The morning is cool and the weather is just right for rushing.

After walking for a while, Chen Tang discovered a problem: he didn't feel tired...

I remember when my predecessor came out to set up a stall, the bookcase was loaded with a lot of weight, so I almost went all the way. Every half a quarter of an hour, I had to find a place to sit down and breathe for a while.

But now I have been walking for a quarter of an hour, and I have no desire to feel weak at all, and I am very energetic.

This body seems to be different...

Could it be that eating and drinking at the Hu family for half a month?

That should be.

If you can eat and drink enough every day, your body will naturally become stronger.

Chen Tang no longer thought about it and continued to rush. He didn't have to rest on the road, and his speed had greatly improved. In the past half an hour, he arrived in half an hour, at least more than a moment of time.

The prefecture is as lively as ever. Following the old memories, Chen Tang came to the place where he set up a stall in the past.

This is a quiet street with a name: Hanmo Street. As the name suggests, there are shops that sell calligraphy, paintings or antiques on both sides. There are several small stalls on the street, which are made by poor scholars like Chen Tang, who help people write, write letters and couplets every day, and so on.

There are many locust trees on both sides of Hanmo Street, and each tree spreads out the green shade, which is very cool.

Chen Tang quickly found an open space under the tree, and set up a bookcase and cubes a wooden board, which was like a simple small table where you could write on it. It was really a must-have item for traveling at home.

"Oh, isn't this Brother Chen? Why are you setting up a stall again?"

Not far ahead, the owner of the stall screamed in a sarcastic manner.

This guy's surname is Wu and his name is "Han". He is forty-two years old this year. He is an absolute scholar. He has no hope of taking the exam and cannot become a tutor. He only gets a Hanmo Street to make a living. Half a month ago, Hujiazhuang recruits a family teacher, and he is also confused about his job. Unfortunately, he didn't choose it in the end, so he feels a little jealous of Chen Tang.

One thousand yuan a month is extremely rewarding, not to mention that the Hu family’s lady is like a flower and jade. It is a pleasing thing to face every day. In layman’s terms, it can be called “both money and sex”, and it is really a joy in life.

just in case……

If you meet Miss Hu and make a fresh rice and cook it, you won’t have to worry about the rest of your life.

Although Wu Han has a sharp face and a monkey cheek, he is also a person with ideals and pursuits. However, the great opportunity fell on the head of Chen Tang.

As he said that, Wu Han left the stall, walked over, looked at Chen Tang, and saw that his face was rosy and his face became more handsome, and the sourness in his heart was even more uncontrollable: Half a month ago, this kid was still pale and thin, and he couldn't help but feel weak. How could he be a tutor in the Hu family for half a month? He must be eating and drinking in the village, and he has meat every day...

Thinking of the meat, he couldn't help swallowing.

Chen Tangyi bowed: "Angkor is a good business."

"What a bullshit, I haven't opened for two days."

Wu Han was inexplicably angry and sweared directly. He returned to his stall in disappointment, sat down, closed his eyes to rest. He thought to himself: Chen Tang relied on his old career, probably because he was fired by Hujiazhuang and lost his job...

Only after thinking about it this way can the mood become happy.

The business on Hanmo Street is like this. Whether it is a store or a stall, most of them are light. The store emphasizes "not opening for three years, and you can eat for three years". But there is no such statement in the stalls outside. You can spend a few cents every day to not be hungry.

After waiting for a while, Chen Tang did not wait for the customer, but waited for a yamen runner with a big arms and a round waist and a fierce look on his face.

His name is "Wang Dazhuang", and he is specifically responsible for collecting the stall fees on Hanmo Street. In modern people's words, it is called "industrial and commercial management fees". Only after paying the money can he open a stall on the street. Otherwise, he will directly smash the stall. But there is no such thing as "civilized law enforcement", which is very arrogant.

Three cents a day, no less than a little.

"Hey, Chen Xiucai, it's been a long time since I saw you, why did you put it on again?"

Wang Dazhuang came to Chen Tang's stall and said with a mouth full of alcohol.

Chen Tang handed over the three cents, but the money couldn't be escaped.

"Haha, you were fired by Mr. Hu."

Chen Tang was unwilling to pay too much attention to his jokes and nodded.

"Chen Xiucai, tell me how does that Miss Hu look? Do you look like a fairy?"

As soon as he asked, his throat was louder, and those who heard it around him couldn't help but prick up their ears and make a listening gesture.

Although he was fired, Chen Tang did not betray the employer's privacy and said angrily: "Mr. Hu said that if I was chewing around outside, I would cut off my tongue."

"Haha, Mr. Hu's words are amazing!"

Wang Dazhuang laughed dryly and stopped asking questions.

He has been a yamen runner for decades, and he seems to be vicious and reckless, but he is really experienced and has a good sense of character. In his opinion, Mr. Hu is likely to have issued a ban on his daughter's reputation. In addition, Chen Tang just got the crown this year and is very young. Although he is from a poor family, he may not have hope of winning the imperial examination in the future, so there is no need to bully people too much on this issue, and he must say it.

He smiled and walked forward, looking for the owner of the next stall to collect the money.

Chen Tang weighed the wallet, reached in, and counted silently: Twenty-eight cents, all the belongings were left.

The daily expenses and dietary expenses cost at least about 8 cents. If there is no business, it will be spent in three days and you can only drink wild vegetable porridge and water every day.

A hero cannot be killed by a penny, and Chen Tang can't help but feel a little anxious.

However, he sat down until lunch time and still did not open the market. He sighed and spent three cents to buy three buns to satisfy his hunger.

According to past experience, there is no business in the morning, and the afternoon will only be even more bleak.

As it turns out, it turns out that's true.

In the afternoon, it was getting late and I had to close the stall and leave the city and go home. If I couldn't leave the city later, I was sad. Stay in the city and stay in the inn for at least ten cents a night. If I sleep on the streets and get caught by patrol yamen runners, I have to be fined...

Pack up your things, carry a bookcase on your back, and leave the city.

On the way home, I felt depressed and had no intention of watching the scenery of the setting sun.

When it was approaching Chenjiazhuang, it was already evening, and the sky was getting dark little by little, and there was a person sitting on the roadside in front of him.

Seeing that he looked familiar, Chen Tang stepped forward and immediately recognized him, and shouted respectfully: "Teacher, are you out for a walk?"

The man was about 70 years old, with white hair and wrinkles on his face. He was leaning on an old wooden crutch. He was Chen Song, the enlightenment teacher of Chen Tang, and also a clan of Chenjiazhuang. He was quite respected in the clan.

Chen Song grinned and said sparsely: "No, you are finally back, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"wait for me?"

Chen Tang was stunned and asked, "The teacher is asking me for something?"

"Um."

Chen Song nodded: "Among the younger generation of the clan, among the dozens of people I teach, you will be the scholar. Next, if you want to take the exam, you must have money, and even more so, you must have the meaning of the scriptures. The teacher is incompetent and has been a tutor for a lifetime. If you can't save a few dollars, you will do the three-volume sentence for the exam. I have never been able to get the exam for the exam. Now, I can only count on you."

He took out a bag tremblingly and handed it over: "Study hard, take the exam well, don't let down the teacher's expectations."

Chen Tang took it, his nose was slightly sore, and he bowed and said, "Thank you for the letter from the teacher."

Chen Song suddenly reached out and grabbed his hands, and grabbed them very strongly. His eyes were wide open, and his eyes were a little strange: "Remember, you must pass the imperial examination!"

Chen Tang was so painful that he was caught by him. Seeing that his hands were as thin as eagle's claws, he didn't dare to break free, for fear of taking him down, he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, teacher, I will do my best."

Chen Song nodded, finally let go, turned around and left slowly.

"Hey, why did the teacher go to the other side of the mountain?"

Chen Tang was stunned and was about to shout, but the next moment, Chen Song's figure disappeared.

"This, this..."

Chen Tang was shocked and looked around and couldn't see anyone. He felt a little nervous. After thinking about it, he hurried back to the village and went directly to Chen Song's house. He heard a wailing sound inside. It turned out that the teacher was in bed for several days, and a quarter of an hour ago, he died of anger.
Chapter completed!