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Chapter 210 The little scholar was kidnapped by the slain pig woman 5
Early in the morning, after breakfast, Song Yu'an hurriedly took his storybook and went to the town to sell it. As soon as he left the house, he met Zhang Qing who was going to sell pork.

The two looked at each other, speechless, nodded and walked towards the town together.

There are no carriages in the village, so you have to walk to the town, which is half an hour away.

Zhang Qing is used to walking every day.Walking with pork on his shoulders is also a breeze.

Song Yu'an couldn't do it. His body was a little weak. After walking for a long time, blisters appeared on the soles of his feet. He grimaced in pain.

Every time he went to town, it was painful, so he refused to go out unless necessary.

When they arrived in town, the two parted ways.

Zhang Qing went to sell pork.

Song Yu'an came to the study and handed the storybook to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, I wrote a storybook. See if you can accept it."

Song Yuan has come here many times to buy pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and is familiar with the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper didn't refuse. He looked through it and nodded: "Although the writing is a bit poor, it is better because of the ups and downs of the plot and the novel subject matter. How about 5 taels of silver?"

Song Yuan thought for a while, although 5 taels of silver was not much, he was just a novice, so it was a reasonable price.

He nodded: "Yes, thank you shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper smiled and handed him the money; "If you have any more story books in the future, send them here. If they are good, I will accept them."

Song Yuan nodded: "Okay."

He bought some more paper and ink and went back. The ones at home were almost used up.

Song Yuan walked around the town and then went back.

When I was going back, I passed by Zhang Qing's pork stall and saw her cutting the pork neatly with her knife in hand. She felt inexplicably passionate. Song Yu'an paused and took a few more glances.

Zhang Qing seemed to have sensed it, and raised his eyes to look at the past, and the two looked at each other, both of them stared blankly.

Song Yu'an blushed in embarrassment and walked away quickly.

Zhang Qing didn't know why.

What's up with him?
Back in the village, Song Yu'an went to the village chief's house and talked about his plan to build a house.

The village chief nodded: "It is indeed time to build a house, but do you have any money?"

Song Yu'an: "I wrote a storybook and sold it for 5 taels of silver."

Village chief: "It costs 100 Wen to build a thatched house, 200 Wen to build an adobe house, and 700 Wen to build a tile-roofed house."

Song Yu'an: "Village chief, I want to buy three tile-roofed houses."

Since it is necessary to build the best, it is natural to build it once and for all, so that it will not need to be repaired frequently in the future.

Village chief: "Okay, I'll call someone to help you build a house."

Song Yu'an thanked him: "Thank you, village chief."

Village chief: "The wages should be paid according to the workers in the town. 15 yuan a day does not include food."

He was the only one in Song Yuan's family, and he couldn't cook, so the village chief would say this.

Song Yu'an nodded: "Okay, just do as the village chief said."

Everyone heard that Mr. Song was going to build a house, so they came without saying a word.

The name 'Mr. Song' is quite useful.

After the Song family heard about this incident, they came over to make trouble again.

Song Yu'an was not used to them and closed the door directly, not even bothering to see them.

The villagers had all been educated by Mr. Song, and everyone respected him. Naturally, they could not tolerate others insulting him, so they attacked in groups and bombarded the Song family, leaving them speechless and forced to do so. He ran away in despair.

Song Yuan was very grateful for everyone's help, so he gave them another homework.

Villagers: ...

You don't have to.

With everyone's help, three tile-roofed houses were quickly built.

Song Yu'an invited everyone to have a warm house meal and then moved into the new house.

In the following days, Song Yuan spent every day teaching and writing storybooks, and her life was busy and fulfilling.

As he wrote more and more scripts, his fame gradually accumulated, and the money in his hands gradually increased. With money in his hands, he did not panic, and Song Yu'an also had a glimmer of expectation for the future.

(End of this chapter)