I heard I was with the tyrant [Rebirth]

Zhang Liangcai was trampled on the hem of his clothes, and couldn't run away. Finally he knew he was afraid, and stammered: "Then, I... I will pay you money?"

As if he had finally grasped a life-saving straw, he took out a few bank notes and handed them over carefully, while watching He Changan's expression, for fear that he would call again if he disagreed.

He Changan was slightly embarrassed, and kicked him bitterly. He was familiar with the laws of the Jin Dynasty, but he didn't dare to ask for the money. Today he was blocked by Zhang Liangcai, and it would not be against the law to beat him back. But if he stretched out his hand to take the money, Zhang Liangcai would react Come here to frame him for robbery, the money is life-threatening money, Zhang Liangcai doesn't seem like a person who would think of this, but he must be on guard.

Zhang Liangcai covered his legs and screamed terribly, thinking it was not enough, he quickly took off his shoes and took out a few more banknotes from the soles, with a flattering smile on his face, "As long as you don't hit me in the face, I still have..."

Noticing that the two servants behind him had already stood up, beating Zhang Liangcai was unnecessary and tiring himself, He Changan stepped back and covered his nose in distaste, thinking about it, he still felt helpless, what is this, he planned to leave, "Next The next time I see you and bring someone to me, I will hit you in the face, knock out your crooked nose and knock out your teeth."

Holding the paper intact, He Changan thought of Zhang Jingyi, and asked one more question before leaving, "Zhang Jingyi has a younger sister, do you know?"

Zhang Liangcai stood up feeling a little more courageous, and said proudly, "Yes, my mother said that I would marry Zhang Jingyi's sister."

He Changan's hand touching the paper paused, then slowly turned his head, "What did you say?"

"I want to marry Zhang Jingyi's younger sister." Zhang Liangcai covered his aching leg and hurriedly repeated it, wanting to send this evil scholar away as soon as possible.

He Changan put the paper back.

"Ah, I was wrong, don't hit me!" Zhang Liangcai was kicked violently in the stomach, and was caught off guard, kicked down and curled up on the ground, screaming miserably.

He Chang'an never thought of this answer, he kicked the person down, and mended a few times bitterly, "What nonsense are you talking about, Zhang Jingyi spoils his sister like something, how could he marry you, a trash , you deserve it too?"

The sudden beating stunned the two servants, they stayed for a while before rushing forward.

He Changan took two steps back, remembering what Zhang Zhilin said, knowing that Zhang Jingyi would not marry his sister to such a person, he was slightly relieved.

Even if he didn't have any feelings for that girl, and he often rejected her with a bad attitude, it was only because he didn't want the other party to have any hope. When the other party fell into the river because of a letter from a private meeting, although the letter It wasn't from himself, He Changan still felt sorry for that girl.

He himself was imprisoned, and the girl who liked him was calculated to be pushed into the river in winter just because of that liking that she shouldn't have. This is a human life.

If after three years he knew that the girl got married, had a husband and a son, those feelings of guilt might dissipate quickly and turn into blessings, but he was caught off guard today when he found out about her, and she didn't get married for three years. He also encountered this kind of mangy candy from the Zhang family sticking to it, he couldn't bear it anymore, and burst out of anger uncontrollably.

Zhang Liangcai was afraid that the other party would beat him, but when he was far away from him, he immediately became courageous and shouted, "I am not worthy of anyone. Don't look at Zhang Jingyi as the Minister of the Ministry of War. His sister is still a high ranking man when she marries me at that age."

He Chang'an clenched his fists, "A good girl from all over the world, no matter how old she is, she... Even being an old girl at home is better than marrying you as an idiot with no money."

"Hahaha, who are you?" Zhang Liang put his hands on his hips, "You like her, you should ask her mother to see if his mother will marry you, he is so picky about me, why would he choose you?" Poor scholar."

He Changan compared his fists, Zhang Liangcai immediately shrank behind the boy and hid, he sniffed and felt a dull pain in his stomach, wanted to go home and call his mother, who is this, he was only allowed to swear and not to refute.

But looking at the opponent's fist that was not put down, the two servants obviously couldn't give themselves a sense of security, so Zhang Liang confessed, "Then what... I just said it casually, I'm an idiot... I'm a waste."

That's right, no matter how much I hit Zhang Liangcai, I couldn't cover up certain facts. He couldn't even make amends. He Changan was suddenly frustrated, and told the other party to get away, "Let me see you again, and hit him once."

After a series of footsteps, the alley became quiet, and only then did He Changan feel a slight headache, what should he do.

If what happened to Li Ze was entirely his own fault, what happened to Zhang Jingyi's sister was unexpected, an accident that made him feel guilty and could not be ignored. Live peacefully and happily like everyone else.

After a while, the alley became darker and darker, only the faint moonlight illuminated the way home. He Changan walked home with the paper in his arms.

The courtyard was locked, and as soon as He Changan walked to the door, He's mother's voice came from inside, "Is it An'er?"

He Changan replied, "Mom, it's me."

Then Mother He complained trivially, "I came back so late at such a dark time, I don't know if anyone at home is worried?"

He Chang'an bent down and leaned his head in He's mother's arms, "My son knows his mistake, come back sooner next time."

After being touched twice on the head, He Changan held his mother's hand, which was dry and warm with rough calluses. He Changan subconsciously talked about today's itinerary, "I went to buy some paper, and I met... something happened. It's late, mother, I'll go out tomorrow and go to the bookstore to find something to do."

Mother He was already sleepy by this time, she was out of energy and didn't notice that the son in her arms was not in the right mood, so she patted his hand, "My son will do what he can."

He Changan vaguely agreed.

After breakfast the next day, He Changan greeted his mother and little sister who were embroidering things, and went out. He had visited all the nearby bookstores, and the bookstores closer to home were not short of people. Even copying books would not be worth much. , he intends to stay away.

The closer the Beicheng District is to the inner side, the more bookstores and restaurants there are, and the pedestrians walking on the road are either rich or expensive. He Changan glanced around and found a recruiter to ask.

"One money per month, not including food and lodging, you need to try handwriting first."

One money per month, just to pay for his own food, He Changan asked a few more, most of them are for this price, it is not as good as the master in the martial arts hall to teach people how to learn martial arts to earn money, then at least there is five taels of silver for food and lodging .

He Changan found sadly that if he followed the rules and got the job according to the original plan, he would not even be able to support himself.

He Changan found a relatively large bookstore, and wrote to the shopkeeper. After haggling with half a stick of incense, the shopkeeper reluctantly raised the price, "For one and a half cents, you need to write more."

He Changan agreed, because Xu was often punished by his father for copying books, he could copy books half as fast as Li Ze, and this price was barely acceptable.

Anyway, it was a job. To sign the contract tomorrow, when He Changan returned home, he found that both of them were gloomy. The corners of He Xiaomei's eyes were red, as if she was about to cry.

"Mother, what's the matter?" He Changan was puzzled.

The little girl cried, "Mother and I's embroidery can't be sold, so someone from the Zhang family said that."

"The Zhang family?" He Changan stopped in his tracks, Zhang Liangcai, you are doing well!

"Son, but the Zhang family who broke your head?" Mother He noticed something.

Embroidery maintains the family's livelihood, and now it accidentally affects the family. He Changan's mind quickly turned around, made up his mind, and comforted He's mother, "Mother, don't worry, my son has a way to earn money, so don't worry about embroidery."

Mother He hesitated to speak, but her son's responsibility during this time did not make her ask.

He Changan went into the house, took the silver, and walked outside. It seemed that the copying could not continue. He thought about what kind of ink to buy. The color of An's ink was too much, and Hui ink was expensive.

In order not to be suspected by He Mu, he did not plan to imitate handwriting in the capital, but now he needs to be responsible for his family's expenses before leaving the capital.

Standing in the bookstore, He Changan became ruthless, and said, "Boss, bring me a piece of Hui ink, and add two stacks of cut paper. The paper should be the best."

Using all the money left in his hand to buy a brush pen, He Changan shook it and was quite satisfied. This is the best four treasures of the study that he can buy with all his wealth.

The boss packed the things and handed them out together. He Changan took it and asked, "Boss, please ask me, where are the imitations of Mr. Zhao Er and Wen Shi sold on our street?"

The boss just made a deal, and kindly pointed to the other side, there is one there, and that one is the biggest in this area.

He Chang'an thanked the boss, and said in his heart, teacher, teacher, I imitated your handwriting, you shouldn't blame me, seeing that your poor student has to support his family, He Chang'an bowed three times in his heart.

Asking Mr. Shi is the name used by him and Li Ze's teacher, Taifu Zhao at that time. The teacher was good at imitating handwriting, and later wrote with a strong character. He seldom imitated the handwriting of his predecessors, but it was not known to outsiders.

If the teacher is a qualified emperor teacher to Li Ze, then to He Changan, he is an elder who is more like a grandfather. He Changan also learned to imitate handwriting from the teacher.

He didn't need to follow the handwriting of the handwriting, except for his own and Li Ze's handwriting, which was the teacher's handwriting.

And his own handwriting is too similar, Li Ze's handwriting is worthless, only the teacher's handwriting can be used.

He Changan asked the price in the past, and he felt relieved. The teacher is really old and strong, and the price of the handwriting has doubled again. He asked again to imitate the handwriting of the teacher, and there is actually a high price of 20 taels of silver.

Seeing that the scholar didn't buy it, Xiao Er knew that it was a search for the price, and said coldly, "Mr. Wenshi's handwriting is as majestic as a mountain, which shows that his character is admirable, and the original works of thousands of taels of silver are also collected by some people. There are only a few people who say imitation, and those who write like it can get 20 taels of silver, and there are hundreds of people who don’t write like it, and I won’t accept even a few pennies.”