Step by step, the source of wealth is advancing, and the years are safe and prosperous.

Xu Jin waved his pen, and a pair of Spring Festival couplets were written, although the little slave who was helping to support the head of the joint next to him showed disdain, in fact, he was quite convinced by Xu Jin's handwriting.

"Little slave, read it to Boss He!" Xu Jin put down his pen and ordered.

"I don't know how to read!" The little slave pursed his lips, such a cheesy Spring Festival couplet, I don't bother to read it.

Xu Jin said lightly: "It turns out that you don't know how to read, so you don't need to watch the follow-up to "Shooting the Condor" in the future." ”

The little slave was suddenly poked into the weakness, gritted his teeth secretly, and read word by word: "Step by step, the source of wealth will advance, and the years will be safe and prosperous!" ”

Xu Jin was secretly funny, sample, even you can't cure it, isn't my brother a fool in his two lives?

At first, the little slave obviously wanted to hide his literacy, but once when he peeked at the manuscript of "Shooting the Condor" that Xu Jin placed on the bookcase, he was broken by Xu Jin.

Every teenager has a martial arts dream, although the little slave looks a little girly, but it is no exception, I was fascinated after watching "Shooting the Condor", every day I took advantage of the cleaning of the study to find Xu Jin's manuscript to see if there was a freshly baked manuscript, if it was a fluke, it would be slaughtered immediately, and after reading it, I could dance all day long, if I didn't find it, I would be depressed, and I wouldn't give Xu Jin a good face.

Once Xu Jin also bumped into this kid when he was burning the fire in the kitchen, he was holding a burning stick and gesturing there, and he had words in his mouth, and he dared to use the burning stick as a dog beating stick. The degree of his obsession can be seen, and because of this, Xu Jin uses this to threaten the little slave, and he is absolutely accurate.

That Boss He is in a small business, and after listening to the little slave read it, he suddenly smiled, this couplet is obviously exactly what he wants, he thanked him repeatedly, and left with satisfaction with the couplet.

At this time, a tall and thin man walked into the store, about thirty years old, with a frost-covered face and a large cloth bag on his shoulder, looking like a postman from the Minxin Bureau.

The postman, as the name suggests, is to deliver letters, and the Ming Dynasty Yongle set up a civil letter bureau to be responsible for the delivery of folk letters.

The postman stamped his foot vigorously, and asked with his upper and lower teeth gacking, "Who...... Who is Xu Jin, there is a letter from home! ”

Xu Jin hurriedly said: "I am!" ”

The postman took out a letter from the big cloth bag and handed it to Xu Jin, the back of his hand was also full of frost cracks and frostbite, sure enough, no matter what dynasty, it is not easy for the common people at the bottom of the society to eat, and it is almost the New Year, the weather is cold, and the postman's eldest brother has to deliver a letter.

Xu Jin took the letter and instructed, "Xiaowan, serve a bowl of hot noodle soup to the postman's brother." ”

"Oh, no...... No, I'm still in a hurry to send it home! The postman hurriedly waved his hand.

Xu Jin smiled and said: "Brother Postman, this won't be delayed for long, it's cold, eat a bowl of noodle soup to warm up your body and have the strength to continue to hurry, I'll invite you!" ”

The postman had a hint of warmth in his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Okay...... Good...... Okay, thank you little brother, but I don't need to be invited, I can still afford to eat a bowl of noodles. ”

The postman sat down at the table next to him, and Xie Xiaowan quickly brought a bowl of hot mutton noodle soup noodles and specially added two eggs.

Xu Jin opened the letter and looked at it, it turned out to be written by Xiaowan's mother's family, some time ago Xu Jin went to a letter, explaining that he had moved to Shangrao County to live, and now he replied there.

Xie Xiaowan heard that it was a letter from home, so she hurriedly came up and asked eagerly, "Xianggong, what did your father say in the letter?" ”

"My son-in-law, see words like faces......"

Xu Jin glanced at it and found that the letter was very short, and looking at the normative beginning, it should be someone to write.

"Old Taishan said that the family is fine, my mother-in-law is in good health, don't worry about it, in addition, Lao Taishan let us not have to rush to visit them after the year, so that I can take the exam with peace of mind."

Xie Xiaowan sighed and said a little disappointed: "That's all?" ”

The little slave next to him probed over and glanced at it, and said, "Sister Xiaowan, the letter also said that your brother will come to visit you after the Yuan Festival!" ”

"Really?" Xie Xiaowan said happily.

Xu Jin nodded with a smile, and then glanced at the little slave unhappily and said, "Don't you know how to read?" ”

I wanted to surprise the little girl, but I was preempted by this kid. The little slave snorted, twisted the tiger hat, and twisted his face to the side proudly.

Xie Xiaowan was so excited that she almost jumped up, her hometown is near Poyang Lake in Yugan County, Raozhou Prefecture, nearly four hundred miles away from Shangrao County, even if it takes two days to take a carriage, so since she married to Xujia Village in Shangrao, she has never returned to her parents' home to save her relatives, and she is naturally very happy to hear that her family is coming at this time.

At this time, the postman had finished eating the noodle soup, his face was obviously a little ruddy, and he asked with a smile: "Little brother, I see that you are putting pen and ink, are you helping people write Spring Festival couplets, it just so happened that I cut two pieces of red paper along the way, I originally wanted to wait for the letter to return to the village to find the old gentleman in the village to write, can you trouble the little brother to write a pair now?" ”

Xu Jin smiled and said, "Naturally, no problem, what do you call the postman's brother?" ”

"My name is Gu Mancang!"

Xu Jin couldn't help but sweat, saying that there is also a person named Xu Mancang in Xujia Village, and there is also a person named Guo Mancang in Guojia Village, this name appears very frequently, but the more it is called Mancang, the poorer the family must be.

"What kind of Spring Festival couplets does Brother Gu want?"

Gu Mancang scratched his head and said, "Little brother, just write me a copy casually, just be lucky." ”

Xu Jin pondered for a moment, and wrote with a pen: Thousands of miles of spring breeze labor, three autumn fangs to send mail Hong. Horizontal batch: SF

The little slave nodded and said: "This Spring Festival couplet is not bad, it is much stronger than those gold and silver, rich and expensive!" ”

Gu Mancang, as a postman, was naturally literate, and after reading the couplet, his eyes suddenly moistened. As a postman, I run around on the road almost every day, eating and drinking, suffering from hunger and cold, gathering less with my family, and leaving more of my family.

Now Xu Jin's Spring Festival couplets showed his respect and respect for the postman's profession, and instantly hit Gu Mancang's tears, and said continuously: "Thank you, Xiaolangjun, thank you!" After speaking, he carefully dried the handwriting before putting it away.

"How much is it?" Gu Mancang folded the Spring Festival couplets and put them into a cloth bag, and then asked.

Xu Jin smiled and said: "Free Spring Festival couplets, no money, and the bowl of noodles is also invited by me, Brother Gu must not shirk, just make a friend!" ”

Gu Mancang hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, then Gu Mou accepted the kindness of the little brother!" After speaking, he arched his hand, went out with the parcel on his back, and glanced back at the signboard of the store as he left: Xu Ji five-spiced haggis.

The little slave glanced at Xu Jin with strange eyes, in his eyes, Xu Papi sometimes had to worry about even a penny, and sometimes he was so generous that he couldn't do it. For example, last time, a diner gave less than a penny, and Xu Jin chased him out and grabbed people to get it back.

Xu Jin smiled and said, "Don't you understand?" What is taken advantage of by others is cheap, and what you give is investment. If you are easily taken advantage of, more people will take advantage of you, but the investment is different, it will pay off. ”

The little slave rolled her eyes, Xu Papi still had a pair of perceptive eyes, she seemed to be unable to escape anything, and raised the bar and said, "What if there is no return on investment?" ”

Xu Jin spread his hands and said: "If you don't have it, you can't do it, just accumulate virtue and do good, anyway, you don't have to worry about him turning around and continuing to take advantage of you!" ”

The little slave nodded thoughtfully: "It seems to make sense!" ”

At this time, a beggar walked through the street outside, and the little slave's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously pulled the earlobes on both sides of the tiger head hat.

Xu Jin frowned imperceptibly, and said lightly: "Do you know that beggar?" ”

The little slave hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said: "That guy is a beggar under Du Cripple in the Chenghuang Temple, called Ma Laoqi, who bullied me before." ”

Xu Jin remembered that Yu Dayou seemed to have beaten the beggars of the Chenghuang Temple before, saying that they were abducted or something, could it be that the little slave was also abducted by them? Tentatively: "Do you want to report to the official?" ”

The little slave shook his head and said, "No need, it's useless to report it, they have collusion with the yacha!" ”

Xu Jin frowned and said lightly: "It's up to you!" ”

……

In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.

In the sound of firecrackers, Xu Jin ushered in the first Chinese New Year's Eve of the Ming Dynasty.

The courtyard door and the front of the store are pasted with Spring Festival couplets written by Xu Jin himself, and the interior of the house is decorated with joy and warmth.

At this time, in the hall, the sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner has been put on the table, a table full of chicken, duck, fish, and meat, the store has been doing good business since its opening, the income is rich, and Xie Xiaowan, who is usually thrifty, has also become generous.

"Little slave, it's time to eat!" Xie Xiaowan put the last plate of vinegared pork ribs on the dining table and shouted to the courtyard outside the door.

Bang Bang Bang Bang ......

The sudden sound of firecrackers in the courtyard startled Xie Xiaowan, and then the little slave ran in from outside, still holding a lit incense stick in his hand, and the face that made the girls jealous was still full of excitement. Obviously, the string of firecrackers just now was set off by this kid!

At this time, the little slave was wearing a tiger head hat, wearing a new dress sewn by Xie Xiaowan, stepping on a pair of mille-feuille boots, and the wide cotton trousers were loosely stuffed into the boots.

Xie Xiaowan took the incense stick from the little slave's hand, and while brushing off the firecracker confetti on his hat and clothes, he taught him a lesson: "Little slave, if the new clothes are burned, see how my sister cleans you up, go wash your hands and eat!" ”

The little slave agreed, and ran to the kitchen to wash his hands with a grin.

Xu Jin said a little sourly: "Xiaowan, do you want to serve a bowl of rice to Xianggong first?" Alas, forget it, I'll serve it myself, and by the way, I'll also serve a bowl for the little slave! ”

Xie Xiaowan laughed out loud and said angrily: "Good husband, can people wait for you, children's vinegar is also eaten, really!" ”