My Bank Is Connected to Another World

　　 Evening.

　　 The sun sets.

　　 in the shop.

　　 "You go back, I'll clean up." Shu Fu said, looking at Shan Yan who was cleaning.

"nothing."

　　 talking.

　　 Shan Yan said to Jiu Xinqin, "Hurry up, the trash is thrown out."

　　"..."

　　 Jiu Xinqin was helpless for a while, this girl is really hopeless. She is not stupid, so she can't tell that Shan Yan has a good impression of this little boy.

of course.

　　 is just a good impression.

　　 does not necessarily mean liking, just as some people have an unconscious affinity when they come in contact.

　　 This has nothing to do with liking, it's just when you stay with him.

　　 I feel more comfortable.

　　 But.

　　 Looking at it now, the student in front of me is really a bit of potential.

　　 Young.

　　The craftsmanship is extraordinary.

　　 can make money.

　　 Mature and stable.

　　 has a gentle personality.

　　......

　　 There are a lot of advantages. To list it out, Jiu Xinqin is a little surprised. Even in the adult world, such excellent people are rare.

　　 After a while.

　　 The shop was cleaned up, and I had to call home twice, so I had to go home.

"see you tomorrow."

"see you tomorrow."

　　 Watching the two girls leave, Shu Fu closed the shop and walked to Los Angeles. In Los Angeles in the evening, there was a smell of firewood in the air.

no way.

　　 Burning wood for cooking is inevitable.

　　. . .

　　 stroll the streets.

　　 soon.

　　 Shu Fu came to a booth. The owner was a weak scholar, young and dark, but he was still reading with a book.

　　 Tanqi wrote: Write letters on behalf of.

　　 "咚咚!"

　　 stepped forward.

　　 Shu Fu tapped the table twice, and the stall owner returned to his senses.

　　 "This young master, do you need to write letters on your behalf?" He thought he would have business coming, but when he saw Shu Fu's clothes, his heart became cold.

　　 This dress.

　　 I wouldn't ask them to write on their behalf, but I still asked.

"Do not."

　　 Upon hearing this.

　　 As expected, he was not a guest.

　　 "Are you literate." Shu Fu asked.

　　 "Uh! Yes!"

　　What's the problem? I can't read, what letter should I write.

　　 "Very good."

　　 "I want to ask you to teach me literacy." Shu Fu said, he must master the writing here as soon as possible. On the earth, he had a doctorate.

　　 But here, I am illiterate.

Do not.

　　 is better than illiterate. Some shop names have already been learned, but it is impossible to read articles.

　　 "literate?"

　　 After a daze, the stall owner was overjoyed.

　　 "Yes, but the price..."

　　 "Don't worry, it's a little bit more than you write letters here." Shu Fu said, writing letters here on behalf of you, and earning one or two pieces of silver in one day.

　　 Most of the time, neither half arrives.

　　 "Thank you, Master."

　　 Then.

　　 After listening to the teaching content, he was taken aback. This teaching method is rather novel. Shu Fu's first step is not to start with simple fonts.

　　 Instead, he gave a lot of words and asked him to translate them into words.

　　 Congci.

　　 to the sentence.

　　 This is not teaching, but explanation.

"Is there a problem?"

　　 "No, no problem." Although it seems that it won't take long to teach, it's just income. At this moment, I only heard a grunt, and my stomach rang.

　　 See here.

　　 Shu Fu smiled.

　　 "Close the stall."

　　 "Go to the restaurant and learn while eating."

"Yes."

　　 The stall owner is overjoyed.

　　 I met a little local tyrant, too, this suit is generally reluctant to buy by some rich people, and it is out of stock in the whole city, more than ten days.

　　 How many people want to buy?

　　 immediately.

　　 picked up the stall and put it in a shop at the back, his home is not here.

　　. . .

　　 walked half a street.

　　 came to the nearest restaurant.

　　 The second floor.

　　 asked for a single room, ordered a lot of dishes, watching these dishes, the young stall owner swallowed, so many dishes, at least a few pieces of silver!

Simultaneously.

　　 Shu Fu took out a book he bought here and handed it over.

　　 "How do you write a cup?"

　　"..."

　　 "Where are the mountains?"

　　"..."

　　 while eating.

　　 Shu Fu said the words he could think of, and the other party wrote, still starting from the commonly used words, step by step to establish a complete writing system.

　　 The whole learning rhythm, grasp it by yourself.

　　. . .

　　 Three hours later.

　　 eat full.

　　 Drink enough.

　　 It was completely dark outside, and the city gates were closed, but there was no curfew. The night life in Los Angeles is still a little bit.

　　 night market.

　　 Brothel.

　　 Gambling Square.

　　曲院.

　　......

　　 is still open, and some are open overnight, but there are more city guards patrolling the streets than during the day. During the day, it is mostly a kind of security patrol.

　　 The city guards took over at night.

　　 No one dared to make trouble.

　　 The law and order here is still good, the relationship between the city is relatively stable, and there are no mountain kings or bandits, because it is located in the plains.

　　Dare to build a village illegally.

　　 There is only one result-to be demolished.

　　 Easy to defend and difficult to attack? At least in this plain area, it doesn't exist.

　　 But.

　　 There are still some public security problems. For example, there happened to be someone on the street who drank and played madly. Dangling, even molested passing women.

　　 immediately.

　　 was seen by the passing city guards.

"Snapped!"

　　 "Ouch, it hurts, forgive me, oops..."

　　 The drunkenness was dissipated, and he knelt down and called Rao. Seeing this, Shu Fu supported him. It’s not right to drink as long as you drink.

"give."

　　 Shu Fu handed over two taels of broken silver, "Next time I have time, I will look for you again."

　　 "Okay, thank you Master."

　　 The scholar left with joy.

　　 Two two.

　　 Eat frugally, enough for his family for ten days.

　　. . .

　　 The next day.

　　 morning.

　　 Shu Fu came to a house and would come often in the future. Naturally, he needed a place to stay. He couldn't stay in an inn all the time, so he found an agency.

　　 contacted a house.

　　 buy?

Do not.

　　 rent only.

　　 unnecessary money, temporarily save.

　　 followed the intermediary Xiaosi and came to a courtyard. This is a main road house, which is relatively more expensive, but the law and order will be better.

　　 Most of the left and right have a little family background.

of course.

　　 There are also some high-priced co-rents.

　　 On the road outside the door, a dozen children were playing and playing.

　　 go to school?

　　 Sorry.

　　 Most people can't afford to go to school in the city, and the city is not too big, and it is far better to learn a craft here. UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com

student.

At this.

　　 is not regarded as promising, but a kind of ‘cultivation’ for the children of wealthy families. Just like learning music on the earth, it is not a necessary ability recognized by the mainstream.

of course.

　　 mainly because the city-state is small.

　　Only in some countries with stable royal power and vast territory, studying can really be regarded as a way out of life.

　　. . .

　　 doorway.

　　 Shu Fu saw the owner.

　　 "Most rich young masters!" The owner immediately made a judgment. This clothes is of great value, as well as that skin, with slender fingers like a woman.

　　 respectfully.

　　 to the intermediary.

　　 He can still straighten up his waist, but he immediately changed his attitude towards Shu Fu.

　　 "This young master, what's your last name?"

　　 "Shu."

　　 "Master Shu, please."

　　 The owner unlocked and pushed open the courtyard door. The place where you entered the eyes was considered clean.

　　 "Master Shu, everything here has been cleaned up. Some bonsais have been newly transplanted. Ten bundles of firewood have been filled in the firewood room. You only need to buy some bedding."

　　"..."

　　 The owner enthusiastically introduced, Shu Fu took a look and was quite satisfied, a separate courtyard, private enough, if you rent one in someone else's courtyard.

　　 is inconvenient.

"how much is it?"

　　 "One hundred and twenty taels of broken silver a year, thirty taels, a total of one hundred and fifty taels." Although Shu Fu looked rich, he did not dare to call high prices.

　　 "Okay, I rent it."

　　 Shu Fu did not grind.

　　 Give money.

　　 Sign the contract.

　　 As for the identity issue, the owner didn't ask him either.

　　 What can be the problem?