There's something wrong with my master.

If nothing unexpected happens, some local bullies begging here will come out to make things difficult for him.

The young man skillfully put away the silver and broke through the encirclement before the local bullies could get around.

Walking on the street, I bought two steamed buns to fill my stomach, and used the remaining money to buy expensive pens and ink.

After doing this, he sat on the street again.

But this time it’s not begging, but helping people write letters.

During that chaotic time, many people in the city lost contact with the outside world.

Now that the chaos is over, the letter-writing business should be pretty good.

After all, not many people can read these days.

The young man shouted a few words, and soon people gathered around him.

The first to arrive were soldiers who were transferred here and whose hometowns were far away.

Then there are those who have been separated from their loved ones.

The young man saw that more and more people were gathering around him, and he no longer had enough ink and paper.

He said, "It's time to close the stall. Please come back early tomorrow."

After saying this, he ignored the complaining voices, put away his pen, put the copper coins and silver in his arms, and went to the cloth shop to cut a piece of cloth.

Moon white.

"how long?"

He asked the tailor in the shop.

"Sir, you can come and pick up your clothes in seven days."

"So slow."

The young man complained, then stood up, put on his old clothes, and walked away without looking back.

"By the way, what's your name?" The shop assistant chased after him and asked loudly.

"The surname Yun means famous, and the word Liu means wandering."

After thinking about it, he felt that it was not right, and said, "The flow of wind."

I've been wandering for so long, I'm a bit tired of it.

I want to live a stable life from now on.

But the city always feels a little too noisy. Never mind. I’m too lazy to move to another place.

Chapter 393: Life is Fun

If you want to live a comfortable life in troubled times, you need not only your brains but also strong military power.

Otherwise, no matter how smart you are, you may be hacked to death by a burly and rough man.

In a stable world, if you have a relatively smart brain, you can live a good life.

Take Yun Liu for example. During the chaotic period before, he was so hungry that he wanted to stuff dirt into his stomach to fill it.

But in these peaceful years, he already owns a calligraphy and painting shop.

It took him just over four months to transform from a beggar to a shop owner.

The shop was not big and he was the only one in charge of it, without any assistants.

There is a small courtyard behind the shop with three rooms. One is used for cooking, one is for sleeping, and the other is a guest room.

Yunliu has no relatives or friends, so logically, there should be no need to arrange a guest room for him.

But he felt that he would always make some friends in the future.

After all, I don't plan to leave anymore, but want to live here for a long time.

"It seems a bit too noisy."

Sitting on a recliner, watching the flow of people outside and hearing various hawking sounds.

The city looked prosperous, but he missed the time when he lived next door to Mu Shuxian.

It's much quieter there. If you plant a few acres of land, you won't starve to death.

“How do you sell calligraphy and paintings?”

A beautiful woman walked into the calligraphy and painting shop. As soon as she came in, she stared at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

"Two hundred coins for the big one, seventy coins for the small one."

The price is set very arbitrarily.

"It's a bit expensive." The beautiful woman muttered softly, but she really liked some of the calligraphy and paintings.

Especially the two words "Yunliu" which are very elegant, she liked them very much.

"Is Yunliu your name, sir?"

"Yes."

"What a coincidence, it turns out we are from the same family. My last name is Yun too."

"Oh."

Yun Liu nodded indifferently, with no intention of getting up from the recliner.

If nothing unexpected happens, the purpose of getting close to someone is to bargain.

He narrowed his eyes and waited quietly.

Sure enough, the beautiful woman praised his calligraphy and painting highly, and then asked a question.

"Sir, I don't have enough silver today. Can you give me a discount?"

The beautiful woman took out a purse and counted it again and again, finding only one hundred and eighty coins in it.

The calligraphy and painting with the two words "Yunliu" written on it costs two hundred coins.

"You can pay on credit."

"..."

The beautiful woman finally took away the calligraphy and painting with the words "Yun Liu" written on it, and she also wrote an IOU for it.

In the following months, beautiful women would occasionally come and pick out a few pictures that they liked.

Sometimes she comes alone, and sometimes she comes with her husband or son and daughter-in-law.

Yun Liu also knew that the beautiful woman's name was Yun Liuyu.

A woman who looks very quiet, but is very willful in front of her family.

"Sir, can you add the word 'Yu' after 'Yunliu'?"

"If you want to customize it, you need to pay extra."

"...?"

Yun Liuyu clenched her delicate fists. If she were younger, she would definitely say something sarcastic.

But now that I have a granddaughter, it’s a bit inappropriate to be angry with a younger generation.

"How much more?"

"Add... two hundred wen."

"Why don't you go and grab it!"

"Can't you see I'm just robbing?"

"...?"

Just adding the word "羽" would cost two hundred more coins.

It's just like taking advantage of others.

But in the end, Yun Liuyu still became the scapegoat.

Two hundred coins can buy four hundred steamed buns.

During that chaotic time, four hundred steamed buns represented many lives.

"Does your store specialize in ripping off returning customers?"

"As you can see, it is true."

The conversation ended unpleasantly. Yun Liuyu took the customized calligraphy and painting and decided not to come again.

Until one day, it rained heavily.

The rain lasted all day and all night, and the whole street was flooded.

Yunliu waded through the water and collected the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall one by one.

Seeing that many calligraphy and paintings were about to be submerged in the water, Yun Liuyu brought his entire family to help him collect the calligraphy and paintings.

"My ancestors sold calligraphy and paintings."

"It is said that after the ancestor died, the calligraphy and paintings he wrote protected the Yun family for a long time and helped the Yun family overcome many difficulties."

“Since then, my family has always respected people like Mr.

Yun Liuyu explained a few words.

After all, I'm old and not as capable as I was when I was young. I was already exhausted and out of breath after helping to clean up the store.

She breathed lightly and directed Lin Tian and Lin Yu to help clean up the calligraphy and paintings in the store.

"This calligraphy is indeed beautiful." The low-quality folding fan in Lin Yu's hand was replaced by a fan that looked very luxurious at some point.

There is also a red gem inlaid on the fan.

"What's so good about it?" Lin Tian blinked in confusion, but when he saw his wife was happy, he also started to smile foolishly.

After putting away the calligraphy and paintings in the shop, he took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Yun Liuyu's forehead.

After wiping it, I found that my wife had wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Thinking of the ridiculous years they had spent together, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Time flies so fast.

The two families began to interact in this way.

Yun Liuyu doesn't have to pay extra if he comes to this shop to customize calligraphy and paintings again.

And Yunliu always went to the Lin family to eat and drink.

After I went there, I found out that the Lin family is still a wealthy and powerful family.

Lin Yu is the chief clerk of the county, and he is considered to be a powerful person in this small county.

"What a loss. I should have killed more."

After finishing his meal, he said something jokingly, then left a few calligraphy and paintings, and left the Lin family in a very casual manner.

A few months ago, I told the people in the cloth shop that the "flow" means the "flow" of wind.

The scene that flashed through my mind at that time was the current scene.

Unfortunately, although he knew a lot of words, he couldn't compose poetry, which made him feel a little regretful.

Then he shook his head and walked back home with a carefree pace.

The night grew quieter.

The door of the calligraphy and painting shop was pushed open from the outside with a creaking sound.

Yunliu returned to his room, washed up and prepared to go to bed.

After seeing the corpse, he has been trying to figure out who he is.

Now I'm too lazy to figure it out.

In short, compared to that corpse, he was at least still alive and living a good life.

"Why is your personality so boring?"