After bidding farewell to the little girl, Zhao Jing quickly walked to the village entrance.
As usual, many villagers gathered under the big locust tree.
This time, when everyone saw Zhao Jing, they surrounded him.
"Xiao Jing, what's wrong with your new daughter-in-law? Was it really swapped?"
"That's right. Your uncle went to look for the clan leader early in the morning. I heard that they were going to the Lin family village.”
"This Lin Family Village is too much! How dare you do such a thing!"
The villagers were furious and everyone was discussing.
Even when the ox cart arrived and everyone got on it, they were still cursing the Lin Family Village people.
When the voice died down, Zhao Jing smiled and explained,""The Lin family is indeed not very kind, but Lin Anan actually has her own difficulties.”
"Although Lin Anan is a little young, she's really capable. I think she's quite good.”
"Xiao Jing, how can you say that? I saw your new wife yesterday. She's so skinny and small. I don't even know if she can give birth.”
"That's right. I heard that the woman from the Lin Family Village that your uncle originally promised you has a good figure.”
"How can we compare?"
Zhao Jing smiled and said," Although Lin Anan has some flaws, she has a good wife."”
"I think she's very good."
"If it was her pampered sister, I might not like her.”
When the villagers heard Zhao Jing mention Lin Anan, they didn't hold any grudges against her and even sounded protective of her.
Everyone knew that Zhao Jing had made up his mind to keep this little girl.
The clan leader and Zhao Jing's uncle had already gone to deal with this matter, so no one said anything more.
The ox cart soon arrived at the city.
There seemed to be many students in robes in the city today.
Zhao Jing looked around and didn't see any familiar faces.
After entering the city, he walked straight to the book house with familiarity.
When the shopkeeper saw him arrive, he warmly welcomed him into the house.
After reading the rest of the manuscript, the shopkeeper put it down and said,"Young Master Zhao, you have good literary talent."
"This story is indeed wonderful!"
"When does Young Master Zhao plan to write the second volume?”
Zhao Jing thought for a moment and said,"Let's see how the second volume goes."”
"I wonder when this book will be published?”
"The last manuscript was handed over to the later department for proofreading yesterday. It should be available in seven days.”
Thanks to the improved printing technique of the Yuan Dynasty, the printing industry of the Ming Dynasty developed rapidly.
These bookstores usually had a shop in the front yard and a printing shop at the back.
After proofreading and typing, it could be put into printing very quickly.
Zhao Jing planned to wait until this volume was published to see how the market was doing.
If the market was good, he would write a second volume.
If the first volume did not respond well, he would have to change to another book.
This time, the shopkeeper said confidently,""Young Master Zhao, there is no need to worry."
"This old man has been a shopkeeper for many years.”
Zhao Jing smiled and thanked the shopkeeper.
With ten taels of silver in his hands again, Zhao Jing planned to go to the cloth shop to buy a quilt before rushing back.
He walked out of the inner room.
However, he heard a muttering sound coming from the side where the miscellaneous books were placed.
"Hiss ~"
"Wow…"
"Don't look at evil, don't listen to evil"
"What a waste of a scholar!"
"Wow, this is also possible!"
Zhao Jing's hearing had been very sensitive ever since he transmigrated.
There were three people standing at the side of the miscellaneous books, and they kept whispering to each other.
Zhao Jing found their words funny.
However, he did not think too much about it and prepared to leave.
Little Five, the shop assistant who was walking over from the side, was carrying a large pile of books and almost bumped into Zhao Jing.
"Be careful!"
Zhao Jing helped him up.
"Thank you, Young Master Zhao." Xiaowu smiled and said.”
Zhao Jing waved his hand and left with his basket on his back.
The few people at the side of the miscellaneous books were attracted by the commotion here and quickly put the books in their hands back to their original places.
"Hmm? That person looks a little familiar?"
"Zhao Wengao, this person looks a little like you!”
The young man called Zhao Wengao looked up and saw Zhao Jing's back as he walked out of the door.
He narrowed his eyes and then heard the person beside him say,"Is this your cousin, Zhao Jing?”
"Didn't you say that his family was poor and had been relying on your father for financial support? Then how did he have the money to come to the bookstore?"
When Zhao Wengao heard that, he was instantly unhappy.
His father must have hidden it from him and secretly helped his cousin!
Although Zhao Jing's family was very pitiful, their family was not very rich!
His father was also a protective person. He always felt sorry for his nephew who had lost his parents.
In just half a year, he had spent nearly twenty taels of silver on Zhao Jing!
A few days ago, she had spent almost five taels of silver to get him a wife!
Zhao Wengao was so angry that he didn't even attend Zhao Jing's wedding.
Seeing Zhao Jing in the library made him unhappy.
Zhao Jing went downtown?
Was he going to use their family's money to enjoy life?
"I have something to do. I'll leave first."
He left this sentence and walked out quickly.
Seeing Zhao Jing's figure from afar, Zhao Wengao quickly followed.
"Zhao Jing, my father is so good to you, but you're using our family's money to squander!”
The cloth shop was in the downtown area. Zhao Jing carried a basket on his back and walked slowly towards it.
When they reached the main street, many pedestrians were in a hurry.
There were also quite a few scholars in scholar robes who were heading towards a certain place in groups.
Zhao Jing felt a little strange and asked a passerby.
The passerby was an uncle who was about to go and watch the show.
Zhao Jing stopped him, but he wasn't angry. Instead, he explained cheerfully,""The wealthy Deng Yuanwai in our city has set up a stall in front of his house to receive birthday greetings.”
"Those who write well will be rewarded. I heard that the one who writes the best will be rewarded with an additional ten taels of silver!”
"I heard that this congratulatory speech needs to be copied by a calligraphy expert and sent directly to the capital.”
Then, the uncle looked at Zhao Jing and said,""Little brother, looking at your clothes, you must be a student too, right?”
"Then we can go and take a look."
"If you write well, you'll be famous!”
Zhao Jing's heart skipped a beat when he heard that.
Birthday speech?
He didn't mind being famous.
However, he would be able to earn money just by writing a random one. He was extremely tempted by this kind of money-giving activity!
He asked a passerby about the location of Deng Yuanwai's house and found that it was on the way to the cloth shop.
In a big house behind the bustling city.
The open space outside the door of Official Deng's house was already surrounded by many people.
Most of them were students dressed in academic robes, and everyone was whispering to each other.
When he was nearby, he could hear everyone chatting.
"I heard that Zhang Jingsheng received a silver tael as a reward. Tsk tsk, this Official Deng is really generous.”
"Zhang Jingsheng himself is talented, and his handwriting is also good. Isn't it normal for him to receive a reward?”
"Then why don't you try?"
"I'm fine. If my family finds out about this kind of irresponsible thing, they'll be punished again.”
"How can this be considered? This can also be considered a matter of elegance."
Hearing the voices of the people around him, Zhao Wengao was stunned for a moment.
He had heard about it when he was in the Academy, but he had only been in the Academy for two years.
He definitely couldn't write poems.
That was why he didn't attend.
Then what was his cousin doing here?
Although he had started a year earlier than her, she had never heard of him being able to compose poems.
Zhao Jing, who was tall and had long legs, looked up.
A person in a student's uniform was writing on the long table in the middle with his sleeves rolled up.
"Tsk, this handwriting isn't good. What kind of sh * t is this?”
The people at the side gasped.
After the student finished writing, he heard the cheers of the people beside him and blushed a little.
Minister Deng, who was behind him, took a look and said with a smile,""This young friend still needs to work hard."
The butler beside him took out a small money bag and handed it to him.
"Thank you for your hard work."
The student happily received the reward and walked back to the crowd.
Zhao Jing glanced at it and clicked his tongue in wonder.
Was this Minister Deng a fool?
You can even get paid for writing like this?
There were at least twenty copper coins in that small purse!
They were here to give out money!
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