In the early morning, the east reveals the white and milky white mist of the fish's belly, floating on the river, and the boats are slowly moving, looming in the thick fog. In the thick fog, the peasant family floated over the wooden barrel to get water, and the river houses on both sides of the river, the stone steps reflected, as if forming a painting.

The prosperity of the green building has been dispersed with the silence of the sound of silk and bamboo, and the quiet market has become lively again with the hawkers rushing to the market.

The vegetable farmer who carried vegetables on the street passed by the tired reader who had just come out of the door of the green building.

In the paper room at the mouth of Dengyingfang Lane, Boss Ding yawned and commanded his men to smoke the door panel piece by piece, and he lit a tube of fried cigarettes and smoked it slowly, so as to refresh himself.

At this time, a voice came from the door of the store: "Boss, come with a knife of bamboo paper." ”

Boss Ding glanced at the visitor, but saw that the other party was thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a square scarf on his head, wearing clean clothes, his eyes were shining, and his face was full of vitality.

Boss Ding put down the cigarette pipe and said with a warm smile: "Young Master Lin, so early, it's time to buy paper again!" ”

The reader smiled and said, "Yes, boss, I ran out of paper I bought last time."

"It's so hard!" Boss Ding commanded, "Do you still want Pucheng bamboo paper that is open on both sides?" ”

"Yes," the scholar nodded and said, "Can the boss be cheaper, old customers, take care of it!" ”

The guy on the side picked up the paper knife, cut it on a large stack of paper, made a crisp sound of wiping the floor, and then tied it with paper tape with a neat movement.

Boss Ding laughed and said: "A knife of bamboo paper is only fifty-five yuan, if you bargain again, I will lose money, okay, since you say so, it is better for you to buy two knives, and then you will be cheaper for ten yuan, our neighbors, in the future, if you win the show, don't forget to invite your brother and me to have a drink." ”

"Shiwen, hey, thank you, definitely, definitely," the scholar smiled, "Boss, since you are so bold, come with a big piece of paper, this time it will be cheaper for a penny." ”

"Huh?" Boss Ding looked at the reader in front of him, but saw that he had a harmless smile on his face.

This scholar is Lin Yanchao, he went home with two knives of paper, and couldn't help but sigh that it was not easy to read.

The lowest kind of bamboo paper, used to practice calligraphy are reluctant, a knife costs fifty wen, and the large paper used to write a scroll, a knife costs three dollars of silver, as for the most expensive bowl of red paper, it is expensive to the point of ten pieces of silver.

Walking into the alley with the roll, it was empty, and then passing through the narrow quilt, to the front of the house, and moving in step by step.

Holding a basin of water, Qianqian walked out of the door of the house and said, "Brother Chao, you go buy paper pullers!" Why don't you let me go? ”

Lin Yanchao said with a smile: "It's just a few steps, why is this little thing bothering you, I can't go?" ”

Lin Qianqian said: "I see that you are so late to read every day, so hurry up and have breakfast, I cooked hot porridge and vinegared seaweed." ”

Lin Yanchao said: "Let's finish writing the volume first, I will hand over five articles to my husband tomorrow, and I have only written three." ”

Saying that, Lin Yanchao walked through the front yard, crossed the patio, and arrived at the backyard, at this time the uncle got up, put on his clothes and went to the yamen after eating, and when he saw Lin Yanchao, he smiled and said: "Work so hard!" ”

Lin Yanchao nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Let's have dinner together."

"No, I'll write the paper first." After speaking, Lin Yanchao went upstairs.

The uncle said to the eldest lady with a sigh: "Look at how hard the tide is!" Is Life Extension still sleeping? ”

The eldest mother said: "It's spring, the young man is sleepy, let him sleep a little longer." ”

Lin Yanchao walked to the small building, pushed open the window, there were white walls and tiles outside the window, and several buildings stood there, and you could see boats and boats on the Antai River from a distance. The saddle wall in the distance, the noise outside the alley, is blocked by most of the half, the small building is not noisy at all, and it is not quiet to the extreme, just right, just suitable for reading, writing papers.

He took a large piece of paper and spread it out, put it on a paperweight, and began to write about the topic that Lin Yan had written to himself.

The tip of the pen rustled on the paper, and a piece of white paper was quickly dyed with ink, and the ink was dried out, Lin Yanchao looked at it from beginning to end and retouched it again.

After writing a volume, I don't know when breakfast has been placed on the side of the table.

Lin Yanchao knew that Lin Qianqian came here, and every time she read by herself, she was afraid of disturbing herself, so she came quietly, or because she was too serious and didn't find out.

Lin Yanchao ate the porridge, the porridge was still a little warm, and it was boiled just right, and the raw seaweed with vinegar was put on it, and the taste was just right. Lin Yanchao didn't eat two bowls in a row, although he was still unsatisfied, for fear that if he ate too much, he would get tired and have no intention of reading.

And the street outside gradually became prosperous, faintly, the sound of the hawker bargaining floated to his window, Lin Yanchao couldn't help but smile, opened the book and read it at the moment, put the article of the Tang and Song Dynasty masters on the desk, and read it aloud.

With Lin Yanchao's talent, this book of eight major literary banknotes has already been memorized throughout, and now I will read it a few more times to read the article thoroughly.

Lin Yan said that he had four books and five classics, and Cheng Zhu's annotations had been made into a small success, and now he wanted to dabble in eight major literary banknotes to increase his rhetoric.

A morning was spent in the sound of reading aloud, and there was someone from the government in the middle, it was Master Zhang who had something to trouble Lin Yanchao. But Lin Yanchao resigned, and he promised that Lin Yan would never be distracted by other things before the county exam, but just study hard and specialize in sage books.

After lunch, Lin Qianqian redoubled his efforts and reorganized a lot of good dishes for Lin Yanchao, and he also served them on a small case.

After Lin Yanchao ate, he lay on the bed for a while, didn't fall asleep, just lay down to recuperate, and relaxed a little.

When the lazy afternoon sun shone in front of the window, Lin Yanchao got up in a hurry, picked up the calligraphy and practiced calligraphy stroke by stroke, wrote for a whole hour, and spent five pieces of bamboo paper bought in the morning.

After writing the notebook, Lin Yanchao put on his clothes, put on the money, and went out.

Lin Yanchao walked out of the alley and went directly to the south of the city, he was going to the bookstore to buy books. The T-shaped street outside the Fuxue Palace is dedicated to the business of scholars.

At present, Lin Yanchao walked outside the Fuxue Palace, and there were many scholars on the street, and there were only 3,000 students in various prefectures in Fujian, and there were more than ten times as many children who had passed the county examination.

Lin Yanchao walked to several bookstores and learned that this year's Spring Festival has been released, and Cheng Wenyanmo, who will take the palace test, has been sold all over the street, and Sun Jigao, the champion of the palace test, has been selected by the examiner all the way from the county test to the palace test.

Many readers stood at the door of the bookstore and read with relish.

Lin Yanchao patted his wallet and sighed, reading is really expensive, I don't know how many soldiers of the three armies will be killed in battle, so I left the bookstore immediately.

The guy immediately greeted him courteously and said, "Is the guest officer buying the newly arrived Shi Wen Yanmo, or buying the subset of scriptures and histories?" ”

Lin Yanchao asked at the moment: "Is there the latest big and small question Wenfu?" ”

The man's heart said to the big customer, and said with a smile: "Yes, it was revised in the thirty-fourth year of Jiajing." ”

"Take a look." Lin Yanchao said casually.

The guy offered it at the moment, and after Lin Yanchao opened the book, he read a few articles at random, shook his head and said, "It's all old, not new." ”

The guy looked embarrassed, and the shopkeeper walked out from behind the cabinet and said: "This guest officer, I have been in Longqing for four years, and Cheng Wen has a large collection, which is also similar to the big and small title Wenfu, but there are only ten volumes, and there are ten volumes that need to be transferred from elsewhere, do you take a look at it first, and then decide after being satisfied." ”

Lin Yanchao nodded, took the "Cheng Wen Collection" and read it, nodded and said, "Finally, there is something new." ”

Lin Yanchao flipped it, at least fifty percent, which he had not memorized before.

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "Many of the current texts here are included in the Jiajing period, and you see that even the provincial and township trial texts in the fourth year of Longqing are also included." ”

"Okay, that's him, how much?"

"Twenty volumes, I want one or two taels of silver, and the guest officer is kind, since I want it, I will accept you one or two."

"It's expensive, these two copies of this year's exam, the submission of the provincial township test, send me to make an addition, okay?"

The shopkeeper glanced at each other and suddenly ......

PS: It's Kavin, it's a little late, forgive me.