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Chapter 56
Yang Liang held the pen crookedly and finally completed the first character.

It's not easy.

Yang Liang felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart. Although the word was crooked, like a poor mason building a rickety house with stones, it was still a house after all.

This was the first step towards becoming famous in the literary world. Although it was small, it was of great significance.

Memorable.

Yang Liang picked up the handy little kettle, took a sip of wine, and started copying under the stimulation of alcohol.

There is only one destiny coin for reading a book once, but there are 1 destiny coins for copying it once.

Besides, if you want to take the route of being a scholar this time, you will definitely not be able to do it if you cannot write well.

Yang Liang leaned under the vegetable oil lamp, which was like a bean. He spread out the paper and pen and copied carefully.

Snapped!
The oil lamp on the table flickered and then went out.

Out of gas.

Hey……

Reading is also quite expensive.

Yang Liang sighed, threw the book into the corner, fell on the kang and fell asleep.

Before falling asleep, Yang Liang performed the rice-planting technique a few more times to gain some of his Yangshou.

At dawn the next day, farmers began to cultivate in the fields. Yang Liang opened the courtyard door and read aloud in the courtyard.

Seeing their hard work, Yang Liang no longer felt bored when studying.

Yang Liang read aloud, and the villagers passing by the door looked at him strangely, showing great contempt for the obscene lyrics and music in his mouth.

At the same time, some older girls and younger daughters-in-law looked at Yang Liang curiously, pondering the charm of the words, and glanced here with red faces.

Li Alian hurried past Yang Liang's door wrapped in a headscarf.

"Aunt Zhao, Aunt Zhao..."

Yang Liang waved his hand vigorously and closed the book in his hand.

After being called out, Li Alian came over with small steps and looked around, as if she was afraid of other people's rumors.

Looking at Li Alian's previous style, she didn't look like this kind of person.After experiencing this turmoil, her temperament also changed drastically.

"Aunt Lian, have you written your letter? If not, I can write it for you." Yang Liang said.

"I'm about to go to Guojiacun, where there is Mr. Wang." Li Alian asked strangely: "Don't you know how to write?"

"I've learned."

"Uh..." Li Alian was speechless for a while.

Yang Liangliang thought that his learning speed was indeed too fast. He said: "I was afraid that I could not write well yesterday, so I practiced all night. Today I am ready."

Li Alian looked at Yang Liangshen's satisfied look, and it didn't look like he had stayed up late.

However, she had to walk seven or eight miles to go to Guojiacun, and the road was not easy to find. Moreover, she heard that Mr. Wang was not very honest and liked to take advantage of women.

She lifted the basket on her arm and said, "I have two kilograms of eggs here. If you can write a letter for me, I will give them to you."

Yang Liang swallowed subconsciously and waved his hand: "If you are a neighbor in the street, it will be seen outside."

"Auntie, shall we talk in the house?"

Li Alian had just taken two steps when she suddenly thought of something and said, "Let's stay in the courtyard. I'm afraid others will gossip."

Yang Liang was stunned for a moment, Li Alian's change speed must have been too fast.

He took out his pen and ink from the room and saw Wang Erhu sticking his head out from the wall next door.

"Second uncle, please slow down, the injury is not healed well, but don't fall again."

Wang Erhu blushed with shame, and his head slowly sank.

Yang Liang moved out the table, spread out his pen and paper, and wrote three big characters: Zhan Xinjia.

Li Alian felt a little relieved when she saw that Yang Liang could really write. Although the writing was not very good, she could still see it clearly and it was not blurry. "Auntie, what do you want to write?"

Li Alian nodded. As she spoke, Yang Liang wrote. As she spoke, sad things came up and she shed tears.

"If you are willing to pick me up, just send me a letter. If it's not convenient, then that's fine."

She took out her handkerchief and wiped her tears.

Yang Liang stopped writing, just waited for the ink to dry, folded it together, and handed it to Li Alian.

Li Alian put the letter away and asked someone to take it to the county seat later.She must keep the basket of eggs.

Yang Liang knew that Li Alian had worked hard to save these eggs. Her life was not easy now, although she was not easy either.

In the end, Yang Liang couldn't resist her, so he had to say: "Auntie, if you are willing, you can plant my land. Anyway, if the land is barren, it will be barren."

"Are you really willing?" Li Alian has nowhere to stay now, even a farmland.

Yang Liang nodded in agreement.

"Well, after harvesting the grain, I will pay you the land rent."

After that, she put down the basket of eggs and left.

[Mission completed, reward 2 destiny coins]

Yang Liang was overjoyed. It was much easier to write a letter than to copy a book. Moreover, he still had eggs to eat.

He boiled the eggs, and after a while, he posted a piece of paper in front of the door, with a few large characters just written on it:

Letters, documents, lawsuits, and copies of books are of high quality and low price, and can be used by both young and old alike.

Yang Liang no longer plans to cultivate the land, but scholars also have ways of making a living as scholars.

Yang Liang stood in front of the door with his hands clasped behind his hands, feeling a little complacent in his heart. He had finally moved from relying on strength to relying on his brain.

"A Liang, what are you writing?"

A villager passed by the door and asked curiously.

"Don't you understand?"

After Yang Liang asked, he realized that he had asked a nonsense question. If they could understand it, they wouldn't have to write the letter themselves.

He had to explain patiently, and finally waved his hand and said: "In the future, if you have any letters or contract documents to write, you can come to me. We were born and raised here, and I will not take advantage of you."

"Is it expensive?"

"It's expensive. I can still make money from you." Yang Liang said: "If you don't have money, pen, ink, paper, inkstones, steamed buns and pickles, even if you don't have money to ask me to help, how can I not be busy?"

Everyone whispered, but no one came forward. Yang Liang didn't pay attention and continued to go back to the room to copy books and endorse them and accumulate destiny coins.

Although I can already write, my handwriting is so bad that I still need to practice frequently.

Not long after, there was a knock at the door, and an old man with a white beard shouted inside: "A-Liang, A-Liang..."

Yang Liang walked out and recognized the man's name as Wang Fu, a local.

"A Liang, can you write a letter for me?" Wang Fu was still carrying two kilograms of wheat in his hand.

Yang Liang was very enthusiastic about his second client. He invited him into the room and poured a pot of tea.

"What letter are you writing and to whom?"

Wang Fu sighed before saying anything and said: "I am a poor man. I am quite old and have an old mother at home. I originally prepared some food, but the bandits robbed a lot of it.

I also have a younger brother who moved to the provincial capital back then. I heard he was doing well there.So I want you to write a letter and ask someone to take it to you. It’s been so many years, and it’s time for me to take care of it. "

Yang Liang bit his pen and thought for a while, then said: "If you write like this, he will definitely not reply. The result will be that this person will not be found."

"Then how should I write it?"

Yang Liang said: "Just say that the village has distributed money."

(End of this chapter)