Village Flowers and Female Scholars

Xie Yan went out happily with the mimeograph paper in the morning, and then came back disappointed, unable to have a good word with Zhuang Wan, feeling very unhappy.

When she is unhappy, she will want to make something to eat. Right now, she is squatting by the stove and frying snails. This small pot of snails has been soaked in water for several days, and today she just took this opportunity to start frying.

Zhuang Wan, who just came out of her home, came to the courtyard of Xie's house, and saw the smoke rising from the kitchen. After entering the door, she walked directly to the kitchen, and was greeted by the smell of snails and perilla, as well as the smell of onion and garlic. It smells so mouth-watering.

Seeing Zhuang Wan coming in, Xie Yan didn't stop her movements, and asked, "Don't you need to wait on your uncle and aunt at home?"

Zhuang Wan shook her head: "I'm not a servant of the family, it's their own home, they arrange what to eat and where to live, and I'm not here to be a guest."

Xie Yan laughed when she heard the words, this is indeed Zhuang Wan's usual style, "That being said, but your uncle and aunt are used to being served in the city, so when you come here, you can't help but want to order you to do some work. After all, they are also elders. It's not easy for you to refuse, and you will get a reputation for being ignorant and unvirtuous."

"Whoever wants to talk, let them talk. Anyway, my reputation is like this, and I'm not married, so reputation doesn't matter to me."

Zhuang Wan sat by the stove, stirring the fire in the stove.

Hearing what she said, Xie Yan grinned even more happily, took advantage of the gap between fried snails, pulled her head over, and kissed loudly on the forehead.

Zhuang Wan sat up straight and lowered her head to continue cooking the fire, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

After frying the snails, the two of them sat in the yard and ate the snail meat with a bamboo stick in their mouths. Zhuang Wan seemed to like this thing very much. After eating a few pieces, she quickly learned how to eat it. After taking a sip, and then sucking hard against the mouth of the snail, the snail meat is directly sucked into the mouth without using a bamboo stick.

Seeing that she was eating happily, Xie Yan simply pushed a plate of snails in front of her, and watched her eat while resting her chin.

Zhuang Wan was embarrassed by her stare, stepped on her foot under the table and said, "Why don't you eat?"

"Watching you eat is more satisfying than eating by myself." Xie Yan wiped her hands and reached out to pinch her cheeks.

The soft touch on the side of her cheeks made Zhuang Wan feel pampered. Her parents went away since she was a child, and she used to be with Granny Yu. Granny Yu loved her, but no matter how close she was, the old and the young would still be close. Nowhere to go, I always feel that there is still a layer in the middle, and now the little girl in front of me can give herself such a sense of intimacy, which is something she never imagined.

At this moment, Xie Yan remembered the purpose of going to Zhuang Wan in the morning, got up and took out the paper printed by the mimeograph machine, spread it in front of her and said, "Wanwan, look, what is this!"

When Xie Yan was tinkering with the mimeograph earlier, she did not avoid Zhuang Wan, and even told her the principle of the mimeograph. Now that Xie Yan took out several papers with the exact same words printed on them, she knew that the little woman in front of her was After the experiment was successful, he immediately dropped the snail in his hand, wiped his hands, picked up the pieces of paper and compared them carefully.

"People often say that the same mold was printed, and that's what they said, Jin'er, you are really amazing."

Xie Yan was so praised by her sweetheart, she was so proud, she moved her face closer and said, "I'm so good, shouldn't I be rewarded!"

Zhuang Wan has long been familiar with the little girl's way of begging for kisses, and she didn't hold back, and imprinted a sweet kiss on her soft and tender cheek.

"Wanwan, your handwriting is beautiful, help me copy a whole page and I'll print a few more to see if there is anything that needs to be adjusted," Xie Yan touched her cheeks that were still a little water-stained , happily said, "It was written with the iron pen I made, not your brush."

Zhuang Wan had seen that pen before and tried it a few times, and said with a smile: "It doesn't look so good when written with an iron pen."

"It's beautiful, that's because you haven't been familiar with it before. After you write two or three pages, you will be able to integrate the two methods of brushwork. By then, your stylus writing will be as beautiful as brush writing."

Zhuang Wan has always been good at learning, not to mention hands-on ability, but there are some things she doesn't want to spend energy on doing, including cooking, housework, etc. She took the stylus and wrote a few words casually, and it was exactly as Xie Yan said. As I said, although the pen tools are different, the way of using the brush is similar, and the hard-tipped characters still have the same elegant demeanor as before.

"When will your uncle go back?"

"I don't know. They say they will stay for about two months." Zhuang Wan lowered her eyelashes, as if she was not very happy.

"But go back quickly, I don't want to see them." Xie Yan expressed her inner feelings bluntly, and didn't mind Zhuang Wan seeing this side of herself.

When Zhuang Wan heard this, a smile appeared on her unhappy face, she reached out and patted her head and said, "It's okay, as long as I have you, no matter what happens to them, I will come to you to take shelter from the wind."

"I wish you could just move here and live with me, but judging by your uncle's appearance, he shouldn't be very tall."

"Don't be afraid, if I don't want to do something, he can't force me."

The two chatted for a while before Xie Yan said: "Now that the mimeograph machine is finished, as long as we can write the first edition of our story book, the subsequent copy will be completed by this machine. The handwriting is clear and convenient. Talking about another way of cooperation, in the past it was directly selling story books and stories, but now it is directly selling books.”

Then Xie Yan roughly calculated the profit: "Before we sold with one hammer, a set of three books, the bookstore owner sold one book for five yuan (five hundred cash), if fifty copies were sold, his income would be 25 taels, minus the cost of one book and three taels, he earned 16 taels, but he also had to pay one yuan for the handwriting fee for each book, so he had to subtract five taels of silver, and the total he could get was 11 taels of silver , This is already a lot of money, not to mention that we will return three volumes in one set."

Zhuang Wan stared at her and said, "As far as I know, the sales volume of each set of the few Liaozhai series of books we wrote before has already reached hundreds of copies."

Xie Yan's eyes lighted up: "So we have to firmly hold the book publishing rights in our hands. We can find bookstores to sell them on behalf of us. The price of each book is still five yuan, but the money from Yudu can be saved. The most important thing is that we can sell this storybook at the teahouse, we sold the storybook to Boss Zhong before, and after we gave it to him, we can no longer use that story, what a loss.”

After talking about the script, Xie Yan started to move out the money jar under her bed.

"Come, count the money with me, this is the happiest time of my day."

After Xie Yan finished speaking, she felt that she had made a mistake, and smiled at Zhuang Wan: "Of course, the happiest time is with you, but counting money with you may be the happiest and happier thing. Yes, double the joy."

Seeing her playful smile, Zhuang Wan took a look at her and sat down at the table, looking at the large and small pieces of silver and copper coins poured on the table, her eyes were very calm.

Xie Yan only thought that she was stable, and began to count the money with her fingers: "Before the opening of the business, my mother and I did the calculation. Selling [-] bowls of noodles a day, excluding the cost of ingredients, labor and rent in a month, the total income is about five yuan. Six taels of silver. Since Fang Wenbo came back, word of mouth in our store has also been pushed to the top. Since March, the monthly net profit has reached about ten taels. That’s about the number.”

Zhuang Wan nodded and said: "There are more and more people coming here because of fame, and there will only be a lot more in the future."

"Yes," Xie Yan was very excited, "the restaurant has been fixed, and many households in the village don't have to worry about selling their food. The snacks, fritters and green vegetables made in the store are also bought nearby in the village. At least a few households can earn some income every month.”

After finishing speaking, he picked up the money again and said: "Right now, I have saved 40 taels of silver in the restaurant alone, and I have saved 20 taels in the story book, and the total is 60 taels. It would be unthinkable to put this one year ago. Dare to think."

"You are great," Zhuang Wan smiled softly at her, "I am proud of you."

When Xie Yan heard what Zhuang Wan said, she was moved a little bit. She was afraid that Zhuang Wan would not be able to accept the fact that her partner could earn more money than herself, especially since everyone was a girl. If one of them earned more money, the other might feel that Not confident enough, but she doesn't know how to be wan, Xie Yan felt that he had found a treasure, turned around and slapped her face again.

Zhuang Wan didn't expect her to sneak up on her suddenly, her face flushed slightly, the two of them have been getting along relatively calmly, and her little girl would take the initiative on weekdays, although she actually enjoys each other's enthusiasm, but the etiquette dogma has been influenced by her ears and eyes over the years, Let her restrain herself a little.

Of course, the last time I was drunk and pulled someone's belt was just an exception.

Sometimes she couldn't help feeling a little worried, if she was always so confused, would the little girl feel dull and lose interest in herself one day.

This kind of thought made Zhuang Wan flustered for no reason, Xie Yan in front of her was staring at her with thieves' eyes after she succeeded in cheating, when she saw her looking over, she turned her eyes to another place, and then glanced back.

Zhuang Wan thought she was funny and cute when she was worried, turned around and fixed her shoulder, tilted her head, and kissed her tender lips lightly.

Seeing her initiative, Xie Yan was happy in her heart, wrapped her small hands around her waist and hugged her, raised her head and raised her chin, and sent her lips out.

The gentle touch between lips is a kind of collision that directly reaches the soul. How can there be such an intimate communication between people, so close that they seem to merge together.

The soft little tongue touched the small tip that was also cautiously poking out her head, and when the tip of the tongue touched, Zhuang Wan's head thumped, her heart trembled, her body became weak, and she couldn't help but tighten up after waves of throbbing. body.

Although Xie Yan comes from a world where all kinds of civilizations are flourishing in the future, and has seen all kinds of love and joy on TV, but this is the first time he has actually encountered it, and the shyness of a little woman is also aroused at this moment.

To refuse also welcome.

Such a blurred and shy look made Zhuang Wan's heart surge with heat, and she couldn't help biting her tongue tightly, and gently tearing her lips.

From tenderness to roughness, the two different emotions brought Xie Yan different passionate experiences, she held her heart, she liked both.

The noses and breaths intersected, breathing in a fragrance that did not belong to her, which made the soles of her feet feel numb.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Xie Yan pressed her forehead against Zhuang Wan's, closed her eyes slightly, and gently took the other's hand, as if she was still reminiscing about the moment that made her palpitate just now.

Zhuang Wan held her hand, kneading it inch by inch, only feeling that the little girl in front of her breath was so sweet that one couldn't stop.

The author has something to say: Xie Yan: Hello dog scholar, you can suck snails.

Zhuang Wan (stands up fiercely and proudly): Of course

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