after marrying stepbrother

Chapter 59
Chapter 59
Jiang Baozhu looked around. The Jiang family had too many good things. She was not interested in ordinary food. She focused her eyes on the small stall in the corner, and said to Lin Yuesha, "Yuesha, look there."

Beside the stall, a thin scholar was writing Spring Festival couplets with his head bowed and his wrists hanging.

Lin Yuesha took a closer look, and found that this man's handwriting was elegant, without the free and easy feeling of his stepbrother Xiao Qi, but it was still very good.

As soon as she arrived at the market, someone robbed her of the business she was going to do. Lin Yuesha was very concerned and planned to check the market first.

"How much is a pair of Spring Festival couplets?"

Lin Yuesha asked the price.

"Five cents."

The scholar looked up and saw that it was a little girl, he was a little surprised, so he answered truthfully.

Lin Yuesha was depressed. She originally wanted to let her cheap stepbrother write Spring Festival couplets to make money, but who would have thought that the business snatchers would come and not mention it, and would even charge them at random prices.

"I've asked, a pair of Spring Festival couplets costs at least ten cents, why do you sell them for five cents?"

Although it is cheap, it is unfair competition for those who do business.

The scholar was stunned, and didn't understand Lin Yuesha's meaning for a moment. Is anyone willing to spend more money?

"Could it be that someone else buys ten coins, and you see that I'm a little girl, so I only have five coins?"

Lin Yuesha touched her face, and she admitted that her appearance was a bit pleasing.

Scholar: "..."

It took the scholar selling Spring Festival couplets a long time to realize what Lin Yuesha meant, and his face flushed immediately, and he was speechless in embarrassment.

Jiang Baozhu turned her head, covered her mouth with her hands and almost laughed out loud. It was the first time she saw Lin Yuesha being so thick-skinned, which left her speechless.

Although Lin Yuesha was outspoken, she was very funny. Jiang Baozhu fell into a trance, and she hadn't felt so relaxed for a long time.How long has it been?It was so far away that she couldn't remember it.

"Girl, you misunderstood, I've been selling Wuwen here."

The scholar was a little helpless and explained.

"Zhang Jing, I heard that you and your husband are taking leave today to sell calligraphy. It's true!"

Several scholars in long jackets rushed to the booth, leading by the one in winter, holding an extremely unsuitable folding fan in his hand, and said with a sarcastic smile.

"Not everyone is worthy of being a scholar. If you are as poor as you, why don't you be the son-in-law of a wealthy lady in the town!"

The sarcasm of a few doglegs behind him, it is really cheap to buy a scholar's pen and ink for only five cents.

"That's right, it's an embarrassment to scholars!"

Someone suggested that they tell their husband about Zhang Jing's sale of Spring Festival couplets, and his husband would be furious when he heard about it. Zhang Jing really lost the dignity of a scholar.

Are their calligraphy accessible to ordinary people?
What's more, they are already scholars, and they are not scumbags who claim to be scholars just because they can read a few words.

"Scholars, farmers, businessmen, merchants are at the bottom of the row, and merchants smell of copper. You scholar is contaminated with the smell of copper. It really stinks!"

After the few scholars finished speaking, they smashed Zhang Jing's stall and covered their mouth and nose with their hands to humiliate Zhang Jing.

"you……"

Zhang Jing's face was pale and he was too angry to speak.

"It stinks, it stinks, someone farted, right?"

Zhang Jing's fighting power was too low, and Lin Yuesha couldn't bear to look directly at him.Is it true that scholars are too gentle, so they don't scold others?
Although swearing is degrading, it cannot be denied that for these superior scholars, only simplicity and clarity are the most effective.

"It's you, I clearly heard a pop."

Lin Yuesha blinked and pointed at the scholar who was leading the trouble.The scholar opened the folding fan, and when he heard this, his face immediately turned green.

"Haha."

Jiang Baozhu finally couldn't help laughing out loud, she hasn't been this happy for a long time.

In the previous life, He Xing was the same, he never put the Jiang family in his eyes, just because the Jiang family was a businessman.But every penny that He Xing used was paid by the Jiang family.

With peace of mind, he used the benefits given by the Jiang family, and finally his appetite grew and his ambitions became stronger, which caused the Jiang family's tragedy.

"Scholar, farmer, businessman, are scholars very noble? Are the clothes and fabrics you wear produced by yourself, not provided by merchants? If you have the ability, don't buy anything for the rest of your life! Your pocket and purse also smell of copper. If you don't like it, You can give it to me, I think the smell of silver is very fragrant."

Lin Yuesha held her head high, she was not a righteous person, she helped Zhang Jing because her eldest brother might also be in the Spring Festival couplet business.

It's not a good thing to be squeezed out by arrogant scholars. Don't look at these scholars' pious appearances.

"you……"

The few scholars didn't want to argue with the little girl, they wanted to yell at them, and they cared about their own image, so they couldn't say a few words and ran away in despair.

"Is this gone?"

Lin Yuesha's eyes widened, she hadn't said enough yet.

Some of the onlookers praised Lin Yuesha, and they dispersed.

The common people have always had this understanding, so every time they go to the market to exchange their home products for money, they are very embarrassed.

Life is not just money, food, clothing, housing and transportation are not given for free these days. The status of scholars is high, but what does it have to do with them?

Lin Yuesha's words made everyone fall into deep thought.

"Girl, if you want Spring Festival couplets, Zhang can send you a pair."

Zhang Jing regained his complexion and straightened his back. He picked up the wooden boards supported by the booth, and picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Five cents is too cheap. If other scholars come to sell Spring Festival couplets, how should they be priced?"

Out of anger, Lin Yuesha asked Zhang Jing to continue discussing the price.

"Red paper costs a penny. I use pen and ink all the time. I just need to put in some effort. I want to sell it cheaper, so I can..."

Zhang Jing blushed and explained that he just wanted to exchange more money.

The cold wind was bleak in winter, Lin Yuesha looked at Zhang Jing's red and swollen fingers, and fell silent.

I have my own difficulties, and she has Yueyin now, so let my elder brother study with peace of mind.

Read Zhang Scholar's fingertips were red and swollen from the cold, and after warming up to the fire, they were still itchy, and it took a long time to get over it.

"Scholar Zhang, hurry home and have a look, your mother is going to die!"

The old lady walked through the crowd, suddenly staggered and almost slipped.Thanks to Lin Yuesha who was on the side with quick eyesight and quick hands, she quickly took the old lady's arm, and the old lady stabilized her figure.

"Hurry up, I'll show you the stall."

The snow on the ground was flattened by passers-by, and the road surface was slippery. The old lady was so anxious that she almost sat on the ground.She is getting old, if she falls, she will probably have to be raised for a long time.

At this moment, the old lady came to deliver the letter, still in shock, she only nodded to Lin Yuesha to express her gratitude.

"Ma'am, what's wrong with my mother?"

Zhang Jing's complexion was pale, even his lips were white. Without waiting for the old lady to reply, he dropped the brush, turned around and ran away through the crowd.

"Hey, a good man doesn't pay for his life, what a crime!"

The old lady helped Zhang Jing put away the wooden boards on the booth, and carefully put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the book box.

(End of this chapter)