The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 171 The Nine-tailed Demon King Attacks
a few days later.

"Brother Zhang, I went to the street to write a letter."

Zhang Heng allowed Cui Hongjian to live in the queen.

Cui Hongjian didn't feel at ease as a rice bug, but quickly noticed a way to make money and wrote letters for others.

In the world of Liaozhai, the world is chaotic, there are not many people who can read, and many people can only write their own names.

Cui Hongjian thought about it.

Some people who work in small towns must also miss their hometown. It is better to write a letter than a message.

A letter costs five cents, which is only the price of a few steamed buns, which is not too much.

The other party dictated it, and then Cui Hongjian wrote it down, and had someone take it home. Seeing the letter is like seeing someone, and the letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

Not to mention, Cui Hongjian is doing well in this business.

Because he can not only write, but also draw, Zhang Heng mentioned portraits to him, and he quickly grasped the essence.

Add ten coins, and besides the letter, draw a simple portrait.

For a while, matchmakers gathered, because his portrait was very similar, and the matchmaker helped match the matchmaker, and brought a portrait, and the woman's family felt popular after seeing it.

Coupled with some people's curiosity-seeking psychology and star chasing effect, Cui Hongjian is located in Shiliting Town, and he looks like a new favorite of Internet celebrities.

Even some country gentry and wealthy households couldn't help calling him to draw a few family portraits for their families after hearing about the magic of portraiture.

So in a few days, not to mention the name, the money is also full.

Only yesterday afternoon, I helped the cloth shop owner in the town paint, and when he was happy, he was rewarded with a red seal of ten taels of silver.

Without him, the boss of Buzhuang has a pockmarked face and looks ugly.

There are no pockmarks in Cui Hongjian's portrait, and it looks like he has a beautiful face. I helped him beautify it, and the owner of the cloth shop was in a good mood.

Follow this trend.

Five taels of silver for one mu of land, and a house for two to thirty taels.

When the heat subsides and imitators appear, Cui Hongjian seldom says that he can earn a house and return twenty acres of land.

At that time, who would dare to say that he is a poor scholar.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang!"

It was afternoon in a flash.

Zhang Heng was oiling his sword when he heard that Cui Hongjian had returned happily.

"Get the reward again?"

Zhang Heng was nursing the sword and asked without raising his head.

"Yes, today I painted for Lizheng's family, and Lizheng gave me a reward of three taels of silver, and counting some miscellaneous income, today I earned a full five taels of silver."

Cui Hongjian showed joy: "It's the first time I know that money is so easy to earn, and I was really not enlightened before."

Zhang Heng smiled and said, "After five days, you have earned 30 taels, right?"

After finishing speaking, he paused slightly: "In the spring of next year, with this money, you can go to the Juren examination."

Cui Hongjian's face was mysterious: "Juren is still far away, just take a look, what I brought back for you."

"Bring me something?"

Zhang Heng looked outside, but didn't see any results.

Cui Hongjian pulled him up and directly pulled him outside the door.

As far as the eye can see, there is a white horse tied to a big tree outside the courtyard.

"This is?"

Zhang Heng looked puzzled.

Cui Hongjian bowed down and said: "Brother Zhang, the portrait painting is your suggestion. You not only let me stay for board and lodging, but also pointed out a way for me. Hongjian can't repay you. Think about it, brother Zhang, you never leave your sword every day. , but there is a shortage of a good horse, and I happened to see a horse dealer selling horses in the market, so I bought this horse, please don't refuse."

"Uh"

Zhang Heng has eaten fire dates.

Huo jujube is the medicine for flying, after eating it, he will fly, no matter how you look at it, you don't need a horse.

Of course, Cui Hongjian didn't know he could fly.

Seeing him staying with his sword all day long, he is like a knight, but is a knight without a horse still a knight?

So he gritted his teeth, spent all his family's wealth, and helped him buy this good horse. This kind of heart is not rare.

"Ordinary poor horses are expensive."

"This white horse looks like a fine horse at first glance, so the price may be higher, right?"

Zhang Heng has been in the world of Liaozhai for a few days, and he is not a newcomer who knows nothing.

Horses are a status symbol. The price of a horse ranges from three to fifty taels, and if there are too many, you will lose your head.

This white horse looks all white and has a strong body.

Zhang Heng knew at a glance that he might not be able to do it without a hundred taels of silver.

"The horse dealer asked for 120 taels. I bargained with him and we got 80 taels."

"It's just that I don't have that much money, so I only paid a deposit of 30 taels, and the rest was paid by the shopkeeper Fang for me. After I made money later, I will make up the account of the shopkeeper Fang."

Cui Hongjian smiled happily, and he didn't feel the distress of being burdened with a huge debt of 50 taels.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng felt a lot of emotion.

Cui Shusheng is a sincere person.

You must know that he has only earned 30 taels of silver relying on the dividends from portrait paintings in the past few days.

There is saturation in things like portraiture, and I’m afraid it won’t be possible to imagine making money like this when people’s hearts calm down, or when there are more people in this industry.

The 50 taels in arrears.

It may take two or three months for Cui Hongjian to recover.

And after two or three months, painting portraits is probably the same as writing letters, earning a pen fee, and awarding a reward is probably unnecessary, at most it can be used for food and clothing.

"This horse is just a mount to me."

Zhang Heng looked at Cui Hongjian: "For you, it's a house with ten acres of cultivated land. You can live comfortably for a lifetime."

"It's fine if you have money. You don't have a room or a row of land. You finally have the opportunity to live a prosperous life. Don't you have no attachment?"

"You know, although I mentioned you, whether you can make money or not depends on your own ability. I didn't go to the street with you to paint for others. You earned the money through hard work."

Cui Hongjian disagreed with this, and said with a smile: "The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. It doesn't care about fame and fortune, and it doesn't ask about vanity. Brother Zhang, you and I are friends between gentlemen. , what is a little money?"

For a moment, Zhang Heng couldn't help but look at Cui Hongjian with admiration.

Although Cui Hongjian is an ordinary person, this kind of freedom is not seen in many people who practice Taoism.

Think differently.

Zhang Heng is in the position of Cui Hongjian, he will not buy a horse in debt and give it to a friend.

At most, it is impossible to take out part of the money earned in the past few days and subsidize it in the family, and it is impossible to take it all out, let alone be in debt for it.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Zhang Heng looked at Cui Hongjian more and more pleasingly, nodded and said: "You are a wonderful person. I have traveled all over the world and read countless people. I have never met someone like you. From now on, you will be my friend."

Hearing this, Cui Hongjian was a little dazed: "Aren't we friends before?"

Zhang Heng smiled without saying a word.

Into the world of mortals, but out of mind.

Zhang Heng once said that he is a businessman at heart.

What is a businessman, a person who can discuss everything.

You shot me today but didn't kill me. Tomorrow we have a chance and we can have a drink together, as long as the drink is worthwhile.

So it is usually difficult for people like him to have friends.

He is used to doing things with a purpose and a plan, either he is plotting others, or others are plotting him.

Cui Hongjian is different.

He has no purpose and no plan, this is the friendship of a gentleman.

"I like this white horse very much, and I accept it."

Zhang Heng did not refuse Cui Hongjian's gift.

Afterwards, he asked the shopkeeper Fang of the inn to prepare a table of good noodles and sent them to the courtyard to have a banquet with Cui Shusheng.

The rise of drinking.

Zhang Heng rarely pulled out his sword, and danced in the courtyard, singing: "The road of life, sweet dreams are like the long road, the road is windy and frosty, and the windy frost hits the face."

"it is good!"

After the song, Cui Hongjian stood up and applauded.

His hands were flushed, but he was still not enjoying himself. He raised his glass and sang: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it?"

Zhang Heng flicked his sword in response.

Cui Hongjian sings and plays ballads.

A feast of wine and banquets was not given up until early in the morning.

Zhang Heng helped Cui Hongjian into the room, and when he went out, a gust of cold wind hit him, causing him to narrow his eyes slightly: "Stay back, I'm in a good mood today, and I don't want to kill anyone!"

"How brave!"

A red umbrella landed on the wall.

A beautiful woman in black flew down from the sky, standing on a paper umbrella: "You killed my sheep army division, and you dare to be so rampant. I have been looking for you for several days!"

"Look for me, I think you are courting death!"

There was a smile on the corner of Zhang Heng's mouth: "I have a close friend who is sleeping soundly in the room, and I don't want to disturb his sweet dreams. If you want, come and find me by the lake."

The words fall.

Zhang Heng touched the ground with his right foot: "Flying Sky!"

Whoosh!
Zhang Heng turned into a phantom and flew out.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

The Nine-Tailed Demon King flipped back.

She kicked on the red paper umbrella, and the paper umbrella flew, and she also flew under the umbrella, and the speed was not slow at all.

brush!
Within a few breaths, he flew to the shore of Shili Lake.

Not far away is the collapsed thatched hut.

Zhang Heng fell from the sky, holding his sword in both hands, and stood quietly on the lake.

(End of this chapter)