kingnovel Chapter 1090: Little Jiadebo of Jingzhou
Chapter 1090: Little Jiadebo of Jingzhou
Hua Duo's sword was only half an inch out of its sheath, but the cold light was still terrifying.
"Haha..." The stall owner swallowed quietly and praised with a brave face, "The heroine's sword... is so bright! Like the rising sun in the east, or the cold moon hanging high in the sky! How bright, how bright!"
Hua Duo tightened his grip on the knife and gritted his teeth as he urged, "Please bring the writing paper and envelope."
The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief. After setting out the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, he said to Shen Zheng, "Young lady, please sit down and write. This will prevent your waist and neck from getting hurt."
As he said that, he made room for Shen Zheng.
After Shen Zheng sat down, she rolled up her sleeves and picked up her brush. She had just written two words when she heard the stall owner exclaim, "Beautiful handwriting, young lady! No wonder you chose to write it yourself. With your handwriting, you deserve to be called 'Little Jiadebo of Jingzhou'!"
"......" Shen Zheng shook her wrist and looked up, saying, "I don't deserve it."
The stall owner was stunned for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Girl, are you unhappy?"
Is it shameful to write like Gadbert?
Shen Zheng didn't answer, but only said: "I'm writing a letter to my family. Stall owner, can you please step aside?"
Meeting her gaze, the stall owner was startled and subconsciously turned to look at the river. "Miss, you write it. When you're done, just call me. I won't peek!"
Shen Zheng picked up the pen again, erased the two words he had just written, and started writing again.
She only wrote a few paragraphs on the letter, then stopped writing and called out to Huaduo in a low voice: "Huaduo, come here and copy what's on the paper. Don't imitate my handwriting or writing style."
Hua Duo nodded, without asking any further questions, took the pen and began to copy.
Half a cup of tea later, the copied letter was put into an envelope. Shen Zheng called out, "Okay, stall owner, please calculate the money."
The stall owner turned around, looked at the letter in her hand, and laughed dryly: "Miss, according to the rules, I should actually count the numbers, but since you look kind, I will let you count them yourself."
Shen Zheng thought for a moment and deliberately overstated the word count: "There are about two hundred words, so let's count it as three hundred."
"Then please give me forty coins, young lady." The stall owner said as he secretly checked his writing brush. "It's a small business, I hope you can understand."
Shen Zheng smiled and said nothing. Hua Duo counted out forty copper coins and handed them over.
Just as they were about to turn around and leave, the stall owner called them back: "Hey, girl, I want to ask you something..."
Hua Duo frowned, raised his hand and said in front of him, "We are not gossips, you have the wrong person."
"No, no..." The stall owner smiled and took a step back. He looked at Lin Xiaoman's stall and said, "I just want to ask the two girls if the owner of the fabric stall over there has encountered any trouble?"
Shen Zheng paused, turned around and asked, "Do you know her?"
"I don't know her yet." The stall owner waved his folding fan again and smiled confidently, "But I think I will be able to get to know that girl soon."
"..."
Shen Zheng resisted the urge to punch him, turned around and left with Hua Duo.
Half an hour later, Fang Ziyan and others came back carrying large and small bags.
Yu Shizhang specifically showed Shen Zheng the colored paint he had bought. "Old Qiao said this paint is good. Once it dries thoroughly, it won't chip easily. It's perfect for painting mahjong!"
After saying that, he rubbed his hands and said, "Don't mention it, I haven't played for an afternoon, and my hands are a little itchy..."
Shen Zheng curled the corners of her mouth.
This is what it’s like when you first learn mahjong. You’re not good at it, but you’re addicted to it. The more you lose, the more excited you become.
"What do you mean by that smile?" Yu Shizhang narrowed his eyes at her. "Challenging me? Well, come to think of it, you haven't even officially sat down at the table yet... So, I'll reluctantly accept your challenge. See you at the poker table tonight!"
Shen Zheng hid the smile on her face and said, "I'm not really good at..."
She had only studied the rules of mahjong, but when it came to actually sitting at the table and drawing cards, she might not even be able to beat Shen Xingjian, let alone Old Qiao.
Yu Shizhang chuckled and called Fang Ziyan to the teahouse across the street to order some tea. "Let's pay extra and ask them to bring a tea table over so we can drink tea by the water."
The charm of money is irresistible.
But in the blink of an eye, tea tables, tea stools and tea sets were all available on the shore.
Even though they were sitting under the shade of a tree, everyone still felt a little hot. Shen Zheng thought for a moment and took out a few fans from the bag that Lin Xiaoman had put away.
"Fan me." She handed the fan to everyone, but the painting on the fan made her stunned.
Lin Xiaoman's words echoed in her mind - "Before, my fans sold for 40 coins each, and almost no one bought them. But after I painted the Tongan fan leaves, they sold everywhere I went."
But the painting does not show Tongan County at all.
After a pause, she asked Mr. Qiao for the newly bought colored paint and paintbrush, and painted the Tongan County in her mind.
The wind blows gently, the willow branches sway gracefully, and the boatman's singing is distant.
After a while, the carriage came back.
Without waiting for Lin Xiaoman to get off the car, Li Shiyuan stepped on.
A moment later, Li Shiyuan got out of the car. Lin Xiaoman followed him nervously until he said, "Little girl, go to the stall over there and borrow some pens and ink."
Lin Xiaoman finally dared to breathe, raised her leg and ran over. A moment later, the owner of the pen and ink stall followed her back.
Hua Duo made a soft "tsk" sound, and the owner of the ink stall shuddered and turned away, "I know the rules, I won't read it!"
Li Shiyuan looked at him suspiciously and wrote the prescription on the tea table.
Lin Xiaoman wanted to pay for the writing, but the stall owner smiled and said, "Girl, it's fate that we set up a stall together on Linshui Street. This time, I'll give you a ride..."
"Thank you very much!" Before he could finish his words, Lin Xiaoman stuffed the pen and ink back to him. After thinking for a moment, she stuffed a handkerchief from the stall into his hand and said, "This handkerchief is a thank you gift. Please take it back!"
The owner of the ink stall rubbed his nose and said, "You're kicking people out after you finish using them..."
"How else can I expect you to be thanked?" Cui Jinyin crossed her arms and looked him up and down. "I told you to give me money, but you refused. And you'd feel bad if I didn't give you money, right? What I hate most is people like you who are fake and generous."
"That's not what I meant." The owner of the pen and ink stall was dazzled by Cui Jinyin's wealth, and returned to his stall with a dry laugh.
Lin Xiaoman carefully put the prescription into his arms, took out his purse, and handed it to Li Shiyuan along with the money.
"Doctor, please see if this money is enough for the consultation. If not, I will find another way."
She could see that this doctor had real skills.
For example, just now in the car, he only took one look at his mother and told her about her recent symptoms. There were even some less obvious symptoms that even she, as a daughter, was not very clear about, but he saw through them at a glance.
"It's just a small favor. You don't need to pay for the consultation." Li Shiyuan returned the purse to her and said, "But one thing, little girl, the things on your stall are already good. From now on, don't use the names of Lord Shen and Tongan County to scare people into buying things."
Lin Xiaoman's cheeks suddenly turned red.