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Chapter 58
Ding ding, ding ding.

Ten copper plates collided with each other and made a crisp sound. Yang Liang counted them and put them into his sleeves.

He turned around and happened to see sisters Wang Huandi and Wang Yindi lying on the wall and sneaking around.

"Ouch, who did I think it was? It turned out to be you two peeking at me writing poetry."

"Brother Liang, your poems are so well written." Wang Yindi waved her hand.

"This is called poetry, but it's just nonsense." Wang Huandi pinched Wang Yindi's ears: "Let's go back to the house to eat."

"The rice is not cooked yet, sister, I want to talk to Brother Liang." Wang Yindi waved her little hand at Yang Liang: "Brother Liang, can you also write a poem for me? There must be flowers, trees, and beautiful women. There needs to be snow.”

"Okay, okay."

Yang Liang nodded: "When I have time, I will write a good song for you."

"Brother Liang, I'm waiting for you, but you can't trick me."

At this time, there was a sudden noise on the street, and several figures ran past the door.

"What happened?"

Yang Liang stood at the gate of the courtyard and looked out, seeing many people gathered at the entrance of the village.

"Erfu is back?"

"I heard you made a fortune in the city."

A man walked from outside the village. He was about 60 or [-] years old. His temples were gray, his waist was stooped, and he was carrying a small bundle. Although his face looked tired, there was expectation in his eyes.

"Brother, brother..."

Wang Fu ran out of the village in large strides, his eyes filled with tears before he even got close.

"Brother."

Wang Erfu also had red eyes and said, "Our money... is my mother okay?"

"Okay, okay, I've been waiting for you to come back." Wang Fu said with tears in his eyes: "Brother, you haven't been at home these years, and my brother is feeling miserable."

"It's not hard, it's not hard. With money, our family's life will be easier in the future." Wang Erfu said.

"Silver, what silver?"

"You said in your letter that silver was dug out of our latrine?" Wang Erfu opened his eyes wide.

"Brother, think about it carefully. If I really have money, I will use you to come back."

"what?"

Not long after, there were chaotic sounds in Wang Fu's house, including cries, voices, and complaints.

"Brother, brother, what do you mean? We are doing it for the money. It is all for our mother."

Everyone rushed to Wang Fu's house to watch the fun. It didn't take long for the incident to spread in the village. During dinner, almost every household was discussing the incident.

"I heard that Wang Erfu ran away from home that year. He actually didn't do well outside. He just found a job as a night watchman. He always wanted to come back, but he couldn't do it with shame. This time, Wang Fu just made him come back. Home, so I simply came back."

"It seems like it's not easy to get around outside."

"Yes, the world is big and there is no place as good as Niujia Village."

"Do you know who wrote Wang Fu's letter this time? It was written by A Liang."

"Hey, otherwise he's still a thief, Aliang."

"If I write a letter in the future, I will also go to A-Liang."

The life of the villagers is boring, and there is no entertainment on weekdays. Just this matter can be talked about for several days.

Yang Liang did not participate in everyone's discussion and was still reading and copying books at home.

When it was getting dark in the evening, there were new guests in front of Yang Liang's door.

"A Liang, can you write a letter for me?"

The visitor's name was Li Fubao. He was holding two kilograms of millet in his hand and said to Yang Liang: "I have a relative who is said to have made a fortune in the county. He still owes me five hundred dollars. Can you write a letter to help him?" Do I want to come back?"

Yang Liang bit his pen and thought for a while, then splashed some ink with his pen, and soon he had written a debt collection letter.

Li Fubao took it and left with great gratitude. [Mission completed, reward 2 destiny coins]

Not long after Li Fubao left, a new guest came to the door.

This man's name is Zhou Gou Sheng, a well-known bachelor in the village. He carried a pot of wine and said, "Can you write a letter for me to Widow Wang in the neighboring village?"

"Tsk."

Yang Liang praised and earned 2 more destiny coins.

Before Zhou Gou Sheng left, a new customer arrived at the door.

Tsk tsk, my life feels good.

In the next few days, more and more people wrote letters to Yang Liang, and Yang Liang earned some more millet, sorghum, white flour, vegetable oil and wine.

His service is good and his charges are low. He also helps the other party with suggestions when writing letters, giving full play to the spirit that the first party is God.

Soon, his reputation spread, and people in nearby villages would rather stay away from him and walk more than ten miles to find him.

In a few days, Yang Liang collected the demand for letters from nearby villages.

Until writing letters became a daily task.

He rubbed his sore wrist and opened the system panel.

I have accumulated 110 destiny coins.

Yang Liang opened the vocational store and selected Master of Regular Script.

[You have mastered regular script and consumed 101 destiny coins]

Yang Liang spread out his pen and paper and wrote a short poem. After finishing it, he read it carefully and saw that the handwriting was beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

Although it is far from being called everyone, it can be regarded as a first glimpse of the door. With this good word, my identity as a scholar will become more similar.

Nowadays, among scholars, it is important that words are like people, and people are like words. If the words are not written well, you will be embarrassed to say hello to others when you go out.

Yang Liangliang is currently calculating his own small accounts. The recent letter-writing monster has been refreshed by himself. In the short term, it should not be refreshed again.

In addition to writing letters, there are many writing-related tasks that can be done.

Therefore, if you don’t cultivate the land, you won’t be able to make a living relying on your craftsmanship.

But that's all.

Writing letters for others involves a fee for polishing the pen, but it is nothing more than some firewood, rice, oil and salt. Sometimes I catch a winter melon on the roadside and just want to excuse myself. As a fellow villager, I can't say anything.

The current situation is that I can't be hungry, but I can't eat enough either. It's like I haven't eaten meat for a long time.

When I was doing long-term work, I could often steal some steamed buns, elbows and the like.

Ugh……

Yang Liang sighed, when will he be able to live a life of drinking wine and writing sour poems.

At the very least, you can eat meat every day.

It's time for him to grow up. If he continues like this, he will definitely not be able to become a real man.

The days of studying are boring and boring. In addition to reading, copying books or writing letters for others, I also have to wash clothes, cook and clean the yard.

It's not that Yang Liang doesn't want to farm, but that he really can't spare the time.

He opened the system panel, and now he only had the imperial examination task. Writing letters, copying books, and reading had all been turned into daily tasks by himself and could be completed repeatedly. Therefore, the remaining two task bars were empty and had not been refreshed for the time being. New tasks.

Yang Liang had no intention of swiping destiny coins anymore. No wonder everyone said it had been a cold period for ten years, but now his life was too cold.

He was scrolling through the system panel boredly. Suddenly, a system prompt caught his attention, which made Yang Liang perk up.

Deputy Challenge: Steal a chicken and a dog within one day and you will receive the same reward at random.

woof woof.

In the summer night, two dogs barked suddenly.

(End of this chapter)