The Age of Awakening: From the Young Runtu

Chapter 15
Only then did the two yamen servants go out satisfied.

Runtu watched all this scene.

Too arrogant.

It has been a tradition for thousands of years that people do not fight with officials.

Even a yamen servant is such a bullshit, which strengthens Runtu's idea that he must take a scientific examination.

Seeing the two leave, the shopkeeper also heaved a sigh of relief.

Even if there is any trouble, you can't go to them.

That would be tantamount to leading a wolf into a house.

If you invite people over, you will lose a lot of money.

Few of the people are willing to report to the officials.

The reporter has to weigh his pockets.

There are two official characters, and if you eat the upper house and eat the next house, you may lose a little less if you don't report to the official.

One tael of money was my one month's accommodation money, and it was taken away by others without a word.

A small yamen servant can get so much, if it is more powerful, it will be even more amazing.No wonder people say that three years to clear the magistrate, one hundred thousand snowflake silver.Maybe say less.

The county magistrate is the local emperor, with 10 taels of silver, the county magistrate can handle this matter without the need for a magistrate.

After eating, Runtu went for a walk in the street.

Head towards the bookstore.

I have to buy all the paper for calligraphy practice.

After arriving at the bookstore.

"Boss, do you have paper for practicing calligraphy?"

"There is good rice paper, how much do you need?"

Runtu: "I'll buy three taels of silver."

There are still four taels of silver in total, and I just spend three taels to buy paper. I must practice this calligraphy well by myself.

"Three taels of silver?"

Runtu directly took out the silver and asked for better quality paper, "Yes, do you have this much, and I am in a hurry to use it."

Seeing the money, the bookstore clerk went to get it immediately.

Soon, a thick stack was brought over.

"Guest, why don't we send it to you. The rice paper we have here is a knife for a hundred yuan, and three taels of silver. It's more than 20 yuan. It's not easy for you to get it here."

One knife is one hundred pieces.

Two or three thousand sheets are indeed enough.

Actually not too much.

Just a stack.

A thicker book has one hundred sheets of paper, which is about thirty thick books.

This weight can be moved by ordinary people.

Runtu said, "No need, just take it yourself. My residence is not far away."

"Okay, then I'll wrap it up for you."

Quickly packed the more than 20 knives of paper.

Runtu lifted it a bit. It was really heavy, but he could still lift it.

"Why don't we deliver it for you."

"no need."

Runtu took it out of the bookstore.

After only walking for about two or three minutes, seeing that no one was paying attention, I put all the papers into the space.

It is more convenient for space.

So much paper is enough to practice calligraphy by myself.

That's a lot of money spent.

Three liang of silver is used to practice calligraphy, which is too extravagant.

Reading is an expensive job.

Those who can afford to read now must at least be from poor families.

Those who have no conditions at home really dare not send people to study.

Without money, even if you want to learn, you may not be able to learn much.

As far as practicing calligraphy, unless you are inherently talented, you should not practice more.

The money to buy paper alone is not affordable for ordinary people.

on the road.

Runtu saw a seller of medicinal herbs on the street.

There are a lot of garden ginseng planted in his space.

Looking at the person who set up the stall, there is something different about the chief of staff here.

Go and have a look.

Seeing that his roots were all there, he had an idea.

"Brother, how do you sell this ginseng?"

Runtu pointed to a medium-sized ginseng and said.

"30 taels."

Runtu was taken aback.

How dare you sell it so expensive.

"Brother, isn't it too expensive?"

I have a little more than one tael of silver in my hand.

"Expensive, I am a genuine Changbai Mountain ginseng. I came to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to get a good price. 30 taels is still expensive? Go away."

Runtu pointed at another one, "Brother, how much is this one?"

The ginseng vendor looked at it and frowned, "Take a tael of silver."

There is a root, but it is a bit damaged, and it is too small. It is only as small as a fingernail, and even the ginseng collectors look down on it. I didn't want it at first.

Runtu didn't dislike its small size.

He has observed that this ginseng is a little smaller, but the spores are still there. As long as the spores are still there, it can still grow, and the roots are still there, so there is no problem in continuing to grow.

A tael of silver, I thought it was still a bit expensive, so forget it, I didn't bother to negotiate the price, so I just asked for it.

"Okay, big brother, one tael of silver, this is what I want."

The ginseng vendor was a little curious.

Someone would take away the one he didn't care about the most.

Such a small one is afraid that it will melt if it is boiled for a long time.

Although there is not much money, the boss is still satisfied.

He is from the Northeast, a ginseng picker, and he came to the south with the stock he picked, and he would sell it for a few hundred taels before going back to live.

As soon as Runtu got the goods, he immediately put them into the space and planted them.

He has a feeling.

When this ginseng enters the soil, it immediately becomes more alive.

Let it go slowly.

One year of planting is equal to a hundred years, and several years of planting, one tael of silver can be estimated to become a thousand taels.

This deal can be done.

Back at the inn, it was already evening.

After arriving at the residence, the consciousness directly enters the space.

There are two to three thousand sheets of paper, this time I have to practice calligraphy well.

Holding the copybook, I thought about it carefully.

Temporary posts.

I don't know how long it will take to write something like that.

Regular script is very difficult to write. In Runtu's opinion, regular script is more difficult than running script.

I quickly wrote one, but I am very dissatisfied.

Not to mention the gods in it, even the shape is far from it.

Runtu stopped writing.

Take a good look again, ponder carefully.Feel it seriously.

In this space, Runtu felt that his consciousness was very clear.

There are many things that I don't understand, and it seems that after entering the space, many things can be understood clearly.

After waiting patiently for a while, Runtu took up his pen again.

Start calligraphy on rice paper.

After a while, one piece of white paper after another was filled with black words by him.

The level is also increasing visible to the naked eye.

It may be because of the space, even though he has written dozens of sheets, he doesn't feel tired, and his hands feel a little bit, but they don't feel sore.

The state of learning and practice in the space is very good.

I believe this should be the environment that every candidate dreams of.

I can't feel the passage of time at all.

But sheets of paper are indeed consumed.

Soon hundreds of copies were consumed.

Still tirelessly continue to practice.

Slowly two hundred, three hundred.

On average, it takes half an hour to write a piece of paper.

When there were about five hundred sheets of paper, Runtu didn't put down his pen.

Looking at the scattered papers in the space, he was very satisfied.

There is a feeling that he seems to understand what can be called calligraphy.

(End of this chapter)