The Pastoral Life of a Reborn Farmer

In the grocery store, Han Shi blushed slightly and picked up the white paper that the store gave him, and bought some vegetable seasonings, including chili powder. Shen Ling likes spicy food, or he thinks it’s good to eat something spicy in winter , In the future, I will grow some chili peppers at home, and dry them in the sun to make seasonings in winter. When hot oil is poured on the chili noodles, it will taste delicious.

In other words, I don’t know if people here will eat chili like this. If no one knows, then he can make some chili oil and sell it!Shen Ling silently kept this matter in her heart, ready to go back and try it out.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any red paper for Spring Festival couplets here? Oh, it seems that there are no scissors at home."

"What? Brother, can you find a way to write Spring Festival couplets?" The grocery store owner became interested.

"Well." Shen Ling didn't say that he planned to write it himself, "I just want to buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and write some Spring Festival couplets to sell when I go back. What, does the store also sell Spring Festival couplets?" Shen Ling smiled.

"Of course, I also collect Spring Festival couplets here, but the writing must be well written, and you can't just take it from me casually. If it's good, I'll charge you a penny lower than the market price, and it will save you from going to the town. To set up a stall, you have to pay a stall fee of ten yuan." The owner of the grocery store said with a smile.

"That's good, shopkeeper, let's buy some red paper." Shen Ling nodded.

Obviously, this is not the first time the owner of the grocery store has done such a business. He skillfully took out a stack and put it on the counter, "But this red paper is a bit more expensive than white paper."

"It should be." Shen Ling nodded, anyway, the red paper needs to be dyed with paint, which is of course more expensive.However, Shen Ling was puzzled, "Is that all?"

The boss was a little surprised, "How much more do you want? Writing is very tiring. Even if you pay a scholar to retouch his pen, he can't write Spring Festival couplets for you without doing anything for a few days. He can write a hundred It would be nice to have a pair of couplets.” It takes a few days to write a hundred couplets, after all, a pair of Spring Festival couplets is about 2000 characters, and a hundred couplets are more than [-] characters.Writing two thousand characters is not such an easy task.

Therefore, the stack of red paper they sell is basically equivalent to the size of nearly two hundred couplets that can be cut out, leaving room for people to write and cut.

"Then I want two stacks, and some more ink." Shen Ling nodded.

Since the customer wanted two stacks, of course the shopkeeper would not stop them from buying, so he took out another stack, wrapped it with a pen, ink and inkstone, and said, "It's a tael of silver."

"So expensive?" He bought a bunch of winter clothes and quilts for only eight hundred cash.

"Brother, my stack of paper is really not expensive. It's only fifty cash per stack, and two stacks are only one hundred cash. The ink is not too expensive. I took two yuan for you to be rich, and it was only two hundred cash. Twenty pennies for the brush, depending on how much you buy, I will give you a broken brush, which counts as two, but the inkstone is expensive! Some people can use it for a lifetime if you buy one piece of this thing, and a few taels of better inkstones are about the same The inkstone used by scholars may cost dozens of taels, and the one I bought for you is already the cheapest.” The store owner never mentioned that generally scholars are invited to write Spring Festival couplets with their own inkstones.

Shen Ling didn't plan to hire someone either. If he wants to write in the future, he must have an inkstone, and the Spring Festival couplets are really huge profits. , After writing two stacks of paper, he can make a fortune no matter what, but it's not much.

Shen Ling thought for a while, "Okay! Boss, then you can give me some more red paper!"

"Come on." The owner of the grocery store smiled brightly, "I still have a few stacks of water-stained ones here, and they can still be used if you cut them carefully. Would you like a stack of ten cents cheaper?"

"Let's take a look first." Of course he can't take it if it's ruined a lot.

The store owner took out the water-stained red paper and put it on the counter. Shen Ling looked at it, and found that it was indeed damaged a lot, and some places were scattered and wrinkled, and the area was not small, nearly half of it was damaged, " Two packs of ten cents, I want them all."

The shop owner was just about to ask for a price, when he heard Shen Ling say that he wanted them all. Thinking that he had accumulated dozens of stacks, this kind of thing can only be used by scholars. Which scholar saw the person who gave the brush money took a stack The damaged red paper is gone, and he is not angry, so he has not sold the red paper. It is good if someone asks for it. Moreover, counting only this one customer today, he basically spends more than one or two taels of silver with him. It's a big profit, and it's okay to give away these waste red papers for free.

Thinking of this, the shop owner nodded, "Sure, there are eleven stacks of damaged red paper, please give me sixty coins! Don't give me five coins."

"Success." Shen Ling nodded.

Han Shi handed over the money in a daze, feeling that his heart, liver and lungs were all tangled up in a ball. Ten taels of silver hadn't warmed up with him, and they had spent nearly three taels of silver when they left the house. So much money was spent all at once.

Han Shi looked at Shen Ling pitifully, but he didn't dare to say anything in front of outsiders. He was afraid of losing his face, so he could only endure it by himself, and when he left the house, Han Shi couldn't wait to say: "The third brother will definitely not write to us. Yes." He thought that Shen Ling wanted to ask Shen San to write Spring Festival couplets.

He had heard before that although the Shen family would write Spring Festival couplets for people, they were for relatives and friends, and they were free of charge. As a business, the Shen family attached great importance to reputation, and would never agree with Shen San to do such a thing.

Shen Ling rolled her eyes, "Who said I'm going to find Shen San? I just need to go to him to get a stack of cut and damaged red paper, and I promise that he won't finish writing for me properly. Write more than a dozen copies, can I go to him?" Shen Ling didn't understand the Shen family's behavior, but he felt that Shen San was not the one who would write well for him, that person was smart, but also a little indifferent , It's just a nice word on the lips.

Han Shi paused, then said silently: "Then who do we ask to write?"

"I write it myself." Shen Ling smiled and said, "I can write."

Han Shi's eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, revealing the tip of his pink tongue, Shen Ling couldn't help reaching out to touch Han Shi's lips before turning his head away, fearing that he would do something bad to scare the child.Han Shi's face suddenly turned red, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to speak out.

When he returned to the village, Shen Gouzi had disappeared. He didn't know whether he went back by himself or was found and carried back. Shen Ling was not afraid. He went out for a walk today, and he didn't feel that he had any strength. It's not right, I think the body is just lying down for a long time and the blood is not smooth, and it will be fine after a little exercise today.

Moreover, he and Shen Gouzi are in the same village, and to a certain extent, they can't kill people. As long as they don't fight desperately, Shen Gouzi is really not his opponent, but he still needs to pretend to be sick, so he can't It's just great performance.

On the other side of Widow Shen's house, Shen Gouzi was lying on the bed, his voice hoarse and unable to speak, and several young people who were also dressed in shabby and dirty clothes surrounded the bed, looking sad and angry.

"Brother, tell me, what's wrong with you? Who beat you up? Tell me, brothers will take revenge for you."

Shen Gouzi couldn't make a sound, and his throat hurt so much that he was gasping for breath, so he could only desperately point his fingers in the direction of Shen Ling's house, and kept gesturing something with sign language.

"What what? Slow down, brother, I can't understand! Are you saying that you were beaten there? We know! We are asking who beat you."

Shen Gouzi looked irritable, and kept making mouth shapes, trying to make a sound.

"Shen Yuzi?"

Shen Gouzi shook his head desperately.

"Shen Lei?"

Shen Gouzi continued to shake his head desperately.

"Then brother, this way, we will report the names of all the people who can hit you, and if it is that person, you will nod."

Shen Gouzi nodded quickly.

"Okay, then let's start, starting with our village. Chen Erhei."

Shaking his head.

"Chen Chengzu."

Keep shaking your head.

"Chen Daniu."

Shaking my head again...

An hour passed, the person who mentioned the name had changed two, and there was also a drain bowl on the table of Widow Shen's house, and Widow Shen had gone to boil water again.Shen Gouzi shook his head numbly, but just waited dumbly for them to pronounce Shen Er's name.

"I said brother! Who beat you! I have told everyone in the village a hundred miles away. Tell me who beat you!" Everyone was also very puzzled. They have mentioned everything they can bring up, why is Shen Gouzi not responding?Shen Gouzi looked sad and angry, please don't just reduce the number of people, please?Although Shen Er was a patient, he was also a strong and healthy man back then!

"If only Brother Gouzi could write." Someone murmured.

However, Shen Gouzi can't write, even if he can write, the rest of the people can't read!Everyone was silent for a while.

Over there, Shen Ling and the two returned home, put the food in the kitchen, and changed their bedding and clothes. Han Shi happily showed Shen Ling wearing new cotton clothes. This was the first time he wore new clothes. He used to wear his brother's clothes no. "looks good?"

"It's nice." Shen Ling had just cleaned up the table, wiped it clean, took a moment to look up, and nodded.

Han Shi blushed, pinched the corner of his clothes shyly, and said, "Then I'll cook."

"Yeah." Shen Ling nodded casually, and didn't intend to follow.

Shen Ling first took out the damaged red paper, measured the size carefully, and then carefully cut it, first the good part of the red paper, and then the damaged part, some were just wrinkled, and some were both dizzy and wrinkled. The first type can barely write a few couplets with the word "福" or four characters, while those that are wrinkled and faded can only make do with it. At that time, it will be a big deal as a Rao's head and can be sold for a penny!There are still a lot of poor people in this world, but their color is fading and wrinkling, and some people probably don't mind it too much.

Shen Ling carefully took out the inkstone and put it on the table, and began to add water to grind it.When Han Shi cooked the meal and told Shen Ling to eat, Shen Ling was writing with a pen, all his attention was on the paper, his expression was serious and serious, and he held the brush in one hand, his movements were smooth and smooth, and the words he wrote were strong and natural.

Although Han Shi didn't understand much, he gradually became a little dazed when he stood at the door. He always felt that Shen Ling was very powerful and beautiful, and his handwriting was more beautiful than others. Such a powerful person is his husband?Han Shi felt unreal, his face became warm little by little, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

The author has something to say: (Shen Gouzi: I’m sorry brothers, I’ve shamed you, I was beaten to the ground by a sick person who couldn’t get up.)