Eat well and sleep well

Zhao Yi woke him up before dawn, Yun also got up early and was making breakfast for them in the kitchen, the yard was quiet, Zhao He sat at the table and nodded his head with Yang Qin.

After breakfast, he made a few more cakes, and set out on the road under the eyes of Yunshi and Zhao He, and took away the hidden fruit by the way. When Zhao Yi went out, he brought a bag with him just to put the fruit.The old man at the gate got up when he heard the sound, and seeing Zhao Yi standing beside Yang Qin, he only asked Zhao Yi to press his fingerprint and let them go.Yang Qin thought to himself: It's quite advanced to go out and check in.

The town was really far away, and I broke my legs before I reached the gate of the town. The town didn't look too big or small, but there were actually two soldiers standing outside the gate, which said Qingshui Town.Originally, there was no money to enter the town, because the fruit on his back cost four more coppers. Fortunately, Zhao Yi hid half of it from Wang's yesterday.Yang Qin still sucked toothpaste, it's really expensive.

Zhao Yi did not ask Yang Qin to set up a stall to sell fruit, but directly led him to a bookstore.The owner of the bookstore is an old man in his 60s with a long beard, and he is very polite to Zhao Yi.

"Old Zheng, this is the Yang Qin I mentioned yesterday." As he spoke, he pushed Yang Qin forward.

Yang Qin kept looking at the old man's beard, it was really long, comparable to the hair of those women in the previous life, and it was well maintained, smooth and shiny.The old man's surname is Zheng, and he is also well-known. Everyone in the town calls him Mr. Zheng. What he is most satisfied with is the beard he grew.

Yang Qin looked young and good-looking, and Zhao Yi brought him here, so Mr. Zheng was satisfied.He still asked: "You can read."

Yang Qin nodded.

Elder Zheng took out another book and pointed to a line of words on it for him to read, and Yang Qin read it obediently.Elder Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

We talked for fifty copper coins a day, and the room and board were in the backyard of the shop.Yang Qin was a little surprised. At that time, Zhao Yi and Wang were talking about twenty copper coins a day, which is understandable after thinking about it.There was indeed a member of the Li family in the town who was recruiting people to work, but he did not include food and lodging. After Zhao Yi promised to come back every day to chop firewood, boil water and move books for Mr. Zheng, he also lived in the backyard.

He left some of the fruits in his pocket for Mr. Zheng, and Zhao Yi carried all the others away.Mr. Zheng originally lived in the backyard with his buddy, and the buddy would take care of his daily life every day. A few days ago, the buddy had something to do at home, so he asked for leave and went back. Mr. Zheng posted a recruitment notice outside the door, although Zhao Yi didn’t know him. He didn't speak words, but he also understood the discussions of the people around him, so he recommended Yang Qin over.Because Zhao Yi had helped Mr. Zheng, Mr. Zheng agreed to let Yang Qin try.

The buddy left, and of course the job fell on Yang Qin. Before, he thought the salary was quite high, but now he thinks it should be.But it's not bad, Zhao Yi only made about forty copper coins a day.

Yang Qin's job was to put back the books that the guests had drawn out. At noon, Mr. Zheng would replace him with cooking, and if he was busy, he would directly buy some from the restaurant opposite.

He is still a cook. Didn't Zhao Yi say that Mr. Zheng is a scholar?

At noon, he simply ordered noodles, cracked two eggs, and put a handful of green vegetables. Mr. Zheng didn't mind, he ate with relish, and asked Yang Qin to order another bowl.

When Zhao Yi came over at night, all the fruits in the bag were gone.Zhao Yi took out a piece of silver from his pocket, Yang Qin was also stunned, the fruit is so valuable.

"A concubine from Yuanwai Li likes the fruits in the mountains, and this is a reward." Zhao Yi explained.

Yang Qin nodded when he heard this, and immediately put away the money. He picked the fruit himself, and the money from the sale belongs to him. As for Zhao Yi, he still has to hand over twenty Wen to his grandmother for his daily salary.Zhao Yi didn't think there was anything wrong when he saw it.

The place where Zhao Yi works serves lunch at noon, but not in the morning and evening.Mr. Zheng seems to be very rich, and he will reimburse him when he buys vegetables, and he never said that he will charge Zhao Yi for the meal. Since Zhao Yi helped him sell the fruit for a good price, he should take this opportunity to make up for it. So I decided to cook seriously in the evening, and I can't pass it off with an egg fried rice like today, although Zheng Lao and Zhao Yi ate very delicious.

Zhao Yi only told Zheng Lao that Yang Qin was a younger brother of his relatives, fearing that Yang Qin's status as a male wife would attract criticism.They still sleep together at night, they are all men anyway.

In the morning Yang Qing ordered noodles again, this time with pickled vegetables and shredded pork.

Zhao Yi left after dinner, Yang Qin first said hello to Mr. Zheng and went to buy groceries, if it was late, there would be no more, and even if there were, they would be left behind.It was strange for Yang Qin to be a man crowded among a group of women, but it didn't cause much commotion. Although there were few men buying vegetables, it wasn't that there were none, and the shop assistants often came to buy vegetables.

The dishes for the evening were also bought together.After buying vegetables, I went to the sauce store to buy miso and sugar. Most of the sugar here is very dark in color, and it looks like it has not been refined too much, but it is better than nothing.

At noon, it was a simple eggplant topping, and an egg flower was made for pickle soup.Mr. Zheng has never eaten this kind of rice, but usually on the pier, he has seen people pour the vegetables brought from home on the rice and eat it directly.

When it was almost dark, there were only a few scholars scattered in the store, and Mr. Zheng was sitting behind the counter reading.He simply said something and went back to the backyard.

The rice is white rice, and the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and sugar are relatively complete. It seems that there is no habit of using ginger as a seasoning here, and pepper is usually used to remove fishy smell.Yang Qin planned to go to the pharmacy when he had time to look for it. He remembered that he had read in a book that many seasonings were originally used as medicine.

A sweet and sour pork ribs. Sugar is quite expensive, but pork ribs are not bad. Fat meat is more expensive here, but those with bones are much cheaper. When bidding for the price, Mr. Zheng just let him figure it out. Of course, Yang Qin would not polite.

Another plate of fried leeks and eggs, garlic fried small greens and a pickled vegetable tofu soup, the portion is relatively large, enough for three people.After finishing the meal, Zhao Yi also came back covered in dust.It is normal for Mr. Li to recruit people to build the yard.

Zheng Lao closed the door early and sat at the table waiting for dinner, Yang Qin suddenly felt how virtuous he was.Zhao Yi seemed embarrassed to sit at the same table for dinner. There was nothing there yesterday, but today the dishes looked richer, and he always felt that this was not a good idea, but Mr. Zheng beckoned him to sit down together.

Yang Qin has always felt that Mr. Zheng is not an ordinary book seller, not only because he looks richer, but also that people in the town will call him "Mr. Zheng" when they see him. There is also a book shop across the street. The number of guests inside is far less than that of Mr. Zheng's.

Although I am curious, I don't care too much, as long as it doesn't affect my own interests.

Mr. Zheng likes to have a drink at night, and he basically regards sweet and sour pork ribs as an appetizer.Although Yang Qin is also carnivorous, since the benefactor likes it, he will not rush to eat it. Besides, there are enough eggs, and occasionally he can give Zhao Yi some.Mr. Zheng didn't care about Yang Qin's actions, but occasionally glanced at Zhao Yi who was eating with his head down.

After eating, Mr. Zheng took out a book from somewhere and gave it to Yang Qin. Yang Qin looked at the words "The Analects of Confucius" on the book, and a few black lines almost appeared on his forehead.

"I think you are a plastic talent. Take this book and read it first. I will check it in a few days." Zheng Lao stroked his beard and said to Yang Qin.

Yang Qin was about to refuse, but Zhao Yi stopped him.

When he was in the shop, Mr. Zheng saw that Yang Qin was able to arrange the books in the shop to be more convenient for people to use, and occasionally he would hold the books in the shop to read, which seemed quite smart.It just so happens that the fault of being a good teacher has happened. Seeing that Yang Qin is more pleasing to the eye, and the cooking is also very suitable for his own taste, I don't mind giving him some advice.

In fact, Yang Qin just stayed there with nothing to do, just picked up a book to consolidate his understanding of the text here, he didn't remember the content of the book at all, he just sorted the books, anyone with a bit of a brain can do it.

Lying on the bed and putting aside the Analects of Confucius, Zhao Yi took it over and carefully flipped through it. Yang Qin thought for a while and asked, "Do you want to learn?"

Zhao Yi didn't deny it either, and replied: "Zhao He is still young, maybe he will have the opportunity to become a scholar in the future."

Well, there is a chance, if Mrs. Wang is willing to pay for the repair.

"You study hard, and you can teach Xiaohe when you go back." Zhao Yi touched the book cover again and said.

"Huh?" Yang Qin couldn't react, and Zhao Yi repeated his thoughts again.

Yang Qin supported his head and thought about it, and finally stretched out two fingers: "Not much, every time I teach you two copper coins for hard work, who knows if your grandma will order you to do this or that after you go back, I have to teach your younger brother, of course, you can also learn together at the side without charging you."

Zhao Yi didn't take the matter of collecting money seriously, seeing that Yang Qinlian himself was willing to teach, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Yang Qin had learned a few Analects of Confucius when he was in school in his previous life, but he didn't study it seriously because of family reasons. The original body remembered a little bit, but it wasn't very deep.

Yang Qin hated memorization, but in order to deal with Mr. Zheng, he taught Zhao He that he could memorize it by rote. Mr. Zheng was satisfied when he did random checks.

Soon, the Analects of Confucius was finished, and Mr. Zheng took out another copy of "Mencius".In Zhao Yi's anticipation, he could only bite the bullet, but his poor memory is born. When Mr. Zheng checked again, Mencius could recite it, and the Analects of Confucius forgot a lot.Old Zheng's beard blew up.So that night, Yang Qin received a stack of paper and a brush.

When showing the silent paper to Mr. Zheng, Yang Qin could clearly see the corners of Mr. Zheng's eyes twitching.There is no way, the original body did not inherit the skill of using the brush, so thank God if it can be written without blurring.

Before going to bed, Yang Qin had an extra task, to practice big characters.Zhao Yi also practiced with him.

A few days later, Zhao Yi's handwriting looked good, and Yang Qin's handwriting was finally readable.Of course, the corners of Zheng Lao's eyes still twitch.

Mr. Zheng never thought about it, so many scholars refused to ask him to be his teacher. Finally, he saw a pleasing one who wanted to be trained and accepted as a student, but he missed his eyes. Others are simply unbearable.If it weren't for the only hobby in this life, eating, I would have forgotten that kid in a corner.

These days, Zhao Yi felt that it was the happiest life he had ever lived after his father left. Every day when he came back, someone would prepare a meal, and he could practice calligraphy with him at night, but he had never even touched a writing brush before.After all, Zhao Yi is only seventeen or eighteen years old. Although he looks mature on the outside, he still has a desire in his heart.

But Yang Qin felt that he was more unlucky, not to mention being sold out when he woke up, and he was forced to practice big characters after finding a job that seemed relatively leisurely.