You are not a white lotus at all [Quick Transmigration]

After cooking a bowl of green vegetable noodles, Ye Simian shared today's steamed buns between the two, and then ran out again in the middle of the night, imitating it outside the private school with a branch, drawing the same character back and forth.

There is a pair of couplets hanging at the entrance of the private school, and the words on it are vigorous and powerful.

There are many ghost symbols on the ground nearby, and you can only see the original meaning if you look carefully.

——The sun and the moon are the eyes of heaven and earth, and the hearts of sages and sages are filled with thousands of volumes of poems and books.

After drawing another word, Ye Simian looked up at the couplet, drew another one on the ground, and then another...

A row of "日" characters come down, each character is still the same as before, with its own twists and turns, and it is still so unbearable to the eyes - it can be recognized at a glance, all because of the simple structure of the characters.

Chang Yuan gestured at the door of the private school, Ye Simian saw it, ran to the door of the private school dejectedly, and stared at the top word from a distance.

Chang Yuan was lying on the wall before, staring at the yard.

The people in the yard hid themselves from the sudden movement, and were glad that they were not found, thinking that the boy outside had no time to take care of himself:

Although another meaning of this sentence seems to be that the words I wrote are not worth much, but at this time, I shouldn't care about it.Otherwise, a gentleman standing here in the middle of the night with disheveled clothes and disheveled hair would be indecent no matter how you look at it.

After a long time, Ye Simian outside the courtyard went back to pick up the branches again.

He no longer imitated the unrestrained and unrestrained atmosphere he had done with one stroke, but squatted down and wiped a big "日" character on the ground little by little.

The gentleman poked his head to see how he moved.

When an outline came out, Ye Simian ran to look at it, came back to perfect a side, Ye Simian ran to look again, came back, and adjusted another edge, Ye Simian continued to run...

Mr. probed back and forth, hiding behind the wall, and back and forth dozens of times, until Ye Simian finally finished the modification, and finally admired the big word on the ground with his hips on his hips.

The husband glanced curiously, but he could only see the general idea.

Ye Simian began to practice at the side with that big character over and over again.

There was a sound coming from a distance, and the husband hid like a frightened bird, only later did he realize that no one could see him through the crack of the door, so he looked back with peace of mind.

He saw Ye Simian skillfully wiped off all the handwriting, stepped on the ground, and quickly squatted into the water tank.Ye Simian didn't come out until the people were far away, and continued to practice hard under the bright moonlight that was rarely seen tonight.

Word by word was written, and time passed quickly. When the sky was getting brighter, Ye Simian looked up and restored everything to the original state, and left with the bucket again.

Mr. went out on countless nights when he was insomnia, and went out for the first time after seeing Ye Simian for the first time, and found that there was no obvious trace at the same place.

No wonder no one else has found this out.

After thinking about it, Mr. went back to the yard and closed the door.

An hour later, the water that the adults had picked out in half an hour or less was placed outside the school. After completing the task, Ye Simian took the reward from others, and went to a pastry shop to clean the furniture and carry the flour.

The boss casually chatted with someone about the recent bad business, Ye Simian asked, "Boss, can you let me try to solicit customers for you?"

The boss was surprised for a while, and asked Ye Simian to promise that he would not damage the store's reputation and interests, and then reluctantly nodded.

Ye Simian heard that she bought two cakes with her own reward, broke them into small pieces and put them in a small oil paper box, and asked someone to try them when she went out.

The boss of Chang Yuanxue propped his head on his arms and put his weight on the cabinet.

"Sister, do you want to try the new walnut cake? Our boss just made it." He said a small piece of walnut cake and handed it over.

The girl took it and tasted it, and liked it a little, so she bought two catties of walnut cakes with a small bag of lotus seed cakes under her eager eyes.

The boss nodded and put a penny on a piece of greased paper.

Long arity, one.

"Auntie, do you want to buy some pumpkin cakes for your brothers and sisters? Mung bean cakes, pumpkin cakes, walnut cakes, hawthorn cakes...you can come in and have a look if you want anything else."

The person in charge of the purchase smiled, went in for a couple of casual strolls, and ordered some melon seed halva and said he would get it when he came back.

The boss posted another article.

Long arity, two.

……

After a morning market time, Chang Yuan counted up to 28, and Ye Simian finally entered the pastry shop again.

The boss made up the whole thing and handed him [-] Wen, boasting that he really knows how to solicit customers, and said in his heart, little ghosts are indeed more likable than adults.

Consider getting anyone in your family to try it.

Ye Simian took the money and asked, "Boss, if I can bring more people back tomorrow, can you give me more?"

The boss hesitated for a while, Ye Simian gestured and said, "Many, many people."

So the boss nodded, and referred to the one person, one article that he had previously called the shots, to two people and three articles.

The next day, the pastry shop was full of people.

The nephew that the boss called yesterday didn't learn how to pull people along with him. They all rushed to help sell the pastries, and the boss himself returned the goods in the backyard——

Among the people who came to buy pastries, the first few batches in the morning were basically entrusted.

After returning the goods and paying back the money again, the boss saw Ye Simian handing out wages by himself, and found that he paid these people one penny each time.

In the evening, after the cakes were sold, the boss did the calculations, and found that his account today was worth ten times what he had received in the past. After Ye Simian took the payment from him, he did the calculations, and found that he was sitting in the backyard to hand out the money today, but he earned yesterday's pure money. The profit is more than ten times - after removing the wages paid before.

"Gao." After paying the money, the boss dismissed his nephew and asked, "What other tricks does Gao have? I have plenty of money, and I can raise the price."

Ye Simian apologized: "Thank you, boss, but there is no more. You must know that today I am so reckless and risky to invite people to cheat, and I am not afraid that the money I have advanced is in vain. It is because I am sure that your pastries are delicious. I am sure that if more people come and try, your pastries will be loved and bought by many people, and I am sure that I will not lose money - the premise of all this is that I know your pastries are delicious, and your pastries That's true." The boss smiled when he heard this, and Ye Simian continued, "There are more people buying now, and there will be more repeat customers. Boss, you just need to continue to make delicious pastries in the future. You don't need to be like today. Such a fake."

After nodding, although the boss was disappointed, he still handed out the clothes he prepared earlier, saying that these were worn by his nephew before, and he left them when he was too young, and now he doesn't know if Ye Simian wants it.

Ye Simian looked at the frayed point on the sleeve: "Thank you boss."

Aunt Zhang has bad eyesight, and usually he is sewing where the clothes are damaged, but if he can sew clothes, it means he can make clothes.

"However, I think boss, you can sell it in this way." Ye Simian took the clothes, touched the quality and said, "I found that some of the pastries in your shop are selling fast, and some are slow, so I think you You can try to combine some that are selling slowly with many that are selling fast, and use oiled paper to pack them in advance to match various pastries in a certain amount and proportion, and then explain to people to buy them back in such a bag. The reason can be said yes……

There are a lot of people today, and the pastries were said to have taken up a lot of time for the guests. You felt sorry for this and thought of this method. You want everyone to leave with a bag of pastries as soon as they arrive. There is no need to wait or waste time. By the way, you can let everyone With so many flavors in one pack, try them all. "

The boss nodded after hearing this, and quickly thought that it is possible to combine the popular with the popular, or the package with a higher degree of overlap...

Ye Simian went out with the purse, thanked the boss, the boss waved and said, "Come here often when I have something to do."

"Well, I still have to clean this street every seven days, see you in a few days~" Ye Simian reminded, the boss realized that he was still a part-time job in essence, the kind of person who needed someone to help, so he smiled.

Turning around, after saying goodbye again, Ye Simian bought all the medicinal materials with the money, and then heard Chang Yuan say which street was quarreling, which street had a lot of children, which street was full of water, and which street had vicious dogs wandering around...

Avoid them all.

"More than 300 Wen..." Chang Yuan, who had lived with Ye Simian for ten years in the human world, sighed at the medicinal materials after checking, feeling a bit of heartache because of the passing of another sum of money that he started from nothing.

How many times has it been like this every time, as soon as I get some money and items after hard work, I turn around and immediately come back empty-handed.

Chang Yuan lamented: "Another hard work for nothing."

"If I'm not mistaken, I haven't reached the point where I can keep my money." Ye Simian also sighed, "So I can only earn as much as I need, and come back with almost the same money after I confirm that I can spend it all."

Chang Yuan shook his head: "Oh..."

Ye Simian: "Oh~"

Chang Yuan sighed: "Oh..."

Ye Simian: "Oh~"

Chang Yuan: ...why learn from me.

After a pause, Chang Yuan heard Ye Simian laugh twice, and slowly put his heart back: Why are you sighing, anyway, it’s not me who is working hard, and it’s not me who can’t keep money, how hard it is at this stage, how leisurely It's not me who is so poor.

After a while of silence, he continued to check his surroundings.

Ye Simian listened to the news, smiled and picked the most peaceful and least accident-probable route, took the clothes and medicinal materials back, and then continued to cook medicine for Aunt Zhang as yesterday.

After decocting the medicine, Ye Simian gestured at the old clothes, took off the new clothes and put them away.

Aunt Zhang was asked to stay at home to rest for the past two days due to typhoid fever. Now that she saw him coming back, she asked a few questions, and heard Ye Simian say what she did today, what happened outside, who had mood swings... and he took It is really lucky that the salary is just enough to buy the money for the medicinal materials that the doctor said.

Aunt Zhang nodded in agreement: "Well, I'm so lucky."

After the meal, Ye Simian found straw tips and bundled them together, tied them with a small wooden stick and dipped them in clean water, and wrote on the slate stroke by stroke to make sure it was still usable.

At night, he came to the private school again with his homemade brush, and started drawing ghostly characters on the stone slab outside the door with a half gourd and a spoonful of water.

The slate was soaked for a while. He wiped the slate, carefully put the gourd spoon in place, and then wanted to continue with the stick.

Just in time, Mr. reminded from behind: "Cough."

Chang Yuan followed suit at the same time: "Cough."

Ye Simian looked at her husband terrifiedly, and Mr. Chang Yuanpao thought that he was terrified at her, and then followed her husband and said softly, "Get up."

Mr. helped Ye Simian up, and said softly, "Get up."

Ye Simian stood up and gestured to Chang Yuan, indicating that he would settle accounts later.

Chang Yuan imitated Mr. Hui and imitated him again, returning the same gesture as if looking in a mirror.

Then, the husband led Ye Simian to the desk and asked him to write two words.

Ye Simian tried his best to write "Day", but the husband frowned and opened it again.

Mr.: "You are very persevering, hardworking, and motivated..."

Chang Yuan said to him in advance: "But!"

Mr.: "However, your foundation is too weak, and your handwriting is not as good as that of a six or seven-year-old child who just entered a private school."

Ye Simian nodded, looking a little ashamed.

"But hard work can make up for it." Another turning point, the husband turned to comfort, "You haven't been to a private school for a day, and I heard that there is no one to teach at home. It's not bad if you can write like this by yourself."

With Ye Simian's expression suddenly brightened, the husband said, "Why don't you help me copy poetry books, and I will teach you something as a reward when you don't understand?"

Ye Simian: "Thank you sir!"

The husband looked calm, saying that sometimes he would get tired after copying poems and books for a long time.

Chang Yuan made a sound in an instant, forgetting what he had been imitated before: "Is your luck going to start?" Before Ye Simian answered, he said again, "It's about to change your luck!"

"Maybe." Ye Simian swallowed the answer, "The fate of Linghua Zhenjun shows that he will stay in the academy for a long time. I think I may also stay in the private school for a while."

Although, Linghua Zhenjun's encounter in the academy is not a development, or a sign of development.

——But there is still a "but" in this world.

Things like fate generally only have a big plan for a person's life, and generally only record various major events, not accurate to all the big and small events of a person's life.

Just like now, his current fate compared with that of Linghua Zhenjun should be: he was so poor and penniless during this period of time.

But he will still eat and drink enough to buy medicines and decocts penniless outside of his fate, and he will also receive the boss’s clothes penniless outside of his fate, and he will also be penniless outside his fate. The gentleman has a pen and paper in his hand.