After wearing the book, I became the first wife of a treacherous official who died early

Chapter 22
Since Song Yuanming returned to his bedroom, he has been sitting by the window. He spread out a copy of "Hundreds of Chinese Language", and carefully copied the text from the book into another blank book.

In addition to finding a job in the academy, he would also go to the town's bookstore to borrow books and copy them when he was free.

Generally, one copy like this is [-] to [-] words. If the number of words copied is more, the price given by the bookstore will be higher than that, but correspondingly, the time will be longer.

Some scholars born in the countryside like this, whose families are poor, have neither money nor influence will go to the bookstore to borrow books and copy them back to reduce the burden on the family.

The speed of copying books in Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties was often faster than that of ordinary scholars, but their handwriting was not scribbled.

And he would copy books whenever he had free time, just like this, a book would take five or six days.

Song Yuanming himself doesn't like book after book. He usually accumulates more than three or four books before taking them to the bookstore to exchange for money.

He has almost finished copying this "Hundreds of Mandarin Chinese", and there are still a few pages left at the end. He plans to finish writing the end quickly at noon.

He was writing, and a "nine" appeared on the writing.

Song Yuanming's hand holding the brush paused, not noticing that the ink on the tip of the pen dripped onto the paper.

The quality of the paper was not very good, and the ink instantly smeared on it, and it happened to cover half of the character "Nine".

Song Yuanming couldn't help but frowned, as usual, when this kind of ink was accidentally stained on the page, he would usually carefully modify it.

But this time, for some unknown reason, he pinched the center of his eyebrows, and without thinking, tore off a piece of paper and crumpled it into a ball.

To say that Jiang Jiu's temperament has suddenly changed these days, and his behavior is like a different person. Although he pretends not to care, he sees Jiang Jiu's every word and deed.

Especially that time, when Li Mazi suddenly came to the house to make trouble, and he happened to be not at home. Afterwards, he heard from Sanmei that Li Mazi had brought two thugs with him.

If it wasn't for her, maybe the family would have been murdered... He still has lingering fears when he thinks about it.

Song Yuanming is not a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong and turns black and white.

In all fairness, he has been grateful to Jiang Jiu since that time, and after getting along with him for a few days, he also began to feel that Jiang Jiu had changed.

But now it seems to be different again...

Song Yuanming was holding the ball of waste paper, subconsciously lost in thought.

At this moment, there was the sound of opening the door in the yard, followed by Xiaobao's shout of joy: "Second sister-in-law, you are finally back! Xiaobao misses you so much."

Previously, for the convenience of copying and lighting, the windows were half-covered and half-opened. When Song Yuanming looked up, he could just see Xiaobao rushing towards him happily, clinging to Jiang Jiu.

The two of them did not know what whispered, and the faces of the two people, one big and one small, were full of laughter.

Song Yuanming just glanced at it, quickly looked away, opened a blank page again, continued to copy, and didn't think about anything else.

Jiang Jiu walked a large circle by himself, and his feet were numb.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xiaobao running towards him, hugged his thigh, and said something like thinking about himself, his mouth was so sweet.

"Second sister-in-law, let me tell you a little secret." The little guy didn't know what to think of, looked around, and whispered: "It's about my second brother."

Xiaobao looked around again, and beckoned to Jiang Jiu as if he was afraid of being discovered by others: "Second sister-in-law, squat down quickly."

Jiang Jiu was amused by his small appearance, and she was also very curious about the secret of Song Yuanming that Xiao Bao wanted to tell her.

"Let's hear it." Jiang Jiuyi squatted down so that Xiaobao could get closer to him.

Xiao Bao folded his two small hands together into a trumpet shape and whispered a few words next to Jiang Jiu's ear.

"My second brother's favorite thing to do is to frown. He likes to frown when he is unhappy, and he also frowns when checking the big characters written by the fourth brother.

Wang Goudan said that my second brother's frown could kill several flies, much more powerful than his mother's fly swatter! "

It's a bit exaggerated to say that several flies were crushed to death, but children, after all, are children's words.

Jiang Jiu smiled knowingly, in fact, she herself noticed the same.

Originally, he had a straight face all day long, and he liked to frown at every turn, as if someone borrowed his rice and returned the chaff.

"Wang Goudan and I knew about this matter before. Second sister-in-law, you are the first person I told, so please don't tell anyone."

Like a little adult, Xiaobao greeted Jiang Jiu: "Especially don't let my second brother know, or my little butt will suffer again."

Jiang Jiu suppressed her laughter, and agreed with all her mouth: "Don't say it, don't say it, since Xiaobao trusts your second sister-in-law so much, I will never say anything about your second sister-in-law."

Jiang Jiu reached out to touch Xiaobao's small head again, and looked at Xiaobao lovingly.

You little ghost, you are really your second brother's good brother, you have a little padded jacket that leaks air, you dare to say anything.

There was a mistake, Jiang Jiu slapped his head suddenly, remembering that he still had important things to do, so he let Xiaobao play by himself.

When Jiang Jiu returned to the room, Song Yuanming was still copying. She walked over directly, spread her hands and said, "I'll lend you a few pieces of paper and a charcoal pencil, and I'll return it to you when I'm done."

After being silent for a while, Song Yuanming opened his drawer to search, and handed out a charcoal pencil and paper.

Jiang Jiu originally thought that Song Yuanming would ask her what she was doing with it, but seeing that he didn't speak, she took the pen, thanked her, turned her head and left.

He didn't notice anything unusual about Song Yuanming, after all, his attitude towards him before was lukewarm.

Song Xinru had told her before that all agricultural tools at home were collected together with grain and the like, that is, they were put in the cellar.

Jiang Jiu went down to the cellar, just in time she wanted to use the scorpion and put it on top of Liangcang, and she could reach it with just raising her hand.

The scales are modern and old-fashioned scales, but the scales used for agriculture are heavier than the ones seen in medicine halls before, and the scales are also thicker.

Jiang Jiu didn't intend to make all of the chestnuts in the linen bag at once.

The main reason is that I was still a little worried about the first sale, so I sold some and tried it out. If the effect is good, I can make more next time, so as to avoid waste.

Jiang Jiu opened the bag and took out all the chestnuts inside. She weighed them with a stick and divided them out according to their weight.

Jiang Jiu took a deep breath and moistened the charcoal pencil, and wrote down the weighed weight on the paper to record it.

I found a few more pieces of unwanted cloth, tied the divided chestnuts separately, tied them up, and pressed the written paper on top, so that I could see the weight of each bag at a glance.

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