After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Han Min lay on the ground for a while, and soon regained his composure, combed his hair, and started copying books.

The system said: "That's right, if you work hard slowly, you will have it."

While writing, Han Min said, "I think I should find some other way out."

"You have already done two jobs, writing scripts and copying books, what else do you want to do?"

"I don't know yet, but I have to find other ways to get more money. The family needs money, my elder brother needs money to heal his legs, grandpa is afraid of the cold, and he needs money to take tonics. If you want to get grandpa's manuscripts back, you should ask for money." Get some money."

"You're right, we really don't have much money."

"It's my money, you're a heartless machine, you have no money."

The system was speechless for a while, but still passed a book to him——

"College Student Employment Handbook"

Han Min pursed his lips: "Is there an ancient version? Maybe it's called "Employment Handbook for Tai Students"?"

"No."

Han Min casually flipped through the pages: "I think there may be some age differences—age gaps."

"Think slowly, there is no rush anyway, you still have work to do copying books."

"Too."

Han Min withdrew his thoughts and continued to copy the book.

At nightfall, Han Min went to his grandfather's room with ginseng soup.

Rather than saying it is ginseng soup, it is better to say that it is a soup of ginseng's beard.

It is as light as water, and probably has some effects.

Han Min sat on the small bench in front of the couch, cooled the ginseng soup, took a spoonful, and handed it to his grandfather.

The corner of Grandpa Han's mouth twitched: "It's not that you're old and demented, what's there to feed you?"

Han Min smiled and said, "Grandpa hasn't had any soup since I've been away for a few days?"

Seen through by him, Grandpa Han couldn't hold back his face, and said: "It's not good, Grandpa doesn't like it."

"So I personally stared at Grandpa to drink today."

Grandpa Han drank half a bowl, waved his hand, and asked, "How did you find out?"

Han Min said proudly, "Before I left, I counted the number of beards."

"You're not very kind..." Grandpa Han paused, "It would be great to keep the money to supplement the family, if you don't buy those things, Grandpa is an old bone, that's it."

Han Min stood up from the small bench, sat down on the couch, and squeezed beside Grandpa: "No, Grandpa must live a long life."

Holding the bowl, he looked at Grandpa with dark eyes, and coaxed, "Grandpa, take another sip, and one last sip."

Grandpa Han shook his head and said, "Han Jiaojiao, Han Jiaojiao."

When Han Min was young, he was tender, like a dough ball, and others often recognized him as the second granddaughter of the Han family.

Han Min was also annoyed by being admitted too many times.

Once someone asked him again, and he got annoyed, so he said, "Yes, I am Han Jiaojiao, the second granddaughter of the Han family."

For a long time after that, the family still mentioned this matter from time to time.

But "Han Jiaojiao" acted like a baby, so the old man finally took a sip of the ginseng soup.

Han Min chatted a few more gossips with his grandfather, then walked out of the room with ginseng soup.

After washing, he returned to his room with the tub and towel in his arms.

On cold winter nights, the Han brothers often huddled together to sleep.

When he went back, Han Shi was holding a book, and Han Pei leaned beside his elder brother, listening to his story.

Without raising his head, Han Shi said to Han Min, "It's so cold on the ground, why don't you hurry up?"

Han Min put down the wooden basin, hung his outer clothes on the clothes rails, and climbed up from the end of the couch.

Han Pei reached out to hug him: "Second brother."

Han Min gave him a hug: "Go back and cover yourself with the quilt."

He lifted the blanket covered by his brother Han Shi, and poked his brother's leg through his trousers.

"I'm not here for a few days, no one rubs my brother's legs anymore."

Han Pei twisted her buttocks and slipped into his arms like candy: "I rubbed it for the elder brother."

Han Shi nodded: "Well, brother Pei rubbed it for me."

Han Pei looked at Han Min with complacent eyes.

Ask for compliments.

Han Min smiled and said, "Hey, when Second Brother finishes copying the book, I'll take you to buy some malt candy to eat. Wrap it in a quilt, and Second Brother rubs Brother's legs."

"it is good."

Han Min lowered his head and rubbed Han Shi's legs.

The technique was taught to him by an old doctor in Tongzhou City, and it is not a magical formula, it is blood circulation.

If Han Min was at home, he would rub his brother every night for almost two years.

Han Shi looked at his serious side face and said, "Have you had the soup, grandpa?"

"Ah."

"It's Han Jiaojiao who has a solution, but grandpa doesn't listen to the persuasion of others."

Before she had time to speak, Han Pei blinked her doubtful eyes: "Who is Han Jiaojiao?"

Han Shi held back his laughter and pretended to be serious, "It's your second sister."

Han Pei became more and more confused: "My second sister? Who is my second sister?"

"It's Han Jiaojiao."

Han Pei couldn't figure it out, but seeing Han Shi and Han Min sniggering, he was a little annoyed.

"You have secrets not to tell me."

Han Shi and Han Min looked at each other, and Han Shi said, "Tell him quickly, he is already angry."

Han Min lowered his head: "I won't say it, I can't say it."

Han Pei stared, grabbed Han Min's arm and shook it: "Second brother, I know you better, tell me."

Han Shi coughed: "Why are you familiar with the second brother?"

Han Pei plausibly said: "I have known my second brother since I was born, and according to the ranking, I am naturally more familiar with my second brother."

Han Shi said: "Your second brother also knew me from birth, and your second brother is nineteen years old this year, you are only five years old, and I have known your second brother for 19 years. I know your second brother better."

With such an interruption, Han Pei also forgot about Han Jiaojiao's matter, and counted the year with his fingers.

Han Min was very puzzled: "Why are you arguing about this?"

After talking for a while, Han Pei was lying on the couch, grinning and drooling, and fell asleep.

Han Min put the blanket over his brother's lap again: "Brother, sleep too."

Han Shi asked, "Going to copy books again?"

Han Min got off the ground and put on his clothes: "Just copy for a while."

"Come back to bed early."

"it is good."

Han Min sleeps less at night and always finds time to write.

The books to be copied this time are huge, and the scripts to be written have not yet been written. It has been delayed for more than ten days, and the progress must be accelerated.

It's been cold for the past few days, so Han Min is stuck at home writing.

The candlelight was dim, and Han Min carefully put down the last stroke on the paper. Han Min put down the pen and stretched.

Sitting beside him, Han Pei stretched his neck to look: "Second Brother, have you finished writing?"

"Well... there is still one chapter left."

Han Pei pursed his lips and sat back in his seat, a little frustrated.

Han Min smiled: "I can finish writing tonight, and I'll take you to buy candy tomorrow."

Han Pei nodded: "Second brother write slowly, I'm not greedy, I'm not greedy at all."

Han Min pointed to the corner of his mouth: "But your saliva is coming out."

Han Pei hurriedly reached out to wipe his mouth, only to realize that he had been cheated. He let out a "hum" and ran away angrily.

The screen separated the candlelight, Han Zhi saw him coming, opened the curtain, and waved to him.

"Your second brother isn't sleeping yet?"

"Second brother said there is one more chapter."

"it is good."

Han Pei climbed onto the couch, covered the quilt and lay down.

Thinking of the second brother saying that he would take him to buy candy tomorrow, he couldn't help but smack his lips.

Han Zhi also said: "You are drooling."

Han Pei touched the corner of his mouth again, and realized that he had been cheated again, so he patted the bed angrily, turned around and ignored him.

Look, this is a real brother, and they even say the same thing.

Humph.

Outside the screen, Han Min rubbed his wrists, picked up the pen, and continued writing.

After a long time, the red candle burned down a bit, Han Min put down his pen, twisted his neck, and looked up at the beam.

Suddenly there were two rustling sounds, and the old ashes on the beams fell down, just hitting Han Min's face.

Han Min covered his eyes, and before he stretched out his hand to rub it twice, he felt the ground shaking and the whole ground shaking.

The tiles on the eaves fell, and there were several bangs.

Han Shi inside was alert and reacted quickly, and shouted: "Han Min!"

When Han Min regained his senses, he realized that it was an earthquake, so he rushed inside, ignoring his fascinated eyes.

Han Shi picked up the dazed Han Pei and handed it to him, but said, "Go find grandpa!"

In the midst of the dust, Han Min ran into the yard with Han Pei in his arms before he could respond.

"Stand still, don't run around."

There was only time to give Han Pei some instructions, and Han Min ran to the next room again.

Grandpa Han is not in good health, and he is afraid that he will not be able to call people at night, so they live close to each other.

Han Min rubbed his bewitched eyes vigorously, and ran into the next room after seeing the way clearly.

The old man was a light sleeper and had already woken up. He took a cane and was about to stay in bed.

Han Min picked up the old man on his back and went to the open space in front of the house.

When he returned to his room, Han Shi had rolled over from the couch and picked up the crutch leaning against the wall.

Han Min stepped forward, touched Han Shi's knee, and carried him out as well.

At this time, Mrs. Yuan and Mrs. Liu also escaped from the inner courtyard together.

Miss Liu is coaxing Han Pei.Seeing that her two sons came out safely, Mrs. Yuan hurried forward and looked them up and down.

It should be the aftershocks of the Liuzhou earthquake, which spread to Tongzhou.

It wasn't too strong, it only shook for a while, and stopped when they were all in the yard.

Han Min put Han Shi on the railing in front of the porch, rubbed his eyes vigorously, dust got into his eyes, and he shed tears unconsciously.

Lady Yuan pulled his hand away: "What's wrong? Mother, take a look."

"It's okay, the dust fell from the beams and got in my eyes."

Mrs. Yuan said to Han Shi: "Eldest son, give your younger brother a good time. Mother, go get water and wash him."

Han Shi took his hand, and Han Min squatted halfway up to his height.

Han Shi supported his face and blew his eyes: "How is it now?"

Before he could speak, Mrs. Yuan fetched a bucket of water from the well in the courtyard, scooped up a ladle, took out a handkerchief, and wiped his eyes when it got wet.

Lady Yuan feigned anger and said, "Who told you to rub it hard? It's all red."

Han Min blinked, tears welling up in his eyes.

Pathetic.

Lady Yuan didn't say anything about him.

It was still early at this time, but they were afraid of another accident, so they didn't go back to their rooms and stayed in the lobby.

Soon, there were yamen servants outside beating the gong, telling them not to panic and take precautions.

Han Min and Han Shi sat on the railing of the corridor.

Han Min held two soaked handkerchiefs and covered his eyes.

Feeling that it was almost done, he took off the veil, and Han Shi glanced at it: "It's still a little red."

So Han Min continued to rub his eyes.

But Han Zhi suddenly asked: "How can you hug me?"

Han Min smiled: "Suddenly I can hug him. If I try again now, I'm sure it won't work."

After a while, Han Min took off the veil again.

The roof tiles were shaken off and fell into the yard, the rubble and debris looked like ruins.

Han Min sighed, "Brother, I need to spend money to repair the house."

Han Shi patted his head, as if he didn't answer the question: "That tree's plum blossoms are blooming very well."

In the middle of the courtyard, the plum tree sprouted new flowers on top of the ruins.

Han Min suddenly felt his nose sore, he quickly picked up the veil and covered his red eyes.

The author has something to say:

Rubbing and sympathizing, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold...Forget it, Fu Xun!Make me emperor quickly! ! !