A misty rain painting the hometown

Gu Ji folded his body and chose "Kunliu Travels" and "Duoqu Homecoming"

Looking at the macula's face, shopkeeper Fu felt a little regretful that this son could not get an official position even if he succeeded in the imperial examination, because he would be mistaken for this face.His reading and writing can only pass the leisure time, but fortunately, he has a family background, which can still comfort him.Today, he still paid [-]% of the price for the book post, and he only charged one or two taels of silver.

The sky cleared, the snow was [-] centimeters thick, and Qingqiu was cleaning the road to Tongyuan.

Gu Ji is lying on the table to extract. In the past half a year, he has learned about Shangming's criminal law, geography, customs, planting and business development through "Shangming Law Code", "Shangming Local Records", "Shangming Travel Notes" and "Shangming Works".

The entire Shangming Kingdom is located in the subtropical monsoon region, with Wuguang Sea to the east, [-]-meter-high mountains to the west, primeval forests to the north, and Yaoxian Sea to the south, with a population of about [-] million. The courage of loyalty, the official style of the court is acceptable, the young emperor is in the heyday of the dynasty, and the laws are also loose. Only men can be women. This ancestral law, Gu Ji is very contradictory.

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, outside the gate of Laifu Inn.A young man with thick eyebrows and star eyes, nearly 40 years old, wearing a cloak and thick brocade-faced winter shoes with a layered bottom, closed the rabbit fur sleeves with both hands, and stepped in slowly. The [-]-year-old bald shopkeeper Yan Congrou looked up when he saw someone, put down his pen immediately, and walked out of the counter.

"Boss, everything you need is ready."

"Ah."

The young man went straight upstairs, and the shop waiter passed him and went to open the door of Tianzi No. [-] room.The room is warm, and the three charcoal fires are brightly lit.Putting down the rabbit fur sleeves and taking off the cloak, the waiter took them all away and hung them all behind the door.The young man sat down, took out the letter and contract in his pocket, and read it carefully again, Yan Yirou personally delivered tea and cakes.

Blue and brocade brocade satin with brocade on the right lapel, a hollowed-out lithium fish pure-color red ice silk jade pendant hung on the right waist, and a ring of jasper finger rings on the thumb.This young man is He Dongyang, the owner of Qinshu Company.

The tea smoke curled up, He Dongyang squinted at the letter paper, held the teacup in his right hand, and took a small sip.

After an unknown amount of time, he noticed a person sitting across from him. Knowing that the person was a book writer, He Dongyang looked up.People are completely different from characters. This young man's face is dark and yellow, as if he has been hungry for a while, and he is already 20 years old. He even forgot to shave his face when he went out. The green stubble on his chin is really glaring.This young man is Gu Ji in disguise.

"Is there a finished draft of "Jianghu Fengyunlu"?"

He Dongyang moved his eyes, and Gu Ji nodded slightly.The two contracts were pushed to the table in front of him.

"Look first, there must be rules, and you can change what doesn't fit."

A deposit of 50 taels is paid in advance, each volume is set at one tael of silver, and [-] volumes will be sold first.Since then, according to the sales situation, the edition will be printed, and the manuscript fee will account for [-]% of the profit, and the accounts will be settled once a quarter.Party A has affixed the Qinshu firm seal and private seal on the deed, and the private seal has the three characters of He Dongyang.Forty percent is a bit low, but it is not easy to think about printing, so Gu Ji doesn't care about it.

"Very good, my name is Yunshangshu, and I traveled here a month ago, so every time I clear the account, I only need to send an envelope to the shopkeeper of the Qinshu store in this county, and the recipient can use the word "上" to match the code. do it?"

He Dongyang pondered for a moment.

"Who will bear the losses encountered in the delivery of envelopes?"

"Book on the cloud."

"Okay, Party A guarantees that there will be no mistakes, and we are still looking forward to cooperating on new books."

"It's not impossible to have considerable aftereffects."

"it is good!"

After He Dongyang added two, he added a double seal.Gu Ji only pressed a thumbprint, handed in all the manuscripts of "Jianghu Fengyunlu", received 50 taels of silver, and left first.

It was the first time that He Dongyang met such a straightforward transaction, but He Dongyang never cared about the person who wrote the book. Instead, he took the manuscript and read it for two whole days in Tianzi No. [-] room. Yunxi City is the printing press for this book.

Mu Xue stopped suddenly at Maoqian overnight.The snow is covered, and the plum blossoms are in full bloom.

The plum garden overflows with fragrance, which can be heard everywhere.In a shanty in the south of the city, under a stack of straw, Jiji is still sharing food with three beggars.

These three people came from the north, and there is nothing new about the rumors, only the surname of the owner of this matter is Gu, the only son of the village landlord, aged 27, married one wife and three concubines, but had no children. They all rolled up their burdens and went back to their natal homes. It turned out that this orphan was young and flirtatious. There was a sale of property, enough money was collected, and Tiancaidibao was bought. A year later, the person still went, and the widower even made a funeral.

He originally intended to heal people and be a reliance, but since then he has been shunned by others, and he has developed a stubborn temper, which makes him even more unlikable. He often quarrels with the villagers, but no one dares to provoke him. Cynicism.The widower has a high temperament, so he often rents out to do part-time jobs in the county. He is still kind to the beggar, and he has also picked up and raised him. The beggar stole the money and ran away without a trace. Several times in a row, he also gave up.It is said that Rao has done a lot of good deeds and lived a long time, but no one will die.He is still alive today, he is ninety years old, and his mobility is no longer inconvenient. The whole county has been staring at him for the past few years.

"Is it true? Could it be a fabrication? How can there be such a loyal person in this world?"

After the three beggars looked at each other, they laughed loudly and said with pancake faces.

"It can be seen that you have just entered this trip. This is not an unsolved case, it is a real story, Cong Jiu, do you still remember him?"

The beggar stuffed a half-filled pastry into his mouth with a mouse face, and after squinting and thinking, he sprayed the cake foam and said.

"In Jianan County, the surname is Gu... I can't remember what it's called. The whole village has the surname Gu."

"Don't the government send someone to take care of Gao Shou's widow?"

The pancake-faced beggar counted all 12 yuan big and small cakes, so he took the call.

"There is a faction, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and there is no filial son after a long illness, let alone those who can't be beaten, whoever has no second or third matter, resigns when they see the sky, or Lizheng reports, because of the face of the whole village, individual Conscience found out that the villagers who are not used to it can only help secretly."

The horse faced the beggar and patted the piece of cloth wrapped by Guji.

"Little beggar, after you've been in the industry for a long time, the world will become clear. This cake came along with you. You kindly sent it to me, but you're still a beggar. It can be seen that this is not the case in this prosperous age."

You can be justified in being lazy, Gu Ji said with contempt.

"I helped Wang Po wash the dishes, Aunt Zeng cleaned, and Uncle Yang fed the horses..."

The three beggars laughed.

"On a very cold day, you are wrapped in a cloth, and you are nesting here with the three of us."

Unexpectedly, he was speechless, folded his arms and nestled into the hole in the haystack, Guji was annoyed.

"The ancestors opened up wasteland and owned land, and paid for food, but misfortunes and fortunes were unpredictable. They sold their ancestral property and lived a wandering life. They also worked long and short-term jobs to make ends meet. The water bottomed out, and they carried them all day. The body could no longer resist. I fainted several times. The owner resigned. Who in the world volunteers to be a beggar for living and looking for food?"

The beggar with the horse face looked at the man in the grass den, and the beggar with the mouse face said sullenly.

"Earlier, I still looked like a commoner, but now I will only be kicked out for begging for work. The old people still feel sorry for the hardworking little beggars. You will feel better, and in a few years you will know the cold and warm."

"It's just that when you grow up, you don't want to make progress, and you don't make any progress. You still go around begging with a calm face."

The pancake noodle beggar curled up and nestled into the haystack.Guji had no sleep all night, and returned to Meiyuan just after dawn, and the three beggars thought he was just looking for food.

On New Year's Eve, Qingqiu was summoned to Lumingyuan. Gu Jin rewarded him with ten taels of silver, and as usual, let him bring ten taels of silver with Guji. Then he asked about Guji's condition in detail. Not urgent.

"You just need to be more careful, Yao'er can always wake up."

After Fang Ru explained in detail, he let him go back to Meiyuan.In the wing room, Gu Ji also asked about Suo Suo all night, and Qing Qiu shook everything he knew.Knowing that no one will enter the Meiyuan for a whole year, Gu Ji has another idea.

On the second day of junior high school, Gu Ji made glutinous rice balls stuffed with sesame seeds.Qingqiu scooped up two.He didn't have any glutinous rice balls from the big kitchen left, and he really burped.Seeing that people can eat and drink, and have enough oil and water every day, but there is still no meat, Gu Ji is a little puzzled.After waiting for people to eat, he took it to the study.When Qingqiu knew that the young master was going to arrange a major event, she seemed to sit in a more serious manner.

"Qingqiu, your young master wants to buy a compound in another place."

Qingqiu widened her bull's eyes and said in surprise.

"The deposit of silver is less than 60 taels."

"On the fifth day of the lunar new year, my young master will go out to make money and return to the garden next spring."

Qingqiu was surprised.

"Little Master..."

Guji waved his hand.

"It's very hard to guard the yard alone. Qingqiu can ask Li Changji and Huang Bingbiao to buy books to read, pour medicine, drink tonic soup, do laundry, clean the yard, and go in and out of the main room on time. No accidents. You and me Whether you can get out of Meiyuan is very important this year."

Qingqiu's expression froze, staring at the young master.

"Qingqiu can bear it, and will take care of the young master's orders."

"Yeah. The youth is eternal, the young master's luck."

Qing Qiujun blushed for a moment, and said in a low voice.

"Young master, you should be more vigilant when you are away from home."

"Your young master Zong... can always turn danger into safety."

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the [-]-meter-wide Chenghe River is clear and still, and the shed area on the wharf is full of people who are visiting relatives and friends, both adults and children, and all of them are dressed in swollen clothes.The yellow-spotted boy in civilian clothes was not obtrusive in the crowd, carrying a small old bamboo basket. He quietly looked at the river in early spring, shrouded in cold smoke, and the ferry boats were swaying to the pier in twos.

On the opposite side of the river, there are remnants of white snow, green ridges among the sparse buds.Near the county seat, there are four villages on Sanli Road. Gu Ji changed his clothes in an abandoned house in the west of Ginkgo Village. He used a bag made of old and damaged linoleum to put bamboo baskets and clothes. He let his hair loose and his face was dirty. Picking up a piece of rotten wood and pestling it, half carrying and half dragging the rag bag, he headed north along the village near the official road to beg.

The large room with sixteen windows is bright and clean, and the bookshelves are vertical and horizontal, and every row is full.There are six young people sitting at the big desks where Dong, Xi, and Nan are located. Each of them is copying a book with a pen, and the copy is being passed down page by page. , six people are suspicious.

Facing the door of the study, He Dongyang is sitting and drinking leisurely, and seems to remember something, sometimes smiling, sometimes worrying.Outside the door, the spring sun is warm, and on both sides, there is a lingering fragrance of plum blossoms.