The fate of writers

Chapter 17
The mother and daughter looked at Jiang Ling's open hand and did not dare to snatch it away and run away. The fact that they could successfully escape to Yin County was enough to prove their wisdom.

At first glance, Jiang Ling is different from them, and different from the people in Beiqu Lane. He looks like a noble person at first glance.

The older woman answered cautiously: "We are from Linhuai County, and there is a robber who claims to be the King of the East..."

She was able to escape early because when she was a child, her home was destroyed by a group of people who broke the city.Experienced and memorable.Anything like "not paying the food" is just empty talk. Once the city gate is cheated, every family will suffer.So when she saw something was wrong, she packed up her clothes immediately and ran away with the child.

Originally, she had made sufficient preparations and would not have been in such a panic that she had to beg. However, Dongtianwang's strong momentum made her feel that Linxian County was not safe either. She fled all the way to Yinxian County under the control of Pingbo Mansion. She felt that Magistrate Zeng is worthy of the name of Qingtian.She plans to stay in Yin County.

Jiang Ling frowned as he listened to the woman's words, where did the Eastern Heavenly King come from?It seems that the woman is not very old, and she encountered thieves breaking into the city when she was young.So simply calculate, how many times have there been incidents in the past ten years?

Judging from Jiang Ling's 15 years of observation experience, the common people have a little cunning to survive, but the deeper and heavier imprint on them is patience.If it wasn't that he couldn't survive, how could he risk losing his head to revolt.

So she actually lived in the late dynasty?If it is worse, is it the end?What is the difficulty of survival in hell at the end of the dynasty?War, famine, and disease, Jiang Ling couldn't help shivering.

Jiang Ling was taken aback by his guess.She took a deep breath to calm down.No, the history she learned in her previous life told her that even before the end of the dynasty, there would be uprisings, and they were very frequent.You can't scare yourself.

The woman had already finished her confession, and she didn't know why Jiang Ling's face was so exciting.Fortunately, her clever mind told her that Jiang Ling's change was not because of their mother and daughter, nor was she trying to change her mind.So she just waited obediently.

With the five cents given by Jiang Ling, she would be able to eat enough, and earn money only if she has strength.In Linhuai County, she can live alone with her daughter, and she can also in Yin County.

"Miss, I bought the steamed buns." The little bottle interrupted Jiang Ling's thoughts.

Xiao Ping was sent by Jiang Lingzhi to buy steamed buns, seeing that the stall selling steamed buns was not far away, Xiao Ping went there with confidence.

Jiang Ling put the two steamed buns into the hands of the mother and daughter, and at the same time hid the copper coins under the steamed buns and said, "I saw you staring at the steamed buns all the time, and I thought you must be very hungry, so I exchanged the copper coins for steamed buns, hoping You don't mind."

Seeing Jiang Ling's actions, the woman was full of gratitude to Jiang Ling. She wanted to kneel down to thank Jiang Ling for his life, but Jiang Ling helped her up.

"Eat slowly, I still have some questions I want to ask, I wonder if it can be convenient." Jiang Ling also knew that the woman had actually told everything she knew, and she just wanted the mother and daughter to eat the steamed buns. In the stomach, so as not to be snatched away.

"Thank you, Miss, for your kindness. I, Zhang Hong, will tell you everything I know." Zhang Hong understood what Jiang Ling meant and her eyes turned red. She had never seen such a noble person. Jiang Ling was really caring for her. she considered.

"Have you read the book?" Jiang Ling asked. In fact, when Zhang Hong was talking, she felt that Zhang Hong was speaking in a very orderly manner. Zhang Hong's words made Jiang Ling's feelings more obvious.

"No, it's just that my mother once worked in a wealthy family. She taught me and I only know a few words." Zhang Hong said very modestly.

The way Jiang Ling looked at Zhang Hong was different. In this era, literacy can be classified as a special talent.

Although Jiang Ling is in the writing circle, in fact, she clearly knows that only a minority can read.In Dongliu, only the patriarch of the Liu clan and some village elders were literate, and they only gave the characters they knew to their families.So when Jiang Wei was still there, the people of Dongliu Township would always have a smile on her face.

"King Dongtian heard from people who later fled that his surname was Feng and his ancestral home was Jintian..." Zhang Hong racked her brains to tell everything she remembered while eating. She could tell that this noble man seemed to be very fond of King Dongtian. It's about caring.

Jiang Ling didn't expect to get a lot of new news, but felt that the harvest was quite fruitful. Before leaving, she said to Zhang Hong's mother and daughter: "There is a Jinxiu cloth shop in Zhuyi Street, which belongs to my family's business. If you know two characters, why not give it a try? But people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, if someone respects Luo Yi first and then respects others, you can say that Jiang Ling, the master of the Jiang family, asked you to come."

After Jiang Ling finished speaking, he turned around and left with the vial, Zhang Hong and his daughter kowtowed heavily to Jiang Ling.She knew that she had met a real nobleman.

Seeing Jiang Ling's expression was wrong, Xiao Ping asked, "Miss, shall we still go to the teahouse?"

"Go. From now on, whenever we are free, we will go to the teahouse." Jiang Ling said firmly.

Some information will only be in the hands of those in power, and as an ordinary person, if she wants to know, she can only get close to the masses and analyze their lives, words and deeds.

As soon as Jiang Ling entered the teahouse, he attracted the attention of many people.Xiao Er came over to welcome the guests. He looked at Jiang Ling's attire and made assessments with rolling eyes, but in the end he was really not sure, and asked, "Miss, do you want to join us on the first floor?" Lively, or open a private room on the second floor?"

The people on the first floor didn't think she would sit on the first floor, and the people on the second floor felt that the clothes she was wearing were really awkward.

Jiang Ling found an empty table in the corner and sat down: "Don't bother, I've reserved this table, I wonder if it's possible?"

"Of course it's possible, miss, please, if you come to our teahouse for the first time, I suggest you order..." Xiaoer's lips were very slippery, and he didn't stop talking for such a long paragraph.

Jiang Ling listened quietly to the waiter's introduction without interrupting him. After the waiter finished speaking, she said: "I'll serve a pot of this year's new tea. Just use the four signature teas you mentioned."

"Okay, miss, wait a moment." Xiaoer left with a smile. Since the four signboards are signboards, the price is naturally not cheap. He can also get a lot of copper coins from such a generous customer.Xiaoer is most willing to entertain guests like Jiang Ling.

It is already afternoon, most of the chatter in the teahouse are storytellers, they are similar to newspaper readers but somewhat different.They are often better at ventriloquism, and they will choose some best-selling novels and perform them vividly through ventriloquism.

And now, the teahouse storyteller is talking about the novel "The Farmer's Son Qingyun Road" written by Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling wanted to cover his face. Who would have thought that going to a teahouse to listen to a book meant listening to others tell about a novel he wrote?This inexplicable sense of shame is not humane.

But it's normal to think about it carefully. The most popular novel in October Yin County is "Nongjiazi Qingyun Road" by Jiang Ling, everyone knows it!

(End of this chapter)