Jia Huan's rebirth and revenge

Jia Huan felt that he should go to worship God or something recently. It was really unlucky. The last time it was a couplet, it was fine, but it happened to be used during the Chinese New Year, but what happened this time?It turned out to be a dagger, or an old dagger, no matter how you look at it, it’s not worth a lot of money. Then I looked at the turntable, yes, nothing, because the lottery has ended, so there is nothing on it, he There is no way to know what I missed.

Jia Huan, who was holding a dagger dumbfoundingly, was really unwilling to reconcile with the harvest this time. He couldn't help but looked around carefully, wanting to find something to make up for himself. I feel much better, not to mention anything else, just the fact that the solidified space I found last time has made great progress, for example, the ground under my feet has revealed its true face, according to the size of Jia Huan's eyes. Look, there are about three or four acres. Moreover, the soil on the ground is very fertile. It is not the kind of gray-black soil with stones and saline-alkali, but black soil with red light. It’s really not big, it’s just right to build a house, and you can have a big yard, but if you want to grow food and vegetables, you have to consider the sunshine and water sources. In this situation where there is nothing, it’s a bit tasteless, but in the end There is also progress, which makes Jia Huan can't help but look forward to it. If one day this space really becomes bigger and bigger, can he also look forward to a water source so that he can solve the food problem in this place?

Of course, this is just thinking about it now. After all, the reality is that there are only these lands, and the rest are still surrounded by white mist. Looking at these white mist, Jia Huan couldn't help but want to walk in and see what is behind the white mist. What is it, people? He is always so curious, but when he walked to the edge of the land, he felt a resistance, and he couldn't tell where it came from. Anyway, Jia Huan was beside the white mist, as if there was A voice told him from the bottom of his heart that he could not get close, and could only wait for the white mist to disperse by itself.

With such a feeling, he didn't dare to go against it, who knows if this is a warning, he got this second life with great difficulty, and he didn't want to lose it inexplicably like this.

Thinking of this, Jia Huan breathed out a foul breath, took a step back, then stared at the white mist for a while, then turned his head, looked at the land again, and began to think, he didn't come in once or twice. From the excitement at the beginning to the normal state now, he also has his own feeling about this space, that is dead silence, except for the turntable, and the white mist all over the sky, there is nothing, no sound, no wind, no water, no vegetation, what? No, it’s okay to come to this kind of space once. After a long time, Jia Huan felt a little depressed, as if he was alone in a desert, so he wondered if he could make the place more lively.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to plant some trees, but what about water?To put it bluntly, water is the source of all things, without water, nothing can be achieved.So even if Jia Huan had such an idea, without water, everything would be in vain.The only thing that can be expected is that since the land can condense out, then maybe one day, the water will also appear naturally.All Jia Huan can do is one word: wait.

Holding the dagger, Jia Huan went out of the space again and returned to real life. The sea in winter is quiet and cold. They are constantly studying at home, or preparing things for the New Year. Of course, during this period, they have to go to the city to buy some things for the New Year. It is at this time that Jia Huan finally found another one that can earn money The best thing to do is to write couplets on red paper.

Originally, Jia Huan just wanted to use the excuse of going shopping in the city to take out this couplet. After all, although this item is not worth much, it is considered suitable for the occasion. It's not cheap either.

A pair of couplets, plus a horizontal inscription, is fifteen Wen, but how much is the red paper?One piece of ten characters can be cut into two full pairs of couplets. In this way, a piece of red paper can be cut into thirty characters directly, which is tripled. How much can it cost?Anyway, it's a good deal.

Ordinarily, this thing has a large audience, and it can also make money. There are many poor children in the city who are literate, and there should be many people who do it, but in fact it is very strange. It's just that some grocery stores and a few people who set up stalls and write letters on weekdays are doing it, which makes Jia Huan feel very strange.

After thinking about it, I finally realized that maybe the scholars here can get by for most of the day, and they don’t want to come out to set up stalls in such cold weather, suffer this crime, or feel embarrassed, thinking that this is humiliating. , or simply do not have such an economic mind.

Jia Huan doesn't care why others don't earn this money. What he can be sure of now is that if he wants to earn this money, he can earn [-] Wen for a piece of red paper. Where is Zhang?Isn't that two hundred, four hundred?If it was fifty pieces, that would be an income of one tael of silver. If this job could last until the first month, then maybe the family could have a considerable income again.

With such thoughts, Jia Huan immediately bought ten pieces of red paper with the money hidden in his bosom, and took them home. There is also a lot of money, but the family may not agree that he will invest all of it at once. After all, they have never seen what his handwriting looks like, nor have they come to the city directly to see how these things are sold.So with an argument of giving it a try, and spending a hundred dollars, it can still be accepted by the family.

Sure enough, after he returned home, Mrs. Qi knew that the papers cost a hundred cash, and she had a frowning face. She was afraid that they would be lost after tossing around. It was the price of ten catties of grain. If it was wasted, she would probably die of heartache.Brother Xing and Xiaosan are more supportive. Of course, this is because they are young and courageous, and they have some money at home, and they have confidence. The handwriting, in their opinion, is very good, and it should not be bad on paper. With such confidence, this is why they have such a supportive attitude.

At the same time, Jia Huan also took out the couplets obtained by lottery. They were used as a model, and the family didn’t say anything about them. Compared with those papers, they were much less than money. The role of the model is gone, and you can still use it for your own use. It really can't be considered a waste.

It was not easy for Jia Huan to finally use those pens and inks that were really ugly. Such a crude thing finally had a place to use.

"Second son, why is there such a difference between writing on paper and writing on the ground? It's so awkward."

Brother Xing was the first to pick up a pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few words on his rough-edged paper. He was sweating while writing, feeling nervous and uncomfortable. He always felt that the pen was heavy. Heavy, obviously when I usually write on the ground, I also learn to hold the pen vigorously, so why do I feel like a novice when I really use the pen here?

"It's okay, it's just that I can't control my strength. I can get used to it after writing a few times. At that time, I can write on the ground like I used to."

"No, no, if this is a waste of red paper, the mother will feel so sorry for it. Come on, you three of us were the ones who wrote well in the past. You can't fool people around for things that are going to be sold."

Brother Xing quickly put the pen in Jia Huan's hand, and retreated in a few steps, heaving a sigh of relief as he retreated, as if he had dropped some hot potato.

On the contrary, Xiaosan was a little dissatisfied seeing that he didn't have the opportunity to try it out, so he tugged on Brother Xing's clothes and said dissatisfiedly:

"Brother, I haven't tried it yet, what if I write well?"

"Come on, it's just you, what you write on the ground is all crooked, and you still want to write it on paper? Stop making trouble, hurry up, let your second brother write, practice well, use this red paper to make money, wait Once we earn money, we will use it to buy paper so that we can practice and practice until we can finish writing. In the future, it will not work. We can earn some pen and ink money by writing letters in the town. Write as much as you want?"

When he said this, Xiao San immediately stopped making trouble. It was related to earning money. How important is a home?

Jia Huan picked up the pen, and was a little excited. How long has it been? He finally picked up the pen again. He has never thought of himself as a scholar, and he didn't think he had much talent and love for reading, but until now At this moment, he realized that these things that he didn't like or even took for granted over the years had actually penetrated deep into his bones, causing him to be attached and nostalgic.

Perhaps, from this moment, Jia Huan really began to face up to his own heart and face up to everything in the past.He should pick up what he should have, and make up for what he regretted in the past.Make a complete Jiahuan without regrets.