Traveling through the farmhouse: there is room for the group pet Fubao

Chapter 71 Discrimination

"Mom, do you want to live in the city? Our family doesn't necessarily have to farm."

Although I don't plant them myself, those unique seeds can also be planted by others. I have plans to go wherever I go. For example, there is a big yard in the city now, and Chu Tian thinks it is good to do business in the city.

"I think so, but how does our family live in the city?"

"Our family will not be short of money if we start a small business casually."

Chu Tianxin said, mother, keep pretending, and if you don't talk to dad, I won't expose it.

"Apart from selling some mountain goods, your father really doesn't know anything else."

"I know."

"you?"

Well, Tang Yun was powerless to refute his daughter for offering a recipe of several hundred taels of silver plus a house, who made her give birth to a little fairy, but it’s just that the girl can’t always sell the prescription, right?Besides, it is rare for Fangzi to be able to afford such a high price.

After eating in the restaurant, the mother and daughter chatted.

Before we could talk about why, we went from the restaurant to the bookstore.

When you enter a restaurant, the clothes of the mother and daughter always make the shopkeeper and the waiters feel that they can’t pay the bill, but the restaurant only needs two dollars. Bookstores are truly despised.

In the eyes of bookstore shopkeepers, it's not that women can't buy books, but that almost all women who buy books are rich ladies.At least the family can afford to hire a private school teacher to teach the daughter of the family, and the women of ordinary families are almost illiterate.

And now, although Tang Yun, Chutian, and her daughter are neatly dressed, that's all. The shopkeeper of the bookstore doesn't consider whether you have any money, but what books you bought because you can't read?

Therefore, when Chu Tian flipped through the pages, the shopkeeper of the bookstore couldn't help but say, "Little girl, don't flip through if you don't understand, those books are so expensive, many of them are single copies."

"Oh..." Chu Tian glanced at the ten lines to find the books she was interested in, and was misunderstood as sabotage, but she only had one and didn't have time to pay attention to it.

"Little girl..." Don't pretend to be an educated person if you don't understand, the shopkeeper swallowed the latter sentence, because he had to receive young people who were entering the store.

"Hey, Zhang Xiucai, are there any good poems today?"

"Master Lu, how can you say that there are good poems? I'm here to see if there are any copybooks."

"You said that you can earn much more by concentrating on writing a first-class poem than by copying the book for half a year. A few days ago, Wu Xiucai's poem was sold for ten taels of silver."

The shopkeepers of bookstores here usually collect some poems and scriptures, and then resell them to earn the difference from the middleman. Of course, only shopkeepers with a certain appreciation ability can eat this bowl of rice.

The higher the price, the more the shopkeeper earns. Therefore, he wished that someone would send poems every day.

He does not mean that.

Since entering Luozhou City, Chu Tian really understands the value of one tael of silver. According to one tael of silver, it is 2000 yuan, and ten taels is [-]. Poetry, copy everything I remember to the shopkeeper, this money is easy to earn Very good!

Traveling to the overhead dynasty to be a copy of the public, and lying down to make money is the kind of work that is said.

I am not short of money now, but I don't think I have too much money, do I?
Chu Tian finally stopped flipping through the shopkeeper's lonely copy that looked like an eyeball.

The shopkeeper also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Treasurer, ten taels of silver for a poem?"

Shopkeeper Lu rolled his eyes and hummed with his nose.

"What kind of poem do you want? I have it."

"Little girl, let's go. I said that you should take care of her as an elder. I don't have time to greet her."

The shopkeeper's tone was relieved, and the little girl came to disturb him again, so he could only stare at Tang Yun.

Tang Yun gave the girl enough freedom, and both mother and daughter didn't bother to pay attention to the shopkeeper's contempt, so I love to stare at you.

It’s just Chu Tian’s words, I have. Several scholars in the bookstore looked at her, wondering if half of your older children can compose poetry?
Especially that Zhang Xiucai.

(End of this chapter)