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"Chaosheng, you are lucky." Shen He laughed as soon as he entered the door: "I ran into the eldest son on the way back, and saw him looking around with two fish." , everyone called him the "eldest son", and over time, the original name was replaced.
Yao's eldest son is loyal and loyal, and he is the most friendly with Shen Mo, and they often play together. That day Shen Mo was bitten by a snake, and it was thanks to the eldest son who carried him back, otherwise his little life would have been taken away by Hades.
"He said he would look for it on the street when he didn't see you at home." Putting the fish in the basin, he skillfully removed the scales and gills, disemboweled the fish, cleaned it, and said with a smile: "When you see me, He has been wandering around for a long time, and I told him about your situation, and he was relieved, and even gave me this fish, saying that you can replenish your body." Learned it later. A year ago, Shen He couldn't even light a fire, let alone cook fish.
"Why didn't he come?" After a day's rest, Mo Mo could already sit up and asked while leaning against the window sill.
"This is the Shen family's compound, with many rules, not our thatched shed where you can come and go freely." Shen He said in a low voice: "People in the clan have a lot of talk, so maybe what to say."
After a moment of silence, he said softly, "How aboutlet's move back tomorrow."
"Go back?" Shen He shook his head like a wave drum, pretending to be relaxed and said: "I have lived in that straw hut enough, and I don't want to go back for a day." When he spoke, his back was facing the silent, flushed No one can see the eye sockets.
But I don't know that the silence sitting on the bed also has red eyes, sore nose, like a stick in the throat
The two of them were silent like this. In the small attic, there was only the crackling sound of firewood. It was the crucian carp that Shen He had put into the casserole.
After the fish was out of the pot, the work came to an end. Shen He sat on the stool tiredly, twisted a Luo Han bean into his mouth, chewed it, swallowed it and drank some water, only then did he realize the seriousness of the atmosphere. He knew that his son, who was suddenly careful, must have noticed something, so he pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile: "When I have money, father, I will eat ten fennel beans in one bite."
"Don't choke." Silent laughed.
Shen He bared his teeth and asked with concern: "Did the woman downstairs come up to disturb you again?"
"No." Shaking his head silently, he lied and said without blinking.
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Shen He nodded, finally saw the earthenware pots and medicine packs on the table, and asked strangely, "Who is here to visit?"
"Miss Yin's maid." Mo Mo said honestly, "It's for us to make up for ourselves."
Shen He suddenly felt uneasy and said: "How can this be, how can you ask for things from others?"
"I can't even get off the ground, and I can't compete with others if I want to." Mo Mo pointed to the head of the bed and said, "Well, I haven't moved a single bite, and I'll wait for your old man to come back and deal with it."
"This" Shen He said restlessly: "Yesterday, I was exempted from the drug fee, which is already unfair. Now if I want something from him, how can I pay back the favor? Not yet."
"Just pay it back slowly." Shen Mo grinned and said with a grin: "If you can't pay me, I can't pay your grandson."
Shen He rolled his eyes and said: "That's not the case" He also accepted the gift.
At this time, the crucian carp soup was ready, and Shen He brought the casserole directly to the bedside, so hot that he breathed on his fingers. Putting the quilt behind Shen Mo's back, helping him to sit upright, and preparing the bowls and chopsticks for him, he said with a smile: "Eat it while it's hot, but the little crucian carp is very nourishing."
Mo Mo said softly: "Father also take a pair of bowls and chopsticks, let's eat together."
"No, no, no," Shen He shook his head and smiled, "Father has eaten outside, and his stomach is distended, just drink some soup later."
Without breaking the silence, he pointed to the chicken soup in the jar and said, "It's hot, it will go bad overnight." At this time, the weather is hot and humid, and these fresh and tender foods will spoil overnight, so they have to be thrown away.
"Don't rush, eat slowly." Shen He smiled lovingly: "Eat more to get better quickly." After speaking, he poured the bowl of chicken soup back into the pot and put it on the stove to heat up.
Silently, he stopped talking, ate a piece of fish, drank a bowl of soup, patted his stomach and said: "The food is full."
"Eat more." Shen He served him another bowl of chicken soup and said, "Get well soon, don't let Dad worry about it."
Silence obviously heard the grunt in the old man's belly, sighed secretly, took the bowl and said, "If you eat it again, it will be really uncomfortable." In fact, he found in the morning that after serving himself a bowl of thick porridge, There was only a little clear soup left in the casserole. ??? Until now, the old man must be very hungry.
"That's right, it's too late." Shen He nodded at this point, then said regretfully: "It's too extravagant to have both chicken and fish." Shen Mo smiled wryly and said: "It's not sure whether there will be food or not tomorrow. , If you have wine today, let¡¯s get drunk today."
"Twilight." Shen He was finally blunt, scooped up a bowl of chicken soup and sipped it: "Father has already thought about what to do, and I will buy you a chicken tomorrow."
"What are you doing?" Shen Mo asked enthusiastically.
"Writing." Shen He said while drinking the soup: "I paid attention to it today. In front of the Town God's Temple, there are people who write family letters, couplets, and transcribe inscriptions. How can they earn a hundred or ten words in a day? Such a month At least two taels of silver can be earned, plus six buckets of granary rice per month, the two of us have enough to eat and drink, and you can even save two for your studies."
"Why don't you teach?" Shen Mo said strangely: "That income should be more stable."
"Hey, don't you think I don't want to?" Shen He sighed and said, "I'm a scholar, I can't study and teach in the county school, and Meng Xueli only pays one tael a month, which is not worth it." According to the rules, once he starts If you are engaged in another industry, your qualification as a granary student will be automatically cancelled, and the monthly six-dou of granary rice will naturally be stopped.
In the affluent areas of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, one tael of silver can buy two stones of rice, but Shen Xiucai can get six dou without working. That is to say, if he was a school teacher, he would only earn four bucks a stone, or seven qian silver, every month. If you go out to practice writing at a booth, the situation will be greatly improved Because according to an unwritten rule, such highly mobile livelihoods as selling calligraphy and fortune-telling, or engaging in manual labor, are all regarded as urgent needs The expedient policy will not cancel the lin rice.
The reason is very simple, because people in the world regard those who work hard as the most valuable, and those who work hard are considered cheap, so they go to the streets to tell fortunes; making a living by setting up stalls and selling characters, although it is not considered manual labor, but it is a degrading act after all. . As long as there is hope, no scholar will engage in this lowly profession for a long time.
In fact, there is another way of making a living, with a high income, which is considered decent, and that is to go to other places to be a teacher for dignitaries and dignitaries.
? You must know that Master Shaoxing's reputation of "reading poetry and books, being meticulous and capable, and good at handling files" is well known throughout the country. Especially Shen He, a Shaoxing native with a decent reputation, is very sought-after everywhere, earning one hundred and eighty taels of silver a year, and they are all poor people.
However, for the sake of silent studies, Shen He had no choice but to give up this best choice, and resolutely decided to sell calligraphy on the street!¡ª¡ª
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