Is my wife farming today?

Inside the carriage.

Xu Boyan couldn't help laughing.

He had never seen such a clever person who refused, and he sighed for a while: "I didn't expect that you are not bad at deceiving people."

"Well, now it's not as good as in Jiyue. One more thing is worse than one less thing. I don't want to have any conflict with her. I just want to find a way as soon as possible and take you back as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Xu Boyan muttered: "I have a house in Jiyu Lane. The location is pretty good. Why don't I find someone to help me sell it and make up for the expenses?"

He refused to be surprised to find out about his current predicament.

"Brother, how do you know..."

"You said you were knocked unconscious last night and you stuffed it into a box. As soon as you opened your eyes and arrived in Rizhao, I thought about it. It's okay. We two are good at it and we won't starve to death." Xu Boyan comforted you.

My heart warmed when I declined.

"I didn't do anything to make a living in Jiyue. I just bought some land and grew some vegetables to sell. Now I really don't know what I can do."

Xu Boyan thought.

After a while, he said: "There are street stalls everywhere here. If it doesn't work, you and I should learn to set up a street stall."

He declined and nodded, "But what are we selling?"

"No rush, let's go to the market first and then make plans."

Xie Xie felt that his senior brother was right, but his habit of losing his backbone as soon as he met him happened again, and he couldn't continue like this.

When they arrived at the market, they abandoned the carriage and left Feixue and Feiyu in the carriage.

Then the troops were divided into two groups, and Xu Boyan went to the North Street of the West City.

Along the East Street are stalls selling handicrafts and other gadgets.

There are bamboo dragonflies, paper kites, bamboo baskets, and even crickets for sale... The categories are far more diverse than Xie Xie thought.

From time to time, I can see a few Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes and carrying tea bowls performing in the street.

It's all for life.

Suddenly, the rejected gaze fell on a stall displaying calligraphy and painting.

She stepped closer and took a closer look. The stall owner who had just straightened up was actually wearing a washed off-white gown.

"This brother."

The man was slightly surprised, "Are you from Jiyue?"

The refusal speaks of Jiyue's elegant words.

"Yes." She lifted her veil and scanned the calligraphy and paintings on the stall one by one. However, the man persuaded her because her appearance was too eye-catching: "Girl, you should wear a veil. Jiyue men are arrogant and there is no guarantee that they will be coveted by interested people. "

She put her veil back on with a smile, feeling like a fellow villager meeting a fellow villager, bringing tears to her eyes.

"Are you also from Jiyue?"

The man nodded, not daring to raise his head and look directly at her. He still retained the subtlety and restraint of the Jiyue man in his bones.

Even if he declined, he didn't care. He just pointed at the poems he wrote and asked, "Did you write all these poems yourself?"

"Yeah." The man nodded again.

Xie Bu raised his hand and flipped through a few articles, then subconsciously let out a "tsk" sound.

The man asked: "Does the girl understand poetry?"

"Know a little bit."

It can be seen that the man belongs to the school of wild poets who are depressed and frustrated. The poems he writes all express depression and depression. Such poems are not bad at all.

It's just not suitable for passing down to the next generation. Unless you meet someone who feels the same way, who would appreciate such a negative poem?

Seeing that she was hesitant and silent, the man cupped his hands and said, "Girl, just speak up."

Seeing that he has an elegant temperament, a straight eyebrow, and a bit of a scholar's character, he just said it bluntly.

"Your poems are very good, and your calligraphy is vigorous and elegant, but it's a pity that the artistic conception is not good."

"The mood is not good?" "Yes, I see that you set up a stall on the street and only sell your own calligraphy and painting. You probably want to rely on your literary talent to find a close friend or someone who understands your calligraphy and painting, right?"

The man said with difficulty, "Yes."

Declined: "That's right." She put her finger on the selected poems, "Most of your poems have sad and sad artistic conceptions, and the paintings are also desolate and empty, which makes people feel like they have seen through the world, and even I want to escape into the void."

The man's pupils shrank, as if what she said touched his heart, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Even if the literary talent of such poems and paintings is high, few people can stop and appreciate it, right?"

"It is fate that we meet today. I have a poem here that I can give to you."

Xie Xie looked at the pen and ink on the desk and thought of his calligraphy that couldn't be drawn out of the trap, so he could only dictate it.

"My handwriting is ugly, so I'll ask you to write it."

The man heard the voice, held a brush with two fingers, licked the ink, "Please."

"The hard work is far away from the work, so I have to hold on to the rope tightly to make a scene. How can I get the fragrance of plum blossoms without going through a bone-chilling cold?"

After reading it, the man had just finished writing. He read it again carefully with his eyes focused.

He declined and said, "I would like to give this poem to my brother. See you later."

After saying that, she stepped forward.

The man held the poem in his hands for a long time, tears streaming down his face. He raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears on his face, and he quickly caught up with the declining figure.

"girl."

"Girl, please stay!"

She stopped when she heard a familiar voice.

"what happened?"

The man asked in a trembling voice: "May I ask what you call the girl?"

"My surname is Xie, and my given name is a unique character."

"It turns out it's Miss Xie." The man bowed, "The girl is living alone in Jiyue, but is she looking for a way to make a living?"

Xie Xie raised his eyebrows in surprise. Did she show it so obviously?

She smiled sheepishly, "To be honest, it is."

The man was afraid that she would misunderstand, so he explained, "Girl, don't be surprised. I saw you lingering in front of various stalls, but you didn't inquire about the price, so I made a bold guess."

"nothing."

The man suggested: "Girl's poems are exquisite. There is a career here that is very suitable for you."

"What?" Xie Bu's eyes lit up.

She had been shopping for nearly an hour and a half, but she still couldn't find anything she could do.

We are about to reach the breaking point of self-doubt.

The man's words undoubtedly rekindled her hope.

"The governor's house has been very happy recently. We are currently sending people to search for the calligraphy treasures of literati and elegant people to decorate the new house. I am grateful to the second young master in the house for not giving up and recommending me. If the girl is interested, I am willing to introduce you."

He declined and clicked his tongue. It seemed that he and the Hu family were really enemies of each other!

Don't take advantage of the bastard. Since Hu Tu is the governor, he wouldn't be too shabby if he wanted to take action, right?

"I can't paint, I can only write poetry, and I'm afraid my calligraphy is not elegant enough..." She thought for a while and suggested: "If not, I will write the poems and you will write the poems. How about sharing the reward equally between the two of you?”

The man refused without explanation, "It's a great honor for me to be able to copy for the girl. How can I expect to share half of the girl's reward?"

He declined and shook his head, "Then the Governor has any request? What kind of poem do you want?"

"Yes, it is said that the family is very happy. As long as it is a congratulatory work, there will be a reward."

"Congratulations? That's easy." She pulled the man back to the stall and recited five congratulations in one breath. The more the man listened, the more shocked he became.

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