really good, and it's so neat. I guess it costs about three hundred dollars."
Listening to the exchange between Cheng Chubi and Uncle Fu, Wu Mei, who had not cared much about copying books, finally found out.
It turns out that you can make money by copying books, and it seems that you can earn a lot. Doesn't that mean that if you can take over this big business?
Then my family can live well without the help of my brother-in-law.
After having this idea, Wu Mei became nervous instantly because she really wanted to succeed.