The shopkeeper of Hongshu Zhai, whose surname is Sun, was once a child who came from a poor background. Later, he met his father-in-law who opened the study. From a homeless boy who almost died of cold and starvation, to a boy in the study, and then to the owner's door

Jiao Ke, his life has achieved a qualitative leap.

What brought him all this was studying. If he had not studied hard and worked in the study, and finally passed the exam, his father-in-law would not have taken a fancy to him and eventually married his daughter to him, leaving the study as well.

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Therefore, he felt pity for the children from poor families and those who were very hard-working.

Especially when this child from a poor family can write neatly with his left hand, he is even more impressed.

"It's acceptable." Shopkeeper Sun took the word and nodded.

From his point of view, the handwriting is okay, but his wrist strength is insufficient, and the words he writes are not strong. But after all, such a young child has a left hand, so it can be seen that he has been taught by a famous teacher and has put in some effort.

The left hand can write like this, but the right hand is probably better.

"Then do I pass?" Adi raised his head and looked at him, his big eyes blinking, which made Shopkeeper Sun's heart melt.

"Passed." Shopkeeper Sun nodded, "But which books do you want to copy? "Qionglin Preschool", "Three Character Classic", etc., or you can also copy scripts..."

For example, if you pay 50 cents to copy a copy of the "Three Character Classic", and the handwriting must be neat, it is much easier to copy a copy. It costs 60 cents to copy a copy, and it doesn't matter if the handwriting is a little different.

After all, most of the people who read the storybooks are people who are not very literate and have no interest in learning. They just read them for fun. However, because there is a market, the storybooks are easier to sell than ordinary books, so copying them is also ten cents more expensive.

"But seeing that you are wearing a Confucian shirt, you must also be studying. It would be best to copy some of the Three Character Classic." Shopkeeper Sun said: "First, you can review the past and learn new things, and secondly, you can practice calligraphy more."

There is another point he did not mention. Copying scripts is not a serious matter. You must read them while copying. Children are weak-minded and can easily go astray. It would be a pity to waste their studies because of this.

Adi was silent for a moment. He was already familiar with the "Three Character Classic" and "Qionglin Preschool Education" by heart, and there was no need to review the past to learn new things. However, what shopkeeper Sun said was right, you can take the opportunity to practice calligraphy more.

"Can I copy the Four Books and Five Classics?" Adi asked.

He has only learned half of the Four Books. If he can take this opportunity to copy more, he will naturally memorize them silently. As for the meaning of it, the teacher who taught him before said that he should memorize it first and then slowly understand it. When he meets a great Confucian, he will

It's good to ask others for advice.

In this way, you can learn, practice calligraphy, and make money without any delay.

"Is this..." Shopkeeper Sun looked at Adi, "If you can write with your right hand, maybe you can."

After all, it is different from basic entry-level products. If the words are not good-looking, it will not be easy to sell.

Adi pouted, knowing that people thought that the handwriting on his left hand was not beautiful enough, but he never thought about writing with his right hand.

Although more than half a year has passed and it seems safe, many people in the palace know his name, so he cannot take any risks.

Not many people have seen the writing on his left hand, and only Rubeus has seen it, so he is not worried.

"Then I'll copy the script." Adi quickly made a decision.

Shopkeeper Sun was a little disappointed, but he could understand that ten cents didn't seem like much, but if you wrote five books, you could earn one more.

"Okay, just think about it." Shopkeeper Sun took out a script book and took out a dozen pieces of paper. This is for Adi to copy books. He also took out two or three more pieces and kept them for him.

I wrote the wrong backup.

Adi was very satisfied with this. At first, he thought of publishing the paper himself, which would make even less money.

"Thank you so much, Shopkeeper Sun." Adi reached out to pick up the storybook, but Shopkeeper Sun held him down and looked up at him in confusion.

"You have to get the deposit first." Shopkeeper Sun pointed at the script and stretched out his hand, "Five hundred coins, this is the rule."

This is for sale, and he doesn’t know Adi. What if he doesn’t return it by using the excuse of copying the book?

Five hundred cents was equivalent to the price of this storybook, so he took it away as if he had bought it.

Adi became embarrassed. Sister Qingyou usually gave him some pocket money, ranging from a few cents to more than ten cents, but he usually spent it casually. This would force him to come up with so much money at once and he really couldn't get it.

come out.

Shopkeeper Sun also noticed it, and after thinking about it, he put away his four fingers, "Let's do this, you take one hundred coins. I'm taking care of you because I'm a child. It can't be any less."

He can't even afford a hundred pennies, so ten pennies is fine.

"How about you go home and get it..." Shopkeeper Sun was interrupted by Adi before he could finish his words.

"I'll come back the day after tomorrow." After finishing speaking, Adi put away his things, turned around and left the study.

Shopkeeper Sun looked at his back and shook his head. He couldn't get it today, and it would be the same the day after tomorrow. It's not easy for a poor family to send their children to school. I guess the Confucian shirt he was wearing was the best clothes in the family. How could such a family give up a hundred coins?

Giving money to kids for fun?

Even if he could really make money by copying books, his family might not believe it.

Adi returned home, and as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Erxi and Goudan leading a few people to come and play with him.

"Where have you been? We have been looking for you several times." Erxi came over and looked at Adi's Confucian shirt with envy on his face, "Are you going to school?"

Adi nodded.

Several boys nearby also gathered around, with expressions on their faces that couldn't be described as envy or anything else. None of them had ever gone to school, and the adults at home were illiterate, so they had no concept of this aspect since they were young.

Suddenly a person from the school appeared among them. This feeling was quite subtle, and mostly envious.

We are all children, and we couldn't imagine that far away. I just envied the ability to wear clean and beautiful Confucian shirts, and the atmosphere of being in a school with a group of scholars. It felt quite strange.

"What kind of book is this girl studying?" Some child muttered in a sour tone.

The other boys were stunned for a moment. They hung out with A Di every day, went up trees to dig out bird eggs, went down to the river to catch fish, and ran around in the streets. No one really regarded A Di as a girl.

Are there any girls who fight all day long?

Especially Adi's fierce stance when fighting, no one among them could hold it alone.

"What are you talking about?" Erxi quit. He and Adi are the best and can't stand others talking about Adi.

Adi also looked over.

He was quite powerful among this group of children. The child looked a little timid, but he still rubbed his nose and muttered, "That's what he is."

Er Xi wanted to say something more, but Adi stopped him. He glanced at the child who was speaking, then turned around and said, "Forget it, it's okay."

Originally, he was just a "girl movie" now, and there was nothing to say about it.
Chapter completed!