Practice starts with skill points

"Brother, please see, this is here."

The shopkeeper fell down the copper lock, pushed the door open, and squeaked gently.

"This is where my wife and brother lived. He went to the county some time ago, and it was empty here. Although it was a bit small but the location was good. There was a sweet well in this alley. Many people from other alleys come over to pick water, and it is not far from the Central Street. "

The inn, introduced by walking, Zhong Lin took a small stone and walked in.

It is really not big. It is a yard. On the left is the compartment, the kitchen on the right, and there is a small housing in the corner. A jujube tree is planted by the right wall. Leave the top high position and remain.

Zhong Lin took the small stone to stroll all the rooms, and he was very satisfied with his heart, but he still lowered the little stone and asked, "How is it? Do you like it here?"

"Well, like it." Xiaoshi nodded with a happy face, but he had to continue to say, "As long as you are with the second brother, I am willing to live."

Zhong Lin knew that this was the psychological shadow left by Xiao Shita because of his previous disappearance of Mountain, and he reached out and rubbed his head.

"The shopkeeper, I am very satisfied here, so I plan to rent it here.

Zhong Lin added a stress on the word "honesty", the purpose is to be self -evident.

The passenger shopkeeper did not hesitate, and said, "If you really rent it sincerely, how about three or two silver for a year?"

Zhong Lin's heart calculated the price of Heishan County. The exchange ratio of one or two silver was a thousand big money, but this is the official pricing. According to the prices of various places, there are various floating prices, that is, about 800 big money.

Five big money can buy a bowl of noodles. Such three or two silver is indeed not expensive.

"Okay, just three or two."

"I also have a condition. I have to give it to me at one time, which means that you have to rent for at least one year. If you check out in the middle, I won't take the money back." The inn of the inn.

"Can."

Seeing that Zhong Lin agreed with the shopkeeper, he also smiled and turned around to prepare for the contract. Soon the two pressed the handprint and paid the rent.

"Go, let's go to buy things, and live here in the future." Zhong Lin said with a smile.

"Uh-huh."

Little Shita also nodded excitedly, pulling Zhong Lin to run to the street outside.

For a long time, the talents buy some daily necessities, such as the hood of the mattress, such as pots, pans, pans, such as chai oil and salt.

These are all necessities of life, indispensable.

Jiu or two silver can be said to be huge sums of money in Xiahe Village, but there are only four or two left in Heishan County's just one day. Zhong Lin can't help but feel that the money is not enough!

"It's not easy!"

Zhong Lin lamented.

Although it is emotional, but the province, the flowers that should be spent must not have less money, such as in the aspect of eating.

Both were serious malnutrition. Zhong Lin was thin as a bamboo pole. The little stones were big and small, and their hair was yellow.

Therefore, it is absolutely not saved in terms of eating, but it is better than ordinary people to eat, so as to make up for the previous loss.

kitchen.

The small stone picked the fire under the stove with a wooden stick to make it burned more vigorously. At the same time, I kept looking up at the movements in Zhong Lin's hands. Son.

"Second brother, okay?"

"Okay, open meals."

A simple plate of green vegetables fried meat, the meat is still specially bought pork belly, which is fat and thin. After a high fire, the oil outflow of it is immersed in the vegetables, making the whole dish feels greasy, but the more so, the more the two people have the population. Water flows, and with rice, it is really difficult to change.

You should know that fat meat in ancient society is more expensive than lean meat. If there is no fat, lean meat cannot be sold.

Of course, launching is also a high -quality protein. Unfortunately, Zhong Lin will not go fishy, ​​otherwise the cost performance is higher.

It's a pity that the large intestine is fried!

After eating, the small stone consciously brushed the bowl, while Zhong Lin found a few stones and threw it on the jujube on the top of the jujube tree alone.

With the sound of popping, dozens of jujube at the top fell.

"The taste is good, it's pretty sweet, you can just get tired, the stone comes to eat jujube."

"Come."

Nympho

Heishan County, East City, ink.

The ink and ink fasting is the main pen and ink, and also sells printed books. Zhong Lin came here after inquiring.

Zhong Lin's pair of eyes stared at the three words "ink", looking at the stroke structure of these three words, and comparing it with Chinese characters in his heart.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Of course, there is no connection between the two, but it is confident that the text of the world belongs to the pictograph.

"No, you still need to learn the text of this world. Comparison alone can easily cause semantic errors."

Zhong Lin shook his head and stopped staring at the three words.

There are several stalls on the streets on both sides of the ink and ink. There are all ink and paper on the table. Some scholars are written here to write letters, draw portraits, and some are sold here.

It's just that their business is not very good. After all, the productivity in this era is not high, the level of living is not good, and the poor people make people have a message at most, and there are very few letters. Therefore, these scholars make more money to make money. Copy for the subsequent ink.

Zhong Lin has been hanging around here for two days, and his eyes are more focused on the scholars who paint.

Compared with writing letters for others, scholars with painting skills live better. Those who write letters for others sometimes only write three letters a day. Writing letters is different from selling calligraphy. It is impossible to sell them by the word. According to Zhong Lin's observation, one letter only makes three big coins.

Only the scholars who paint are different. Not only do they have good business, but they also charge high prices. Most of their customers are elderly people and children.

After understanding, the elderly paint more portraits, while children paint like hundred-day photos.

An old man and a child, one dead and one alive, these two groups are also the most profitable.

After Zhong Lin walked around, his footsteps stopped in front of a scholar's stall with the best business.

This scholar is thin and tall, wearing a green robe, and the bun on his head is fixed with a wooden hairpin. At this time, he is concentrating on writing and splashing ink.

After a while, the painting is completed. The owner of the painting is a gray-haired old man, sitting on a chair with a serious face.

"Okay."

"Thank you, Mr. Xu. I'm very satisfied."

The scholar handed the painting to the customer and took the money back.

Zhong Lin was sharp-eyed. Although it was only a moment, he could see that the scholar charged three coins, which was two or three hundred coins.

The scholar only took two incense sticks from the beginning to the end, that is, half an hour, and earned two or three hundred coins. Zhong Lin was envious for a while.