The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

After Meng Xiangbei finished feeding Maomao, Lin Zeqing had already eaten. There were still a lot of steamed rice and cornbread left on the table for two adults and one child, and Lin Zeqing obviously ate less.

"Eat another one." Meng Xiangbei couldn't help but say, took oil paper, wrapped a cornbread and stuffed it in Lin Zeqing's hand.

"No, no need." Lin Zeqing retracted her hand, as if the cake was a scourge.

"How can you eat that little bit? Eat another one. I made a portion for three people at noon. I can't finish the rest by myself. If you don't eat more, I will throw it away if I can't finish it." Meng Xiangbei's attitude was a little tough, and he stuffed the tortillas into Lin Zeqing's hands, threatening.

Lin Zeqing stared at him with wide-eyed eyes, dumbfounded and stunned, never expecting that someone would say the words of throwing away such precious food.

But he understood that Meng Xiangbei was a jerk, and he could do what he said.Lin Zeqing lowered her head and gnawed on the tortilla with an angry expression, apparently using the tortilla as an object to vent her anger.

Can't deal with this bastard Meng Xiangbei, why can't he just eat a tortilla to vent his anger, and eat as much as he wants, anyway, he is not losing money.

Although Lin Zeqing lowered his head, Meng Xiangbei saw the gritted teeth. He was relieved that he finally saw a little anger in this person.

Lin Zeqing before faced Meng Xiangbei with indifference and despair.

Meng Xiangbei took all the remaining steamed rice and tortillas. He is in his prime, and he is still a big man, so he must eat a lot.

After the meal, Lin Zeqing took the initiative to wash the dishes.

Looking at the dark sky outside and the dots of light not far away, Lin Zeqing hesitated, and Meng Xiangbei, who was rummaging through boxes and boxes, said to the north: "Why don't I take Maomao back to my room, it's getting late, you should have a good rest. "

The big room is spacious and has windows for ventilation, which is much better than a narrow and cold little room without windows, but this is Meng Xiangbei's room.Lin Zeqing was already satisfied that Maomao could rest here in the afternoon.

Meng Xiangbei took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the box, frowned, and patted the dust on it in distaste, then paused, "Why do you go back to your room? The storage room cannot accommodate people, you and Maomao will sleep here with me, we can still sleep if the kang is crowded, and we will build a better house when we have money in the future.”

Lin Zeqing stared at Meng Xiangbei's back, her eyes widened, as if she had seen a ghost.

Taking out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and putting them on the table, Meng Xiangbei closed the box again, put it back in the corner, and continued: "Besides, the doctor said, Maomao will have a fever tonight, so I, as a father, naturally have to take care of it. "

Lin Zeqing likes big houses, but he refuses to sleep in the same kang with Meng Xiangbei, even if there is a Mao Mao in the middle, but he has no way to refute.

Meng Xiangbei seemed to have changed, whether it was real or fake, he was better than before. Lin Zeqing would not foolishly touch his bad luck at this time and make him angry.

Meng Xiangbei also knew what Lin Zeqing was thinking, but at this moment his attention was on the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

At the beginning, the original owner tried again and again, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pass the exam. After deciding to dawdle, he decisively threw these things into the box, not seeing them.

Now, Meng Xiangbei took them out.

He was thinking about his future life, and after thinking about it all afternoon, he decided to take the imperial examination.In fact, the original owner's mind is very good, he can even be said to be a genius, but his psychological quality is too poor, and he can't bear the slightest setback.He is not the same as a nightmare beast. He has been to the heavens and the earth, even the [-]th floor of hell. No one can compare to him in terms of psychological quality. Strong psychological quality, smart brain and hard work, taking part in the imperial examination is for him. Should not be difficult.

Now he is in the Great Prosperity Dynasty, which emphasizes civility over martial arts, and literati are superior to anyone else.

However, when taking the imperial examination, he also had to solve the problem of food and clothing.The tank at home is almost out of rice, and there is no next meal after eating. The follow-up treatment of Mao Mao’s legs requires money. There are too many places.

Before Meng's father had an accident, the family still had the money earned by Meng's father from hunting to subsidize it. Now Lin Zeqing only relies on Lin Zeqing to embroider purses and help people starch and wash clothes, which is not enough for living.

What's more, Lin Zeqing is his husband and deserves to enjoy the blessings, not for training.

Meng Xiangbei thought about it, and decided on a few ways to make money: copying books, writing scripts, painting, and writing letters for others.

In the Great Prosperity Dynasty, literati were precious, but everything related to literati was also precious.The county town where Dahe Village belongs to has many merchants but few literati, and everyone worships scholars. He can start from this aspect if he wants to make money.

With an idea, Meng Xiangbei started to work. Before it was too late, the room was lit with candles, and he conceived the outline in the storybook on paper.

Lin Zeqing was sitting on the kang, paying attention to Maomao's condition, while embroidering a purse by candlelight, her eyes would occasionally fall on Meng Xiangbei.

From his perspective, he could only see Meng Xiangbei sitting in front of the simple desk with a straight posture, writing something.

Lin Zeqing didn't know what he was writing, but he wrote very fast and focused.

Under the candlelight, the young man was dressed in Tsing Yi, simple and clean, with a tall and straight figure, his bony fingers were holding a brush, his brows and eyes were focused, he was handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, he was really gentle as jade, with a bookish air Pian Pianjia .

Unknowingly, Lin Zeqing was stunned.

When Meng Xiangbei turned his head inadvertently, he quickly lowered his head and pretended to be embroidering a purse as if nothing had happened.

"Brother Qing, were you peeking at me just now?"

Lin Zeqing gave a pause to the fingertips holding the needle, and after two seconds, she returned to normal, without raising her head, she said, "No."

Meng Xiangbei curled his lips into a smile, "I've seen it all."

"You read it wrong." Lin Zeqing embroidered at a faster speed.

Meng Xiangbei thought it was cute that he was guilty and refused to admit it, shrugged his shoulders, and said rather rascally: "Anyway, I saw it." So it is useless for you to deny it.

Lin Zeqing didn't answer, until the man turned back to write again, then raised his head and quietly looked up, secretly annoyed that he must have lost his mind just now, what's so interesting about this bastard.

In the middle of the night, Mao Mao had a fever as expected.

Seeing her son's face flushed and falling into a nightmare, Lin Zeqing was so distressed that she was about to cry.

Meng Xiangbei quickly poured out the medicinal wine specially prepared by the doctor. Lin Zeqing took a handkerchief, dipped it in the medicinal wine, wiped Maomao's body to cool down, and Meng Xiangbei went to boil the medicine again.

During the nightmare, Maomao yelled for pain subconsciously, probably only when he was unconscious, the little guy couldn't hide his true emotions.

"Maomao, why is Ah here, the leg will be fine, and it won't hurt anymore." Lin Zeqing wished she could pick up her son and rub her into her arms, tears streaming down his face.

Under Lin Zeqing's reassurance, Mao Mao finally calmed down. After the medicine was ready, he drank the medicine obediently, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Meng Xiangbei and Lin Zeqing stayed on guard for the rest of the night. Meng Xiangbei wanted to ask Lin Zeqing to take a rest, but seeing Lin Zeqing's appearance, he probably wouldn't go, and he didn't persuade him any more.

Fortunately, when it was almost dawn, Maomao's fever finally subsided.

Lin Zeqing breathed a sigh of relief, unable to support herself any longer, she leaned on the kang and fell asleep.

Meng Xiangbei carefully hugged him on the kang, slept with Maomao, covered them with a quilt, and he also lay on the outside, and took a nap before the sun was fully bright.

When Lin Zeqing woke up again, it was already dawn, and he was sleeping on the kang, with Maomao next to him, Maomao's face returned to normal, he reached out and touched Maomao's forehead, it stopped burning.

He remembered that he seemed to have fallen asleep on the kang last night, how could he have turned into sleeping in the kang.

Could it be that Meng Xiangbei carried him in?

There is only this possibility.

Afraid of disturbing Mao Mao, Lin Zeqing stepped off the kang lightly, except for the big house, facing Meng Xiangbei, who was squatting at the door of the kitchen and eating cakes.

"You're awake. I've cooked for you. Remember to eat. I'll go to the county seat later." Seeing him, Meng Xiangbei pointed to the food in the kitchen.

Lin Zeqing paused when he heard that he was going to the county seat, and suddenly remembered the scene when they passed by Chunman Garden when they came back yesterday.

In the past, Meng Xiangbei often went to the county seat, and every time he came back, he either smelled of rouge or was drunk.

Now that Meng Xiangbei said this about the county, he immediately thought of this.

Really pretended yesterday.

Lin Zeqing closed her eyes, her expression was indifferent, and she replied, "Got it."

Meng Xiangbei always felt that Lin Zeqing's mood seemed a little wrong, but he thought about going to the county early to earn money to support his family, so he couldn't think so much at this time, and it was normal for Lin Zeqing not to give him a good face.

Meng Xiangbei left. Lin Zeqing looked at the steaming food in the kitchen and couldn't taste it.

There was an ox cart yesterday, and it took them half an hour to go to the county seat, but now they walked on his two legs for more than an hour.

Meng Xiangbei really admired how the original owner had the perseverance to run to the county town frequently. Could it be that Chunmanyuan's brother is too beautiful, or the wine in the county town is too delicious?

After entering the county seat, Meng Xiangbei went straight to the study.

There were not many people in the study.

In the eyes of outsiders, the study is high-end, and ordinary people are not qualified to enter it. Second, the things sold in the study, whether it is calligraphy and painting, brushes, ink, paper and inkstone, are very expensive, and not ordinary people can afford it.

Meng Xiangbei looked at the study, it wasn't too big, but the decoration was quite elegant.

"Young master, do you need to buy calligraphy and painting, or brushes, ink, paper and inkstone?" Xiao Er greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Does your study need someone to copy books or draw pictures?" Meng Xiangbei asked.

Xiao Er's eyes lit up a little, and his attitude became a little more respectful, "If you need it, I'll ask the shopkeeper to talk to you in detail."

Soon, Xiaoer brought out a fat middle-aged man from the backyard.

The man looked Meng Xiangbei up and down, and nodded secretly.

Although the clothes of the person in front of him were simple, they were clean and concise. What he valued the most was the temperament of this person.At first glance, he is a well-bred person, and he is handsome, and his behavior is gentle. As far as I know, he is a handsome young man.

"My surname is Huang. I'm the boss of this Taoli Study. I don't know how to call you." He is smiling, and his white, fat and kind face makes him look like Maitreya Buddha, which makes people feel good at once.

Meng Xiangbei cupped his hands, with an attitude neither humble nor overbearing, "I am Meng Xiangbei, whose name is Bai Yu."

"It turned out to be Mr. Meng. It's a pleasure to meet you. Mr. Huang heard that Mr. Meng wants to come to the study to copy books and sell paintings. Why don't we sit down and talk about it." After speaking, Boss Huang served Xiaoer with snacks and a pot of tea.

Meng Xiangbei was not polite, and while drinking tea, he explained his purpose of coming.

Boss Huang was thinking about Meng Xiangbei while looking at him without any trace.

The study really needs people who can copy books and draw pictures.

If you want to talk about who has the highest status in the Dasheng Dynasty, it is undoubtedly a scholar. If you want to ask what is the most expensive thing, it is undoubtedly a book.Paintings related to books, pens, inks, paper and inkstones are also expensive.

To open a study, the initial investment is very large, and the purchase of books and paintings, pens, inks, papers and inkstones alone requires a large sum of money.

While ordinary people want to read books, many poor families cannot afford books.

The initial investment in reading is also huge.

Therefore, copying books came into being.

With hand-copied books, the study does not need to frequently buy expensive books, and hand-copied books can also be sold at a lower price to those who could not afford books before, and scholars from poor families can also rely on the income from copying books to make ends meet. It is a good thing that kills three birds with one stone.

However, in this remote county town, there are too few scholars, and copying books is not something that can be done casually. How about not mentioning the handwriting, just asking for a book to be copied down without any mistakes, omissions and alterations is difficult for many people.

Therefore, there are too few people who come to Taoli Study to copy books.

As for painting, paintings related to books are naturally not cheap.

As for some merchants in the county, they are not scholars, but they are rich and like to be arty. They always want to say something at home, let alone cultivate their sentiments, and they are willing to buy it just because it looks good.

As a result, good paintings are in short supply in this county.

Many times, those merchants need to buy paintings, and they also need to come to the study to make reservations.

Therefore, Boss Huang attaches great importance to Meng Xiangbei who can copy books and paint.

He talked about some books that need to be copied and their prices, and the big points that need to be paid attention to.

"...As long as you come to this book according to my request, how many copies do you copy? I want as many copies as you want. In addition, you can draw a picture yourself and I will give you an estimate. By the way, yesterday A grandpa ordered a painting from me just tonight, you can try it."

It turned out that the grandpa's Ah Mo was going to celebrate his 60th birthday, so he asked the study to order a painting related to the "birthday".

"Mr. Meng, if you are interested, you can draw a picture within three days."

Meng Xiangbei was very interested in this, thought for a while and said: "Boss Huang, Meng would like to try it on the spot. I wonder if you can provide me with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and a desk."

Boss Huang was surprised, he didn't expect Meng Xiangbei to say that.

Painting on the spot, this is not something that anyone dares to bring up casually.It's okay if the painting is good, but it's embarrassing if it's not good.

But since Meng Xiangbei proposed it, Boss Huang was interested, so he agreed.

In fact, Meng Xiangbei was also a little helpless.

He came to the county today to make money, so he couldn't go back empty-handed, and first he went home to paint, and then sold the paintings to the study. It took too much time to go back and forth, and his legs would be broken just by walking.

It's good that Boss Huang can provide this, and there are pens, inks, papers and inkstones left over, which is more cost-effective.What a clever little ghost he is.Meng Xiangbei sighed silently.

On the desk, rice paper was spread out, and Meng Xiangbei was grinding ink, and after a while, he picked up the brush, pondered for a while, and picked up the brush to paint.

Because of the need for a quiet environment, Boss Huang and Xiaoer didn't bother, and Meng Xiangbei was the only one left.

"Boss, do you think this young master is okay?" Xiaoer asked quietly.To be honest, he had been working in the study for so long, and it was the first time he saw someone who dared to paint in the study.

I don't know if this young man has real skills or is too arrogant.

Boss Huang looked at Meng Xiangbei's steady back from a distance, and said, "Is it okay, I'll find out later."

Boss Huang was sure of Meng Xiangbei in his heart, not to mention his appearance and temperament, but just when the two of them talked, he had a good impression of Meng Xiangbei, and he felt that he was a smart and good young man.He believed that such a person would not be so stupid as to do stupid things without the ability.

Meng Xiangbei didn't know what Boss Huang and Xiao Er thought, but he concentrated on painting.

Birthday is the day that should be celebrated, and 60 years old was considered a long life in ancient times.

Meng Xiangbei quickly knew what to paint.

He plans to paint a picture of "Magu Presenting Her Birthday", it's suitable for the occasion!

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-04-0917:40:30~2020-04-1018:11:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Nineteen, negative negative is positive 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Ye Sang; 2 bottles of Canghuanghuang; 729 bottle of 1. Tuanfen Little Sweetheart;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!