The time-traveling husband is hard to be

"Xiao Su, it's okay." Seeing Xiao Su's angry face flushed, Mu Xiang patted his head to comfort him.In fact, it doesn't matter whether this person follows him or not, as long as he doesn't come to disturb him.

The ink is divided into pine smoke ink, oil pine ink and oily pine ink. Pine smoke ink is black and dull, and is only suitable for writing. Therefore, general calligraphers and painters choose oily pine ink and oily pine ink. The words and paintings are full of vitality.

Mu Xiang chose two pieces of pine smoke ink, just to practice calligraphy, and another two pieces of oil smoke ink, paid the money, and bought some rice paper along the way.Fortunately, he never spends money recklessly, and has saved his monthly bills so that he has the money to do these things.

After buying it, Mu Xiang didn't go back in a hurry, but turned around.He will be married next year, and my wife will not plan for him, it's just a gift.He doesn't care who he will give himself to. In ancient times, all men have three wives and four concubines, so he just needs to keep his heart.

What he needs now is some property. He doesn't know how much dowry the Mu family can give him, so he can only make plans on his own.

"You want to do business?" Nangong Rui, who had been with him for a long time, watched Mu Xiang stop and go all the way, and couldn't help asking.

At this time, Mu Xiang remembered that there was another person following him, and when he heard the question, he just glanced at the other person lightly, and his steps did not stop, but accelerated a lot.Nangong Rui hurriedly followed, still curious in his heart, when he saw him enter the Mu residence.

Nangong Rui: "..."

This episode passed quickly, and Mu Xiang quickly forgot about it.

In a blink of an eye, more than a month has passed. Mu Xiang has been thinking about how to make money this month, but he has not figured out a way.He did draw up a few plans, but these all required capital. He couldn't even come up with ten taels of silver, so how could he have the capital to do business.In addition, he is cold by nature, doesn't like to go out, and doesn't even have a friend, which makes him a little disheartened.

When he came to ancient times, he accepted it frankly; he didn't have much resistance when he became a baby; even after being wronged from a woman to a twin, he was never dissatisfied or resentful. It was also his happiness to be able to spend this peacefully and alonely.

But now I suddenly feel that my thinking is a little simple, without money, I can't learn how to fight for favor and flattery, his twins are given away, and the only way is to fend for ourselves.

Maybe he could escape, but what about after he escaped?In this world, there is no place for Shuang'er, and I am afraid that the situation will be even more difficult when the time comes.

"In August and autumn, the high wind howled and rolled up the three layers of grass on my house. Mao flew across the river and sprinkled the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hung on the tops of the forest, and the lower ones drifted to Shentang Col. The children in the Nancun village bullied me. Thieves, openly carrying thatch into the bamboo, their lips are scorched and their mouths are too dry to breathe! When they return, they lean on their sticks and sigh. The wind calms the clouds in Russia, and the autumn is deserted to darkness. The quilt has been cold for many years, and the child is lying on the ground and cracked. The head of the bed There is no dry place for leaks in the house, and the rain is like hemp. Since the mourning is chaotic and less sleep, why is it wet all night? There are tens of thousands of mansions in this place, which shelters the poor and the poor all over the world, and is as safe as a mountain without wind and rain!" This is Du Fu's poem. The first poem, "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind", Mu Xiang thought of his own situation, and unconsciously read it out.