Confiscated and exiled?Phew, I emptied the warehouse first

Originally, everyone was admiring Yan Yi's calligraphy, and the atmosphere was warm and quiet.

Inexplicably, Ma Hongtu came over and said a few irrelevant words, and everyone lost their mood.

"Who is that kid? So unruly."

"Yes, I dare to make mistakes in Yulin Bookshop."

"The noise is so loud, I don't know whose student it is."

"Who else could it be? Have you seen those young masters over there? They must be Mr. Fang Jiu's disciples."

"Mr. Fang Jiu has always been rigid and requires students to observe etiquette, but look at it, his students are not all obedient and obedient."

"What I'm saying is that it was okay in front of him. When I came out, there were a few people who were observing etiquette."

"Hey……"

Even if everyone is dissatisfied, they still speak in a low voice for fear of disturbing other people. The cultivation is engraved in their bones.

Once this was done, everyone lost interest in reading and dispersed one after another.

Yan Yi was writing very fast, and when he got up to go to the toilet, he happened to hear some noises.

"You have to look after Mr. Li at the critical moment. If our Mr. Li's father hadn't been kind-hearted, those victims would have starved to death long ago."

The man who was called Mr. Li refused: "Anyway, my father couldn't see the victims suffering, so he built a tent to give porridge."

"Who doesn't know that your father listens to you the most? You must have contributed a lot to what he did."

"That's right, it really makes our college look bad."

On the other side, there are some other sounds mixed in.

"Look at how proud they are. The victims are almost starving to death. They say they are giving porridge, which is just a little bit of rice soup, with only a few grains of rice."

"Let's just put on a show and do the whole thing. Just for the sake of fame, we just put on a show and lose all face."

"I just can't stand his face."

Yan Yi ignored this and continued to write after going to the toilet.

The sun was setting in the west, and it seemed that the time agreed with the coachman was coming soon.

Yan Yi handed over the book he copied today to Mr. Han.

Mr. Han stroked his beard: "Well, not bad, not bad."

"Your handwriting is worth fifteen cents. Get up early tomorrow and I'll give you twenty cents."

"Thank you, Mr. Han. I would like to take the book away and copy it."

"Oh?"

"To be honest, sir, my disciple is already married and cannot stay away from home for a long time."

Mr. Han nodded and shook his head.

He saw Yan Yi's good calligraphy and became interested in talents, but he didn't expect Yan Yi to get married so early.

Generally, scholars get married late because they are afraid that affairs in the house will affect their studies.

As long as there is still a chance to go to college, who would get married so early.

What a pity, what a pity.

"You can just take the book, copy it and deliver it in time. Just pay the deposit as you please."

Usually, students who come to copy books do so in bookstores. To borrow the books, they need to pay a deposit of one or two silver coins.

The money will be returned when the books are returned.

That's why Mr. Han just asked Yan Yi to come earlier.

He was afraid that Yan Yi would have no money, so he asked Yan Yi to give it to him.

After all, how many of those who come to copy books can come up with money?
A scholar's pen, ink, paper and inkstone are not a small amount.

There are also the expenses for studying, books, festivals, and exams. Everything is an expense.

"Thank you, Mr. Han."

Yan Yi didn't hesitate, he expressed his love for Mr. Han, but still gave Mr. Han a tael of silver.

Mr. Han took a deep look at Yan Yi again. This guy could always do something unexpected.

Mr. Han collected the money and registered it in the register.

Before Yan Yi left, Mr. Han hesitated and stopped him: "If you need a teacher, you can come to me."

"Yes, the disciple has written it down."

Mr. Han looked at Yan Yi's back with deep eyes.

That guy will definitely like this kid when he sees it. …

Yan Yi did not stay too long in the city. He bought a pack of needlework as Su Mo told him when he went out.

The sewing kit is very complete, including threads of various colors, needles of various sizes, scissors, tape measures, buttons, and even marking powder.

Of course, this is what Su Mo told him.

Su Mo said that if my mother is interested in needlework, she doesn’t need to be afraid of spending money. Just buy something good.

Thinking of Su Mo's look when he said this, Yan Yi wanted to laugh.

He pinched the fifteen cents he had just added to his wallet, and then touched the stick in his cuff.

The corners of his lips twitched slightly: "Leave everything to me from now on, and I will take good care of you."

Unknowingly, I reached the city gate.

On both sides were porridge sheds, and a long queue formed in front of the sheds.

Yan Yi felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he saw these people were dressed in rags and skinny.

"Give way, give way." An official shouted, and a notice was posted on the city wall.

Just leave after posting.

There are many notices in hand, and they have to be posted on every street in the county.

A crowd gathered in front of the notice.

Someone has read out the content of the notice, which roughly means:
Disaster victims poured into Shilu County in large numbers.

In order to solve this problem, it is hoped that local wealthy gentry can donate food to alleviate the disaster.

At the same time, the government is offering a reward. Whoever can solve this problem will be rewarded 50 taels of silver and ten pieces of cloth.

People talk about it.

"The grain is all in the hands of wealthy businessmen, and they are holding on to it. Who can do anything about it?"

"Yes, there was a disaster and the price of food dropped. The merchants would definitely not sell it, so they all stockpiled the food. The victims were unable to eat. When they heard that we were giving porridge here, they flocked to our Shilu County."

"It was said that they were donating food for disaster relief. The government must have communicated with these wealthy households in private, but with little effect, they posted notices to put pressure on them."

"That's right. Who will donate the food at this time?"

There were also a few people mixed in with the crowd.

Hearing people talking, several people shook their heads bitterly.

"The county next door asked us for help, but we can't take care of it now, and we can't care about it."

"The important thing is that our county's grain harvesting cannot last more than a few days."

"We still have to rely on these wealthy businessmen."

"I just said that the reward we offered is too small. It won't impress the rich, and the poor will have no food."

"Ugh……"

"Let's think of a way to go back. We're going back."

Yan Yi read the notice, combined it with everyone's discussion, thought about it for a while, and came up with an idea.

He walked forward calmly and unveiled a notice.

wow~
"Some people revealed the notice, and some people revealed the notice."

"Oh my god, what does he want to do?"

"Who is this?"

"Looking at his clothes, he doesn't look like a rich man. How dare he expose it?"

"You're not trying to attract everyone's attention this way, are you?"

"He has no money or food. Isn't he just trying to attract attention by taking the notice?"

"It's too much. You are using the names of the victims as a joke."

Yan Yi ignored these voices.

He rolled up the notice and planned to go to the county government office.

He already has the solution.

But when he wanted to leave, the people around him stopped.

"You can't leave. If you tell me, you have to tell me how to do it."

"Yes, you are a pest, there is definitely nothing you can do about it." (End of Chapter)