Lady forced to seek prince

Chapter 40
The three children packed their things, each carrying a diabolo basket, waiting for Zhao Xueyi.

Zhao Xueyi went to Nie Shuang to inquire about the news and walked back.

Zhao Luoyang immediately asked, "Fourth uncle, how is it?"

Zhao Xueyi said: "Master Nie of the Wuwei Army said that he will take us to the Ningzhou government office in a while. There is a government official in Ningzhou next to Master Nie, and I also asked the government official. There is no epidemic at the foot of the mountain, so let's go to the village at the foot of the mountain. It shouldn't be a problem to collect things."

The epidemic was only discovered in Qingyang, and it has not spread to Ningzhou.

Zhao Yuanji couldn't help but said, "Then let's go?"

Zhao Xueyi looked at Zhao Luoyang, who nodded.

"Let's go," Zhao Xueyi said, "Anyway, we have to go to the government office in a while and wait for Lord Nie and the others at the foot of the mountain."

Zhao Xueyi learned that his mother wanted to buy a donkey cart. After calculating it, there is no money left in the family. If he can earn some money, he can make plans for the future. home.

After making up their minds, a few people walked forward.

After walking for a while, Zhao Luoyang took off a bag tied around his waist and handed it to Zhao Xueyi: "Fourth Uncle, these silver coins are given to me by milk, and I will collect them later."

Anyway, these silver coins are not considered her wealth, and it is useless for her to hold them.

Zhao Xueyi looked at the bulging burden, and his ears hurt, as if the old lady was holding him next to him. This time, he took the three children down the mountain first, and he did not dare to tell the old lady.

Now he wants to send money from the family privately...

"Fourth Uncle," Zhao Luoyang urged, "what we lack most at the moment is money. It's right that we use money now, but we can make more money. With more money, how can milk be angry?"

This is the truth.

But...what if you can't earn it?

Forget it, three children, six eyes staring at him, can he still flinch?
Zhao Xueyi resolutely tied the burden to himself.

A few people walked quickly, and after a while, they saw the village at the foot of the mountain.

Seven or eight people gathered at the head of the village, and when they heard the movement, they were looking at them one after another.

When an unfamiliar face appeared, the villagers immediately became alert and shoved the child behind them.

Zhao Xueyi was about to come forward to speak, but was stopped by Zhao Luoyang: "We are strangers after all, and the fourth uncle is tall, so it is inevitable that people will be on guard. It is better for me to go there first."

Zhao Xueyi listened to make sense, and asked Zhao Luoyang naively: "Be careful, if you find something wrong, call me."

Zhao Luoyang responded, adjusted the basket, and walked quickly towards the villagers.

When the villagers saw that it was a female doll, they were slightly relieved.

Zhao Luoyang's eyes were not idle, and his eyes swept across the faces of the villagers. Among these villagers was an old lady who was about the same age as her.

"Shijiu," Zhao Luoyang said in his mind, "the old lady should have some prestige in the village."

Shi Jiu knew who Zhao Luoyang was referring to: "For a while, the villagers here looked at her intentionally or not."

It seemed she was right.Zhao Luoyang got Shi Jiu's affirmation, and immediately went straight to the old lady surrounded by the crowd.

"Grandma," Zhao Luoyang had a shy smile on his face, and his voice was clear and pleasant, "We are going to Taozhou, passing by here, and want to ask you for some water."

Although Shi Jiu couldn't see Zhao Luoyang's expression, just listening to her voice made it hard to feel defensive.

However, no one knew that this little girl had personally killed a mountain bandit, and when she came over, she wrapped the scalpel and tied it to her arm.

Shi Jiu suddenly wanted to see how Zhao Luoyang looked, did he look particularly weak and kind.

Sure enough, when Zhao Luoyang raised his head like this, the villagers seemed to have opened a chatterbox.

The old lady who was called "Ama" by Zhao Luoyang spoke first: "Are you the ones who moved to Taozhou?"

Zhao Luoyang nodded: "Yes."

A slightly stout little daughter-in-law followed: "I heard that there were bandits coming last night?"

Mentioning the mountain bandits, Zhao Luoyang's eyes flashed with fear: "Yes, we escaped all the way to the mountains. Fortunately, the people from the yamen came quickly, otherwise we would be afraid of falling into the hands of the mountain bandits."

The little daughter-in-law said: "I just said that there was movement on the mountain last night, but we were terrified. There are no men in the village right now. If the mountain bandits break in..."

When the little daughter-in-law said this, the old lady beside her cleared her throat.

The little daughter-in-law just remembered that she couldn't tell the truth too much with outsiders, so she changed the topic embarrassingly: "You guys are all right, it's good luck, those mountain bandits kill people without blinking an eye, and some people in our village died at the hands of mountain bandits. ."

Zhao Luoyang had already noticed that there were fewer men in the village. In such a situation, he was either forced to join the army, or he was taken to the yamen to be a servant.

Zhao Luoyang said: "In our group, some people were killed by mountain bandits, and there were not a few injured. Many people lost their baggage when they fled."

Everyone listened to Zhao Luoyang's words, and then looked at Zhao Luoyang and others' embarrassed appearance, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

Traveling on the road is no better than staying at home.

The old lady looked at Zhao Xueli, Zhao Yuanrang, and Zhao Yuanji not far away: "Who are you?"

Zhao Luoyang said: "My fourth uncle, and two younger brothers."

The old lady said, "Are you all here to ask for water?"

Zhao Luoyang shook his head: "We also want to see what can be collected in the village, and we will go to the yamen in the city to write documents. If we can bring some things to sell to the market, we can also make some money, everyone along the way. The loss is not small, and if you can make some money, you can also buy some food to use on the road.”

Zhao Luoyang changed his voice and continued, "It's fine if you don't have anything to sell. Is there anyone in the village who wants to write a letter? I can ghostwrite a letter. It only takes [-] yuan. If you don't have money, give eggs or rice. Food is fine, as long as we don’t need to wear clothes and coarse grains, as long as we can use them, they can be exchanged for me as money.”

Hearing that Zhao Luoyang said that he could ghostwrite, the little daughter-in-law's eyes lit up: "Really? Are you literate?" To find someone to write a letter at the market, it takes [-] or [-] characters, and you have to walk all the way into the city. If she can write, she is naturally tempted.

Zhao Luoyang said: "My grandfather passed the exam as a scholar. When I was young, my grandfather and father taught me to read and write. Originally, our family had a good life in the village, but unfortunately my grandfather died not long ago, and the family had to move again. became what it is today.”

Zhao Luoyang said as he untied his bag and took out the contents, including a small piece of ink, an old brush, and some paper.

These are her treasures, which she puts in her luggage properly when she leaves home.

Seeing Zhao Luoyang take out these things, the villagers who were half-believing just now feel that this is true. Why do people who can't write carry a pen and ink on their back?

The old lady who spoke to Zhao Luoyang first said, "You really know how to write letters. Write two letters for me first. If you write well, I will pay you money."

"Is it okay to exchange things?" A woman next to me said again, "Can I exchange the straw sandals I made?"

Zhao Luoyang happily said: "Okay." Anyway, the system can be counted as money, and she asked her mother to ask. After a night, their group lacked a lot of things, including straw sandals and food.

The price of writing letters is not cheap, and many people are reluctant, but at least they will feel more comfortable in exchange for old clothes or something.

The most important thing is that now these things pass through her hands first, so as not to delay her increase in wealth.

Once the wealth value has risen, it can be exchanged for things to sell. If it goes well, a lot of money can be made through the system today.

Zhao Luoyang looked at the fourth uncle and younger brothers not far away.

"Can my uncle and younger brothers also come over?" Zhao Luoyang said, "My uncle is still a good carpenter, and he can do whatever needs to be repaired in the village."

"Whoever has something heavy, if you want to sell it to the city, it is better to sell it to us, that is, it is cheaper and let us make some money."

Everyone went to see Mrs. Qian. Mrs. Qian's son was Lizheng here. On weekdays, anyone who wanted to discuss ideas would discuss with Mrs. Qian.

Mrs. Qian nodded, then turned to look at the people around her: "Move something, let the girl write letters to everyone here."

Everyone always looks at someone who can read and write, even a little girl.

Zhao Xueyi watched his niece and quickly spoke to the villagers.

His niece is amazing.

Moments later, he saw his niece beckoning to him, apparently to let them pass.

Will this work?

So fast!

Zhao Luoyang has already started to polish the ink, and she did not forget to talk to Shi Jiu in her mind: "Shi Jiu, let's inquire later, from here to the southwest, is there any place that is difficult to go to, and then ask the city Where to sell livestock, where to sell food, and whether there is a big restaurant."

Writing letters for people can get a lot of information, so it also saves them from going to the city to ask around, isn't it a lot of work?

"In case I have words that I can't write," Zhao Luoyang didn't blush at all, "Shijiu, tell me." She had discovered it long ago, and Shijiu knew more than she did.

She brought a ready-made gentleman, why was she afraid of writing letters?
Shi Jiu didn't know what to say, but Zhao Luoyang became more and more comfortable with his use.

Zhao Luoyang picked up a pen and started writing a letter, and someone on Zhao Xueyi's side called him to help with repairing things.

Looking at a group of people surrounding his niece, Zhao Xueyi was speechless. The person who learned his father's knowledge at home may not be the eldest brother, but the little niece.

After waiting for the second brother and the others to come over, they will definitely be startled when they see this scene.

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(End of this chapter)