Unlimited job transfers starting from permanent worker

Chapter 57 Ten articles and one poem

"what?"

Wang Fu frowned, not understanding Yang Liang's words.

Yang Liang bit his pen and explained to him: "Just say that you dug out earthen jars in the backyard, which contained small silver ingots worth ten taels each. With this money, your family built a house and married your son." Wife, so let your brother go home to attend the wedding."

Wang Fu frowned and thought for a while, then said: "A-Liang, you are still a thief."

"Are you still writing?"

Yang Liang made a serious face: "How about as you said, I can't support my mother at home and need you to come back and share the burden?"

Wang Fu smiled and said, "I'll just follow what you said."

Yang Liang spread out the pen and paper, melted the ink in the broken bowl, and moved his wrist. In a short time, he had written a letter.

Wang Fu took it over with great gratitude, and asked someone to take it to the provincial capital later.

"Please tell the messenger not to let anything slip." Yang Liang urged.

"I know, I know." Wang Fu waved his hand and couldn't help but praise: "A Liang, you are such a thief."

Yang Liang: "..."

After Wang Fu left, Yang Liang picked up the two kilograms of millet and put it into the rice vat.Then he cooked some porridge and read loudly while lighting the fire.

The branches are crackling and burning under the stove, the yellow flames are constantly jumping, and the hot porridge is churning in the pot, gradually exuding bursts of aroma.

By the time the porridge was cooked, Yang Liang had already read a book called "Xiao Qiao Ji".

[Mission completed, reward 1 destiny coins]

Yang Liang opened the system panel while drinking porridge, and now he had saved 16 more destiny coins.

After switching jobs and becoming a scholar, I saved money much faster, and more importantly, I no longer had to work.

When I think back to those days, I feel disgusted.

Yang Liang opened the vocational store again and selected the products he liked until his eyes fell on Master of Regular Script.

Although Yang Liang has learned to write, his handwriting is crooked and far from beautiful.Although you can grow by practicing calligraphy on your own, the speed is always too slow. It is better to rely on the system to encourage growth.

Mastery of regular script requires 101 destiny coins. Yang Liang added it to his favorites and started saving destiny coins.

In the days that followed, the weather became hotter and hotter. When Yang Liang was at home alone, he often wore only a pair of trousers with the trouser legs rolled up to his knees.

He read aloud every day, copied the book word by word, and occasionally wrote letters for others.

Yang Liang still likes the job of writing letters. At least, it's not that boring.

But here, everyone lives with their backs to the sky and their faces facing the loess, and generally there is no need for this.Only occasionally would someone ask him to write a letter.

On this day, Yang Liang was studying at home, when suddenly a head appeared at the door.

"Could he be a thief?"

Yang Liang saw this scene through the window.

"Is Mr. Yang at home?"

Young people came in from outside.

Hearing his name, Yang Liang knew that he was not from this village.Yang Liang coughed lightly, put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

This young man was wearing linen clothes, his body was wet with sweat, his skin was a little dark, but his eyes were very bright.

"What's the matter with you?"

"I'm from Xiaohou Village next door, my name is Hou Er." The young man said, "I heard that Mr. Yang writes letters for others, and it's relatively cheap."

Yang Liang nodded: "Good quality and low price. Who do you want to write to? Do you have your own pen and ink?"

"I don't write letters." Hou Er said, "Can Mr. Yang write poetry?"

Yang Liang clicked his tongue: "Then I'm very good at it."

Hou Er took out a piece of white paper from his body. It was as white as snow and had a shiny surface. It was completely different from the turf paper Yang Liang used.

He took out another piece of ink, and there was a faint fragrance of orchid in the air.Yang Liang sniffed and praised: "This kind of ink is interesting. It seems that the poem you are going to write is extraordinary."

Hou Er's face turned red, and then he told the truth. It turned out that he had a sweetheart in the next village. Because this girl was usually good at writing, he wanted to write a poem to her, but he couldn't read. This is how I came to Yang Liang.

"It turns out to be a love poem."

Yang Liang clicked his tongue.

Hou Er's face turned redder and he said, "Sir, please don't tell me."

"Okay, okay, I have the most professional principles." Yang Liang bit the pen and said, "Do you want to write a more explicit song, or a more restrained one?"

Hou Er thought for a moment and said, "Of course it's best to be both explicit and restrained."

"Tsk, that's quite a lot to ask for."

Hou Er took out ten copper plates and spread them out on the table. Then he patted his chest and said, "If you have anything to do in the future, just ask me, Hou Er."

When Yang Liang writes letters for others, he usually collects steamed buns, sorghum, shochu and vegetable oil.

This was the first time someone came to give money. Although it was not much, Yang Liang was quite pleased.

I can be considered as embarking on the track of paying for knowledge.

Hou Er melted the ink he brought over, and a scent of orchids filled the air.

Yang Liang was amazed that there were many grades of ink, and the ones he usually used were the cheapest ones.

After all, we are still poor.

Hou Er looked at Yang Liang expectantly, and Yang Liang was also thinking about whether to write a song by himself or extract one from the memory of his previous life.

Recently, I have been reading some Hua Cong poetry collections every day. Yang Liang has either love or love in his head. He has read three hundred Tang poems by heart and can recite poems even if he can't compose them. It is not too difficult for Yang Liang to write one by himself now.

However, he felt that the poems he wrote were not worth ten cents.

Come on, seeing how sincere Hou Er is, I might as well make amends.

Next door, Wang Huandi walked out of the house and saw Wang Yindi stepping on the upside-down water tank and quietly looking into Yang Liangyuan.

"What are you looking at?"

"Shut up!"

Wang Yindi said: "Brother Liang writes poems for people."

"Bah, he can also write poetry." Wang Huandi couldn't help but spit, and asked curiously: "What did he write?"

"Sister, come here and take a look?"

Wang Huandi walked over, stepped on the edge of the water tank, and looked over quietly. She saw Yang Liangyun's pen flying like flying, and a few ink characters appeared on the white paper.

It's just that it's too far away for Wang Huandi to see clearly, and she doesn't know many words.

What on earth is this guy writing?

Wang Huandi was so curious that she scratched her heart.

"it is good!"

Hou Er next door gave a compliment, which startled the three of them.

"What's good?" Yang Liang asked, "Do you understand?"

"I don't understand. I just think it's well written." Hou Er said with an apologetic smile, "By the way, what does it mean? When Rufen asks me, I won't be able to answer it."

In a hurry, he said his lover's name.

Yang Liang held the paper, admired his handwriting, and said: "The general meaning of this poem is that there is a good-looking girl in the north. She is so proud and beautiful that I have never seen before. Even if she trades a city with me, I wouldn't trade it with her." , even if you trade a country with me, I wouldn’t trade it.”

"Ho ho ho."

Hou Er was already smiling from ear to ear: "Sir, you wrote so well. Rufen will definitely be happy when she finds out."

(End of this chapter)