Author: Next door Lao Huang 007

Yiren patiently and meticulously responded to each customer's questions. Even when she encountered someone who was too expensive and sarcastic, she still smiled and greeted them, looking like she was friendly and could make money.

I thought it would be good to sell out the ninety pieces of Ai Tuan that I brought today for ten copper coins, and there wouldn’t be many reservations. So Yiren didn’t bring any pen, ink, paper or inkstone, and there were three hundred customers who made reservations, both in quantity and taste.

It's hard for Yiren to write them down one by one.

"Everyone, wait a minute. I didn't bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone today. Since you have paid the down payment, I should give you a deed! Wait a minute, I'll buy a pen and ink!" Yiren shouted loudly.

"You can give me fifty cents for the yellow paper and this ink!" A young, angry voice came from the side.

The beautiful woman turned around and saw that it was actually the ghostwriter from the bookstore that she had just run away from. He held a stack of yellow paper and half an ink block that was obviously broken, and handed it to the beautiful woman.

"Brother, just give me the world's price! Don't worry about what happened just now." Yiren thought he wanted to apologize because of what happened just now.

"No, fifty cents." The young man blushed and cherished his words like gold.

He is a ghostwriter for a bookstore nearby. A ghostwriter is a person who copies books for a bookstore. Usually, he is paid according to the length of the book, the handwriting of the copyist, etc. He comes from a poor family and has studied hard for many years, so he copies some books for others at the bookstore.

Books to support the family.

He just saw the woman crying and begging on the ground, and he was moved with compassion. He really did not think that the woman was cheating, nor did he think that his behavior was generosity to others. He walked back to the bookstore in shame and anger, and picked up the

A book, but I saw the book "Book Burning and Cold Lamp Xiaohua" written in it, "Kang Geng's generosity to others, spending other people's wealth, being merciless to others, does it mean nothing to oneself?"

He was so ashamed for a moment that he went back to Yiren's stall and wanted to apologize, but he saw that her place was full of people making reservations. Then he thought about it, he needed paper and pen for reservations, so he went back to get it. Considering that she was wearing ordinary clothes

, I am not from a wealthy family, so I took yellow paper and cut off the ink sticks that could not be sold at a high price.

Yiren suddenly felt that this big boy was simple and endearing. According to his request, she gave him 50 yuan and took the pen and paper.

"Do you want me to write for you?" The boy looked indifferent, but what he said was that he wanted to help.

"Okay." Yiren, who had already finished the last word, agreed immediately. Her handwriting did not look like that of a village woman, so it was better to keep a low profile. "May I ask your name, sir?"

"I don't dare, Xiaoshengtongsheng Zhang Qian." The boy took the pen and replied casually.

"Zhang Qian? Which Qian?" Yiren was stunned. Zhang Qian? Zhang Qian who was on an envoy to the Western Regions?

"Hongqian's Qian." Zhang Qian replied naturally without thinking. After saying this, he remembered that the sister-in-law might not be literate. He was thinking about how to explain it when he saw a vigorous figure on the yellow paper spread on top.

The word "deed".

The character is thin but has a strong character. When people look at it, they feel the breath of clear bamboo after the rain, which is cold and refreshing.

Zhang Qian was stunned and couldn't help but turn around and ask: "Sister-in-law, you wrote this? What font is this?"

Yi Ren glanced at the noisy crowd and made a silent gesture to Zhang Qian, indicating that he should help write the deed. Zhang Qian understood and hurriedly lowered his head to write.

In less than half an hour, all three hundred Ai Tuan orders were completed. Yiren wanted to give Zhang Qian some reward, but he refused to accept it. He originally wanted to ask Yiren about the word, but at this moment, people were coming and going on the street.

I decided to ask again another day.

Yiren thought about bringing him some food in the future, so she didn't force him.

After the reservation here, Yiren quickly pushed through the crowd and went to find Uncle Qing. Originally, she thought that Aituan's sales would be in big trouble, so she told Uncle Qing that if she didn't come back by now, she would ask Uncle Qing to run away by himself.

Go to Desheng Restaurant to deliver mountain goods for her.

"Uncle Qing, I'm back!" Because Ai Tuan's bookings were so popular, Yiren was extremely happy, and her voice was unconsciously full of girlish charm.

"Good boy! Sit up quickly." Uncle Qing patted the oxcart. "I'm about to go to Desheng Restaurant as you asked!"

The ox cart moved forward slowly, leaving Hongwu Street in the county and heading towards the town.

Before the oxcart arrived in front of the Desheng Restaurant, Yiren saw many people surrounding the door of the restaurant from a distance, and the sound of a woman crying could be heard.

"Obviously you agreed yesterday to charge me four cents for my mountain goods! I came all the way to deliver them and you don't want them! I don't want to live anymore!"

Yi Ren couldn't help but wonder: What kind of green tea house did you poke into today? Just now, there was a person who asked for moxa balls, and now there is another one who insists on giving mountain goods? She wants to see who he is and what quality of goods he can grab.

Her business!

Uncle Qing shouted: "The bullock cart is coming! Make way!"

The crowd dispersed, and Uncle Qing was the first to see the woman at the door of the restaurant.

"Ms. Zheng? Why is it you?" Uncle Qing looked surprised, but then he remembered that Mrs. Zheng was riding in his own car that day and followed him to Desheng Restaurant, and he was angry and blamed himself for a moment.

It turned out that Zheng followed Uncle Qing that day and learned about the restaurant where Yiren delivered mountain goods. When she returned, she called her husband and several children from the village to go to the mountain to pick mushrooms. She promised to give them five dollars each after selling the mushrooms.

A copper plate.

The two children told no one except their family members that San Mao and Si Mao could earn a few copper coins from picking wild products every day. Mrs. Zheng also heard about it from Qiang Gen, so the children in the village didn't know about San Mao and Si Mao.

They had never seen the good thing about getting five copper coins for picking mushrooms, and they immediately went up the mountain happily.

It's just that for a while now, Aunt Li and her children have picked almost all the mushrooms in the forest behind Songjiazhuang. It hasn't rained for several days, so the mushrooms that used to be everywhere are now very few.

In desperation, Mrs. Zheng had no choice but to lead everyone to search deep into the mountains. Because she had warned Aunt Li not to go too deep into the mountains, Mrs. Zheng and the others did find a lot of wild goods.

After a long journey and a lot of effort, Zheng finally collected several baskets of mushrooms.

Mrs. Zheng thought happily, one pound is four copper coins, she must have at least forty or fifty pounds here, and she can get two hundred coins. Giving five copper coins to each of the four dead boys is only twenty coins. This

This trip made me a net profit of one hundred and eighty cents! Zheng was so excited that she didn't sleep well all night.

Early the next morning, she specially spent two copper coins to carry a car from Shangsha Village to pick up the goods. The two copper coins made her feel a little distressed, but thinking about the 180 yuan that was about to go into her pocket, she became generous again.

, waved his hand and gave the handlebar type two pennies.

Zheng originally thought that by waiting for her to deliver the goods before going there, she could avoid her and save her from knowing that he was trying to pry her business. He only waited for the day when he could squeeze her out and scare her chin off!

But unexpectedly, Yiren went to the county to sell moxa balls today. She arrived at the restaurant a little late and happened to meet her.

She just arrived at the door of the restaurant, raised her hand and opened the door. When the waiter at the door saw Zheng coming in, he said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, we don't have breakfast here!"
Chapter completed!