Quick Transmigration: The Way of Life

Chapter 340

Lin Lang looked at the copper plates, hesitated for a moment, but still took them.

Carrying her own bookcase, Lin Lang met many people from the same village along the way, and they all cast contemptuous glances at him, and their eyes were full of contempt.

"My son, you must never be like that man in the future. After studying for so many years, you have not learned anything, and you have ruined all the property in the family. You are a prodigal son!"

Lin Lang didn't take this sentence to heart. He came to the entrance of the village and waited for the ox cart in the village.

"Hey, isn't this Lin Xiucai? Why are you carrying a bookcase on your back? Could it be that you are going to take the exam again?" An old lady was carrying a basket and wrapped her head in a blue cloth scarf. Said with a hint of sarcasm.

Lin Lang shook her head, "I'm going to try my luck here, to see if there is anyone alive!"

"Oh, our talented master is going to bow down for five buckets of rice!" The aunt laughed.

Lin Lang didn't want to talk to such a gossip, so when she saw the car coming, she paid a few pennies for the fare and got on it.

The bullock cart swayed and swayed, and this is a dirt road with uneven ground, which is better now, but if it rains, it will be difficult to move an inch.

Lin Lang sat in the carriage for an hour, almost broke his body, and finally arrived at the county seat.

In fact, this county is quite big, and it belongs to the central boundary. Those who come from the south to the north will come here to rest, and there are also many business people here, so it is very lively here.

Lin Lang first found a shady place, put her bookcase on the ground, put a piece of toilet paper on the ground, and sat on it.

"You scholar, what kind of business do you do?" Someone noticed Lin Lang and asked.

Lin Lang looked up, pondered for a while, and said, "I can write letters for you, and I can also help you settle accounts. As for painting, I can also do it, but the guests have to prepare their own paints!"

"Oh, that's just right, old man, I have a batch of cloth that needs to be counted!" The man's eyes lit up. He also came to do business. Although he was smart, he didn't know many words, and he could only do some calculations.

He hired an accountant in Yiyang, but those who can settle accounts are basically scholars, they are full of confidence, and they are very arrogant. If you don’t pay a little more money, you can’t hire them at all. This is also a small business for him. It's almost enough to support myself. If I raise another husband...it will be a bit difficult, so I can only do it by myself every time, but I am stupid, so I suffer a lot of losses.

Now that he heard that the old man could settle accounts, he was very happy, and immediately took him to the cloth shop.

It is very simple to count the cloths today. First, you will count the colors and types of the cloths, and then calculate the prices one by one according to the quantity. Finally, you can make them into a table, which is very simple and clear at a glance.

The owner of the cloth shop was overjoyed. He thought he was just a casually invited person, but he didn't expect that this person had such a great ability that he gave himself a headache. The matter of more than a month was easily resolved in this way, and the account was also done well. It is clear at a glance, and anyone who can read a little can understand what it means?
"Where is the old man from?" The owner of the cloth shop showed joy, and couldn't help but put on a smile, "Your algorithm is very simple, if you don't dislike it, I want to hire you as an accountant on our side, so you don't have to wait every day." Here, you only need to come here every four or five days, but... the price I pay is not particularly high, how about... a tael of silver a month?"

Lin Lang thought about it for a tael of silver, but it was actually considered a high price. One tael of silver can buy a lot of things here, like an ordinary family of five, one tael of silver is enough for them to live for a month.

"That's fine, but you have to send me some money first, the rice is still waiting at home!" Lin Lang said with a smile.

"The old man is really joking, you have such great craftsmanship, how could you starve to death!" The cloth shop owner shook his head with a smile, took out a tael of silver, and handed it over.

Lin Lang didn't explain anything, and took the money to buy some cloth. After all, the boys in the family were still showing off.

After buying these things, Lin Lang went to the bookstore again and bought some ordinary paper and a good writing brush. Just this little thing cost him almost all his money.

"Lin Xiucai, where did you make your fortune? You bought so much cloth?" The bookstore owner and Lin Lang are old acquaintances. After all, the bookstore owner sells books, and Lin Lang is a scholar. He often buys books. We got to know each other like this.

Lin Lang smiled wryly, and said, "Why are you getting rich? My poor family can't even afford to eat. I bought this, and the shopkeeper at my place of work paid me in advance!"

"Oh, you are a scholar, it's very easy to make a fortune..." The bookstore owner also knew that he had said something wrong, so he smiled awkwardly and complimented him a few words.

Lin Lang took it to heart, and after picking out the good things, she looked at the bookstore owner, "We are old acquaintances, so I won't hang out with you, do you need to copy books?"

"This..." The owner of the bookstore looked at Lin Lang, hesitated, and said, "Yes, there are, but all I need are Zanhua Xiaokai, Xiaozhuan, etc... You are suitable for writing Guange style... This..."

"Who said I can't write anymore!" Lin Lang shook her head and said, "I used to practice for a few days in order to be arty!"

"That's really great!" The bookstore owner said with a smile, but the smile didn't come from the heart, because he didn't believe Lin Lang very much, but because of that little friendship, he was too embarrassed to tear his face, so he could only bite her. Gritting his teeth, he offered a copy.

Lin Lang took these things and bought dozens more steamed buns when passing by the steamed bun shop.

Li Shi looked at Lin Lang who had returned, his eyes were full of disbelief, especially when he looked at the things in his hand, his face was full of surprise.

"You... where did you get these things? Could it be possible..." Mrs. Li wanted to make sense, but thinking of her father, who was a scholar after all, it was impossible for him to do such a shameless thing, so he said, "Could it be possible? Was it borrowed from someone else?"

Lin Lang shook her head, "I met a kind cloth shop owner in town today who offered me a job. I paid him a tael in advance, and these things were only bought for that tael!"

"You..." Seeing these things, Li's heart ached and he couldn't say anything. These things can't be eaten or drunk, just like that cloth. You don't need to buy such good ones, you can just buy ordinary ones. And save a lot of money.

"Can't you return it? Our family... has no shortage of clothes to wear now, and..." Li gritted his teeth and asked this sentence.

(End of this chapter)