A little sweet through the fragrant

Yun Cheng was stunned by the question.

He just suddenly found out that Ye Yan was not serious about studying the imperial examinations, and his family was still overdrafting his health and earning money to support him, so he looked angry.

Instead, he neglected that he was still illiterate and had no conditions to read and write.

He was silent for a short while, those big and bright almond eyes stared straight at Ye Yan, making Ye Yan feel guilty.

"You didn't tell Yunniang, did you?"

So Yuncheng understood.

Ye Yan is really writing a novel without telling his family.

Fortunately, Ye Yan didn't ask him how he could read, so Yuncheng put it aside and asked him directly: "You didn't read?"

When Ye Yan was asked this question, he was sure that the content of the manuscript paper was discovered by Yuncheng.

He sighed, with a dejected look on his face, "I read it, but my family supported me to study hard. I am not as good as Cunshan, and I have nothing else to do. I have no way to share it..."

The money was not earned, and a lot of paper wasted.

And because he didn't read books and composition carefully, he also felt guilty like a thief.

In addition, I couldn't write at all, and I was impatient.

Ye Yan's mental quality is not very good, or he wanted to talk to others to relieve boredom, and after a sentence was cheated, he said something.

"I've already written it according to the fashionable script, but I can't write a goddess, a witch, or a noble girl, and I can't vilify the messy wife, let alone abandon her."

"Last night was my last attempt. I won't be able to get the refill fee. Don't tell them, lest they will be upset about it."

This is like a senior high school candidate who worries about the financial conditions of his family, while reviewing, while squeezing time to engage in side jobs.

The last two do not stick.

I failed the college entrance examination and didn't make any money.

For Yuncheng, since he knows the hard work at home, he might as well grit his teeth and fight hard, and he will not fail everyone's efforts at this stage.

It was a momentary distraction, and the failure of the most important academic examination made people feel more stressed and hopeless.

Yun Cheng didn't say that.

If people can perfectly control their emotions, they will not have so many worries.

Yun Cheng saw that he was so big and tall, he squatted on the ground and poked the ground with a stick, and his whole family was emaciated, hanging on all at once, so he couldn't bear it.

"You know what's popular in the fashionable storybooks, and what's the matter with the wretched wife? You write novels, and it's not that you really want to abandon them."

Ye Yan looked up at him, there was a huge dark circle under his eyes, and the fundus of his eyes was also bloodshot, "My brother doesn't understand, so I can't write even if I think about it."

Yun Cheng really didn't understand, "If you really want to love my sister-in-law, then it shouldn't be in words, but you should take some practical actions. How much less work can she do if you take the retouching fee?"

Everything else is false, but money is real.

Ye Yan was frozen in place by what he said, speechless for a while.

Yuncheng confirmed that he was not playing with things and losing his ambition, but doing bad things with good intentions, so he didn't tell him more, and left Ye Yan to find Liu Yun.

She has cut up all the paper, and poured two buckets of water into the big basin.

Because Yuncheng didn't come to confirm, she finished cutting it, and then cut the scraps of paper again, and now the dustpan is full of scraps of paper.

Yuncheng twirled a few pinches and felt that it was about the same. He said, "Soak the paper to make it softer, and then you can beat it."

Liu Yun poured it in, pressed it several times with his hands, and made sure that all the paper was stained with water, then turned around to wipe his hands, and asked with a smile, "Shall I pour you a glass of sugar water?"

Yuncheng didn't want to drink, he was afraid of going to the bathroom and tooth decay.

Seeing Liu Yun's earnest and nervous eyes, he smiled softly, "Okay, thank you sister-in-law."

He accepted it frankly, and Liu Yun was also at ease.

While soaking the paper, Yuncheng continued to sew cotton clothes.

Liu Yun did not go to the side room to reel and weave cloth in the afternoon. He sat next to him and trimmed the paper-made bamboo curtains, scraped off the warped filaments at the corners, and sewed a circle around the cut reed mat to fix it. .

Ye Yan was not in the mood to read today, so he also helped out, found a smooth wooden board, rinsed it, and put it aside for drying paper.

Yuncheng has no experience, so the beating step is just a quarter of an hour.

Liu Yun cut the paper into pieces, and half an hour later, the pulp was ready for papermaking.

Yuncheng rolled up his sleeves, recalled the movements, and tried it himself.

After making paper, take off the bamboo curtain, stick it upside down on the wooden board, press it for a while, then take off the bamboo curtain, and a piece of paper is pasted on the wooden board.

It's not dry yet, so I don't know the thickness, and I'm not sure if it's ink smudged.

But the eyes of all three present were bright.

"Is this done?"

Ye Yan couldn't believe his eyes, he walked around the wooden board several times, and tried to touch it a few times, but he was afraid that the paper would be scratched.

He even wanted to bring a brazier over to dry the paper, and try to see if it worked now.

Liu Yun was quicker at work than him. Looking at the size of the board, he knew they couldn't make a few sheets of paper today with this board, so he hurried to the house to take out the bamboo mat and spread it.

The water-soaked paper is sticky, and she supports the bamboo curtain with bamboo poles and stones, so it won't fall over.

There is a stove at home, and it will not be used until it is colder, and she also takes it out to light a fire and bake paper.

Yun Cheng nodded subconsciously, drying in summer and roasting in winter, his sister-in-law taught herself without a teacher, very good.

Yuncheng said: "You can also put them on the table and stack them first, and then peel off the paper later."

This time without Liu Yundong, Ye Yan trotted out to move the dining table out of the main room, and the couple cooperated to clean the table.

After finishing all this, Liu Yun wiped his hands, and the face that was too miserable finally had sincere joy, and the yellow cheeks were glowing red, she asked Yuncheng: "The water is quite cold, otherwise I will try it try?"

The whole process was done by Yuncheng with them, and there was nothing technically hidden.

Yuncheng didn't do the usual work either, so he let it go.

When making paper, you only need to pay attention to the evenness of the scoop, and the thickness of the paper is determined according to the amount taken.

He can't do this part as well as Liu Yun, because his hands are unsteady and he is afraid of the cold.

Liu Yun made two paper-made bamboo curtains, and Ye Yan was eager to try it.

Usually at home, Ye Yan does nothing.

For the sake of face, the men in the village felt that the housework should be done by women and brothers, but Ye Yan wanted to help and no one would agree.

Several times today, Liu Yun just took a look at him and agreed.

Yun Cheng stuffed his cold hands into the semi-finished cotton padded clothes to cover, he didn't care about the eyebrows and lawsuits of the young couple, and he was thinking about Ye Cunshan in his heart.

When he came back and saw that the paper was really made, he didn't know what expression he would have.

Ye Cunshan came late in the morning and was fined by Du Zhichun for three glasses of wine.

At the poetry meeting, he was not interested in the oiran he invited and was teased again. Du Zhichun remembered Yuncheng and asked Ye Cunshan: "Where is your pretty little fellow from the same country? Didn't you come with me this time?"

This has something to do with Ye Cunshan's confession, and he will be forced to drink.

He decided to go back to school and went to see Mr. Du again.

Mr. Du is also a drinker, smelling the smell of alcohol on his body, he was aroused, and the teacher and the student also had a few drinks.

When he came out of Du's house, Ye Cunshan walked steadily without changing his expression. His black face looked more serious than usual, and pedestrians on the road automatically backed away.

Just by looking at his appearance, he couldn't tell he was half-drunk.

He first went to the tailor shop to deliver the embroidery work, a routine inspection by shopkeeper Wang.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

There are regular embroiderers in this embroidery shop, all of whom are relatives and relatives.

There are only so many cases every month, if they are given to outsiders, there will be fewer embroidered mothers.

The last time shopkeeper Wang gave face to the eldest son of the Du family, he gave some embroidery work to Yun Cheng.

At that time, seeing that he was dressed in tatters, I thought that when he was on a job, he would end the cooperation on the grounds of poor embroidery work.

Now seeing the fine stitches, fine embroidery, and touching the lifelike mandarin ducks, he's lost his mind.

pity.

The eldest lady cut off the remaining embroidery work, and he wanted to distribute it to Yuncheng, but there was nothing left.

He showed Ye Cunshan a satisfied and regretful smile: "The embroidery is good, the one tael we agreed before, you just take it and sign on the register."

Ye Cunshan lowered his eyes, there were not many names on the register, and it was only a few days since the last time he came here, so it was easy to find.

Last time it was Du Zhichun's deposit, which he signed for Yun Cheng.

He picked up the brush and wrote Yun Cheng's name again, took the three taels of silver from shopkeeper Wang, and said dumbly, "It's too much."

Shopkeeper Wang's smile remained unchanged: "It's just right with the deposit."

Ye Cunshan looked directly at him, saw shopkeeper Wang's smile froze on his face, and then took the silver and said, "He embroiders very well."

Shopkeeper Wang nodded awkwardly, "The embroidery is very good."

A black-faced Wei Wuzi, with a cold face, talked to him about the quality of embroidery work in a calm tone, which made his forehead sweat.

Originally thought, if the strong man wanted to force him to do embroidery work by force, he promised that he would have to go to Du's house and cry about it later.

But Ye Cunshan just nodded in satisfaction, turned around and left.

Leaving a confused shopkeeper Wang standing there, it took a long time before he cursed in a low voice: "What's wrong."

Ye Cunshan went to Du's study to return two books, and took a new book away.

The store clerk stopped him when he saw the title of the book, "Master Ye, this book cannot be copied."

Ye Cunshan put the book into the pocket of the rucksack, with a cold expression: "I know."

The shopkeeper was still standing in front of him, and he couldn't bear to frown: "I took it back to study."

Store clerk: "...Why don't you look at the title of the book again?"

Ye Cunshan really saw it, and he even read it out: "Goddess Fu Yaolu."

Shopkeeper: "..."

He also smelled the alcohol on Ye Cunshan's body, so he told Ye Cunshan to wait a while without talking to him, and went to the backyard to tell shopkeeper Yu.

Du's study has always taken care of these students, where can we let drunk students wander around the county, shopkeeper Yu asked his son to give Ye Cunshan a ride.

They wanted to get the book back, but Ye Cunshan protected it tightly. The shopkeeper Yu didn't want to tear the pages of the book in the dispute, so he waved his hand helplessly, "It's okay, let him take it. Mr. Ye is a book lover, and he won't destroy it at will. Sober up Will send it back."

Just like that, Buddy Yu sent Ye Cunshan all the way to buy rice and noodles, big ribs and pigs. Seeing that the bamboo baskets were full, he even strolled to the pier and bought a bag of wool from the merchant.

Turning back, he stood there in a daze, and the clerk Yu asked, "Is there anything else Ye Gongzi has bought?"

Ye Cunshan's eyes became more bewildered: "I want to buy duck feathers."

Yu buddy:? ?

Buddy Yu had never seen anyone buying duck feathers, he just wanted to send them away smoothly.

No one in the county raised ducks, so he took Ye Cunshan to the restaurant after a little thought, and collected a bag of duck feathers from the back kitchen.

I thought this was the end of the matter, but after going around, Ye Cunshan went back to the tailor shop and bought a cotton coat and a pair of cotton boots.

Looking at the size, I bought it for someone else.

Buddy Yu muttered: "When you're so drunk, you still remember to buy clothes for someone..."

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