Chapter 32 A penny is hard to kill the master and servant (2)
Chapter 32 It’s hard to kill both the master and the servant with a penny (Part 2)
At about the same time as yesterday, there was another spring rain of similar size in Chang'an City. The raindrops hit the thick surface of the big black umbrella and made a muffled sound, like water droplets falling into dust. Not a drop of rainwater could penetrate.
Crossing the umbrella surface, the big black umbrella seemed to be large enough to shelter an entire polo team from the wind and rain. But for some reason, Ning Que and Sangsang, who were standing under the black umbrella, still felt like they had been completely drenched.
, the body is so cold that it is about to turn into an ice sculpture.
"Find a place to take shelter from the rain." He said in a hoarse voice. Then he remembered the strange thing on the street yesterday and added: "Don't go to Zhuque Street."
So the master and the servant walked aimlessly for a distance along the green trees on the street, and then stood under the quiet eaves of a side street in Chang'an North City, putting away their black umbrellas. After that, the two of them were silent for a long time.
Looking at the densely woven raindrops in front of me and the little splashes of water not far away from my boots, I was completely speechless.
"I am the Great Tang Empire..." At this time, Ning Que's tone when he said the words "The Great Tang Empire" was not as confident and proud as usual, but with a bit of resentment, "...I actually make money from education. It's really
It's shameful. Even if you don't include room and board, can't the charge be cheaper? And you have to know that I saved your princess, so I just asked someone to spread the word? Not to mention giving us a reward of 1,800 taels.
It’s just money, it’s not grand at all!”
Compared with empty talk about national affairs and the popularity of nobles, Sangsang was obviously more concerned about those specific things. She frowned and looked at the water splash on the bluestone board with her small face lowered, and counted with her fingers: "
It's definitely not possible to live in an inn for more than a month. We don't have that much money. If you insist on taking the academy entrance exam, young master, then there's no point even if we go to a ruined temple, because we only have less than two hundred taels of silver in total, and we have to go out every day.
Spend, so our problem now is not how to save money, but how to make money."
"How to earn it?" The young man used his umbrella as a staff and sighed with emotion: "This is a question."
The spring rain was pouring, and the master and servant were hiding from the rain on the street while thinking sadly about their livelihood.
Of course, hunting is not possible. Let alone whether you can earn the terrible thirty taels of silver per month by selling prey. The key problem is that there is no hunting place near Chang'an City. Ning Que realized this when he was in Weicheng. The mountains and forests around Chang'an are all
It belongs to the Emperor, and the prey in the mountains naturally belongs to the Emperor. If he plunders all the prey in the mountains and forests within two months, he might be charged with the terrible crime of stealing the royal gardens.
Sangsang raised her little face and said timidly: "Nv Hong is not good. That night I looked carefully at the street stalls. The craftsmanship in Chang'an City is much better than mine. There are many styles that I have never seen before, and those acupuncture techniques are even better.
I can’t even understand it.”
Ning Que looked at the rain in front of him and said with emotion: "It's a pity that there are no horse thieves or mountain bandits around Chang'an City. Otherwise, how can I make enough money by killing a few nests? Speaking of which, I was too young when I first arrived in Weicheng.
He was so stupid. All the money he stole from the horse thief was paid to the public without hesitation. Later, when he realized the main purpose of killing the horse thief to collect firewood, the horse thief over at Sobi Lake became a fucking horse thief again.
Poor guy."
Sangsang scolded in a low voice: "I told you at the time that you killed too hard. As a result, the horse thieves on the other side of Subi Lake sent people to watch Weicheng all day long. As soon as they found you leading the team into the grassland, they would immediately collect the gold and silver.
If Xinruan ran away, how could he get any money with this method? As a result, he had no money for the entire last year."
“I was young at the time and didn’t have much experience.”
Ning Que said awkwardly, and suddenly he raised his brows and said, "How about joining a gang? I can't directly borrow money from Xiao Heizi, but I can get into the gang through his connections, and then try to get to the top within ten days to collect illegal money.
how?"
"You said that the academy also assesses students' moral character. If the academy knew that you were in a gang and oppressed good people, they might remove you directly. Then you wouldn't need to earn this black money." Sangsang reminded.
Ning Que hated that his little maid always seemed stupid and lazy when she needed to show off her memory, and when she didn't need to show off her memory, she always acted like a clever child with good memory. He said angrily: "Then what do you mean?
What should I do? If I want to make money without letting the academy know about it, I have no choice but to become a killer!"
"The question is, where is the killer organization? I can't just walk up to someone in black clothes on Chang'an Street and ask with a shy face: Excuse me, I want to know where the most powerful killer organization in the Tang Dynasty is, please excuse me.
Give me some directions?"
Sangsang was not afraid of his old shame and became angry, and said seriously: "Master, I know you feel embarrassed, but we have to find a way to make money, otherwise we should just go back to Weicheng."
"I said that if I don't behave like a human being, I won't go back until I die." Ning Que said bitterly.
In Minshan, Weicheng, and the grasslands, no matter what hardships and poverty they encountered, he and Sangsang could survive it. But now in the prosperous Chang'an City, survival has become a serious problem for them.
A penny can stump a hero and give the master and servant a headache.
Ning Que's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Yes! We sell preserved eggs! No, they should be said to be preserved eggs!"
Sangsang frowned and repeated: "Preserved egg?"
He smiled slightly and said: "There is no doubt that the preserved eggs I make are the most delicious in the Tang Dynasty."
Sangsang looked at him and said seriously: "But everyone in Weicheng doesn't like to eat it, and I don't like to eat it either. It's too bitter."
Ning Que suppressed his smile, looked at the embarrassed pedestrians in the rain, and said calmly: "Actually, I was telling a joke."
Sangsang raised her head and looked at his chin. After hesitating for a long time, she mustered up her courage and said, "Master, there is actually a very simple way to make money. I just don't know if you are willing to do it."
Ning Que turned his head and instantly felt that the little black face of the little maid had become more pleasing to the eye and more beautiful than ever before. He said gently: "Now, as long as you can make money, there is nothing you don't want to do."
Sangsang replied: "Master, your calligraphy is so good, let's sell it."
Ning Que's expression froze, he looked at her and said seriously: "Sang Sang, you have become ugly."
"Huh?" Sangsang was confused.
Ning Que angrily lectured: "What is selling calligraphy? That's called calligraphy! Do you understand calligraphy? How can you sell something that is a scholar! I would rather sell myself than sell this thing!"
Sangsang shouted angrily: "Master, you are not a scholar, you are just a woodcutter. Don't you always say that you are better at writing than killing? Since you are willing to make money by killing people, why can't you make money by writing?
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Ning Que weakly retorted without any confidence: "It's not called writing, it's called calligraphy."
He lowered his head and looked at his boots that were soaked by the rain, and looked at the words he had just written on his feet with a black umbrella dripping with rainwater, knowing that his life had once again been defeated by the little maid.
The cool handwriting written in the rainwater is as follows: If you don't suffer from poverty, your family will have fierce maids.