I played as an assistant in ancient times

Chapter 251 Harvest

The uncle and nephew soon found Madam Zhu who had moved back to the capital. She did not live in the house left by her parents, but in Mingshifang in the northeast corner of the inner city.

This time, the person who came to visit was a lady, and Shen Changshou was left to guard the car.

When Shen Xiaoye saw Madam Zhu again after half a year, he found that her brows were less tense, her face was rosy, and she no longer spoke in a cold and aloof manner, but became more friendly.

very nice.

After exchanging pleasantries, she stated her purpose directly. Madam Zhu hesitated for a moment and said, "I currently only have letters from Uncle Xue and my father.

There are a few letters in there in which they discuss articles and poems. You can borrow them to copy and read some excerpts.

Mammy, please go to the study and get me the rosewood box with a picture of a horse trampling the Huns from the bookshelf."

"Hey." Nanny Zhang walked very fast, but slowed down after leaving the room. There were almost no guests at home, and she liked Miss Shen to talk more with her wife.

As she wished, Shen Xiaoye started chatting with Madam Zhu, but they only talked about business.

When she came back from the grassland, she didn't just drive the cattle. She also exchanged a lot of furs with the tribes that the emperor had conquered, using the finished medicines stored in the space.

There were all kinds of skins, including wolf skin, mink skin, fox skin and lamb skin. She picked out the ones with the best fur and put them in her space, waiting to give them to her family.

The others tied to the cows are kept at Mr. Pan’s farm and can only be sold after being cleaned.

There is no big market for these relatively expensive furs in Linghe County, so they can be sold at a good price in Madam Zhu's shop.

Shen Xiaoye didn't have any real objects with him, and he couldn't take out the things in the space now. He could only describe the quality of the furs as best he could with his mouth.

"As long as the items are good and have been approved by the old shopkeeper, I will buy them." Madam Zhu is very concerned about her property now. After all, she depends on these to make a living in the second half of her life.

Shen Xiaoye naturally boasted about his goods, and then said, "You can pick whatever you want in the store later."

The capital city is so big, it is impossible for her to sell it to just one family.

When the two of them talked about the good business, they chatted for a while. However, Nanny Zhang didn't come after waiting for a long time, so Madam Zhu signaled the maid outside the door to urge her.

She said shyly, "The box is placed a little high, so it's not easy to get it."

"Don't worry, this is your family's private letter. It's a great help to let me copy it." Since the other party changed the topic here, Shen Xiaoye took the opportunity to ask, "Does Xue Xuezheng dislike going out?"

"Not really. I heard from my father that many of Uncle Xue's letters were not written in one day. He wrote down his insights from reading and then sorted them out and had someone send them to my father.

During the few times we met, he often made our two families laugh with his witty remarks.

Moreover, he was good at martial arts and had beaten Da Zi and caught bandits before. "Mrs. Zhu recalled the past and couldn't help but smile.

After a while, she sighed again: "It's a pity that fate played tricks on us. Aunt Xue and my brother got sick after returning home and passed away one after another.

Uncle Xue became taciturn from then on, and kept company with books. "

But she knew that Uncle Xue was still the same as before, hating evil and hating evil. After he recovered from his illness at the end of last year, he learned that he had been harmed by someone and taught Geng a lesson several times.

As a result, until now, the other party has been hiding outside Beijing and dared not come back.

Shen Xiaoye didn't know what happened next, but after the nurse finally brought the box, she looked at the picture of a horse trampling the Huns and couldn't help but ask, "Was this made by your father?"

"No, it was made by Uncle Xue and given to my father as a birthday gift." Madam Zhu opened the box, and there were many letters inside.

She was very familiar with the contents of each letter. She quickly picked out a few, opened them, glanced at them, and gave them to Shen Xiaoye, saying, "Do you want to copy them here, or in the study?"

"Here." The study was important, so Shen Xiaoye didn't bother disturbing them. There were no outsiders in the Zhu family anyway, and the living room was also very quiet.

Madam Zhu ordered people to prepare pens and ink, but Shen Xiaoye was more accustomed to using the hard pen she made at home, and she wrote very quickly.

Mrs. Zhu, who was reading a book next to him, was no stranger to hard pens. They were things that had existed since ancient times, and she had even seen her father make them.

But occasionally when she looked up, she was stunned when she saw the direction in which Shen Xiaoye was writing.

She walked closer and saw that the child was writing the article horizontally, which she was not used to.

Shen Xiaoye was copying without distraction. Xue Xuezheng's handwriting seemed very free and easy, but there were punctuation marks, which made it easy for her to break the sentences.

Before she knew it, she saw Shen Changshou waiting in the alley outside at sunset. She wanted to go up to him and ask him several times, but held back.

Fortunately, when it was getting dark, Xiaoye was finally sent out by a maid. She was seen carrying a bulging bag, and also some food wrapped in oil paper.

Shen Changshou let out a long sigh and asked on the way back: "Why did you sit for so long?"

"Hehe, I've gained a lot." Shen Xiaoye rubbed her sore wrist and smiled secretly. She felt that this trip to the capital was a good decision. She took back several manuscripts so that her uncle could study them carefully. It would be best if she could ask Mr. Pan to review them and give him some advice.

Well, Mr. Pan is not a rigid person. He pays attention to practicality and benefiting the world, but his writing style is very different from Xue Xuezhen's.

Shen Changshou turned his head and saw her holding her backpack, and her face wrinkled as she smiled. He asked with concern, "What's the problem?"

"No. Uncle, let's find some books to take back tomorrow!" Shen Xiaoye no longer thought about looking for any capable person, his mind was still on the bookstore.

Shen Changshou said: "Xiao Ye, I don't think you need to be so nervous. I don't understand academic knowledge, but the principles of the world are always the same.

That means if the foundation is solid, the house will be stable.

Your fourth uncle used to study very hard. Both your father and Mr. Pan praised him for his good academic performance, which shows that he has a solid foundation.

If I give him a pile of books to read before the exam, will it distract him?"

"This..." Shen Xiaoye knew that this fourth uncle was not the same as that fourth uncle, and that the reason he could be praised by Mr. Pan was beyond books.

"That's right, but I want to go around the bookstores and listen to what the students who are about to take the exam have to say."

"The exam is about to start, and there are still students who don't study hard at home but go out to visit bookstores?" Shen Changshou didn't object to her too much, he just asked out of confusion.

But he didn't expect that the next day he found a very famous bookstore and as soon as he entered, he saw scholars reading everywhere.

He said to Shen Xiaoye: "Are they here to buy books or..."

"Borrowed books to read." If his family didn't earn enough money, Fourth Uncle would have to do the same as these people today and go to a bookstore to borrow books to read.

Shen Xiaoye was about to go over to the scholars who were discussing in a low voice, but unexpectedly, the shop partner who was squatting under the bookshelf suddenly stood up, raised a book in his hand and said, "I found an essay for the imperial examination of the academician."

"Show it to me now."

"I'll buy it. How much is it?"

"Don't crowd, don't crowd."

Every scholar wanted to block the way, and the scene suddenly became a little chaotic. The young man was squeezed in front of the shelf and felt like crying but had no tears.

Fortunately, the boss came down from upstairs to the middle of the stairs in time and promised to find someone to copy it immediately and make sure everyone can buy it today.

Many scholars scrambled to be free laborers.

Shen Changshou, who had retreated to the door, saw Xiao Ye was stunned and asked anxiously, "Are you scared?"