Chapter 290: Disguised as a man to conquer the noble prince 3
In this era, ink, paper and inkstone are extremely expensive. Liu Yuanfang's inkstone table has cracked, and the pen holder is also cracked. At a glance, you can tell that it has been used for a long time.
Shu Ange looked at the clothes on her body again. The standard attire of the scholars in this dynasty was the attire of Baoyi Bo belt, jade pendant incense incense, big crown and high shoes, but now she only wears white blue cloth clothes washed with starch.
With clean sleeves and no long things, this is probably the best portrayal of Shu Ange so far.
The original owner couldn't carry it, and Shu Ange began to worry about how to solve the looming livelihood problem.
If, like the original owner, he could barely make ends meet by copying scriptures, calligraphy, painting, and murals, and even struggling to make allowances for his family, Shu Ange would not be willing.
Besides, there is not much time left for her, she will continue to do nothing, stay in the temple and be cold-eyed, and she will stare at the disaster.
Shu Ange believes in making a move after a decision, and it is the kingly way to do it yourself.
Therefore, Shu Ange feels that the most important thing for her right now is to go out to see the world and people, find a way to make a living, and then act on her own again.
The idea was decided, and Shu Ange immediately went to find the master in charge of secular affairs in the temple, and asked him to give him a few days of grace so that she could go down the mountain to buy some sundries.
The world is difficult, people have pinned their hopes on the Buddha's blessing, so the monk's life is not bad.
There are many kind monks in the temple, but there are also people who are cunning and cunning.
Therefore, when Shu Ange came to speak, he just raised his eyebrows and said meanly: "Buy? Do you have any money? I'm afraid that I will steal the ink and calligraphy from the temple again, and sell it down the mountain, filling my own pockets."
He said yin and yang angrily, it was about the original owner's name and festival, Shu Ange couldn't give in and said angrily: "The monks don't make lies, master, you are not afraid of the Buddha's fault on you? Although the family is poor, he is bright and upright, and he has never been a robber. If the master doesn't believe it, we can find the host to confront it."
In this day and age, the reputation of the scholar is beyond the sky. If the theft is reported, Liu Yuanfang will not say it is an official career in the future, I am afraid it will be difficult to find a job where he can live in peace.
At this point, Shu Ange couldn't allow him to slander the original owner's reputation.
The big monk in charge of common things just said casually, seeing that Shu Ange was more serious, and he wanted to take him to see the host, he immediately softened.
He secretly scolded the scholar for being pedantic in his heart, but said on his face, "Hmph, people are separated from their stomachs, and monks are compassionate, and poor monks don't care about you."
When Liu Yuanfang copied the scriptures, he usually went to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in the temple, where paper and pens were specially prepared, and there were a number of pens, ink, paper and inkstone, and there was absolutely no possibility of greed for ink.
Moreover, with Liu Yuanfang as a person, after being knocked down, he would rather go hungry than go to beg with the cheek, so how could he steal.
To add to the blame, Shu Ange didn't care about the fat monk's sarcasm. The temple is not a place to stay for a long time, and she will not always look at people's faces here.
She didn't answer, the fat monk mocked for a while, feeling bored, waved at her in disgust, and shouted, "Go ahead, but today's task of copying books still can't be erased, there are no idle people in Shanyue Temple. ."
Shu Ange returned to the hut where Liu Yuanfang lived. She changed into a clean old robe and grate her hair as neatly as possible.
After finishing packing, Shu Ange went down the mountain refreshingly with the twenty big coins and the only four or five copybooks he had found from the poor luggage of the original owner.
Shanyue Temple is in the northwest suburb of Muyang City, not too far from Muyang City. In less than an hour, Shu Ange walked down the mountain.
It's just that the original owner was a weak scholar. She walked down this trip and felt dizzy and tired. It seemed that the martial arts would be practiced as soon as possible.
As we approached the outskirts of the city, there were more and more people, and Shu Ange's eyes finally benefited a bit.
At this time, it is the spring season in March, and the spring in Muyang City is fascinating.
On both sides of the road that Shu Ange walked down the mountain, it is the famous place for spring walks in Muyang City.
The peach blossom forests and apricot blossom forests on both sides are full of splendid flowers, and they are red and bright.
What is more intoxicating than the spring colors are the young boys and girls who are wearing all kinds of clothes and playing in spring.
Jiangnan is beautiful, and even the air is moist.
Today happened to be the day when the noble children invited each other to enjoy the flowers. A few feet away from the road, there was a row of scarlet carriages parked.
The flower forest has already been cleared by the guards, and only pedestrians are allowed to pass by, but it is not allowed to enjoy the flowers.
Through the splendid flowers, Shu Ange could vaguely see the crimson faces of the girls under the variegated flowers.
They were in groups of three or five, their clothes fluttering like colorful clouds, and they formed a circle laughing and making noises, and from time to time it was said that there was a silver bell-like laughter.
Looking at the way they cover their mouths and chuckle, and sometimes their eyes wander, you don't have to think about it, you know that they should be talking about the boy next door who is also dressed and angry.
An innocent girl of this age is not worried about anything, just leaning on the door to look back and looking forward to Lang Gu.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for a few young men dressed in broad robes and big sleeves to approach the girls that Shu Ange was paying attention to.
Not knowing what one of the teenagers said, a young girl jumped into his arms with joy, causing the female companions to hide their mouths and laugh.
In this era, as long as the family ranks are the same, the love of young men and women can often be used as a manifestation of celebrity.
The atmosphere is warm and wanton, and the young smile is like the spring breeze blowing through peach blossoms and willows.
When he first arrived in the mission world, in order to get acquainted with the customs here earlier, Shu Ange couldn't help but take a second glance.
In addition to these handsome boys and girls, there were passersby dressed as civilians who passed by. Their clothes were rough, their bodies were awkward, their eyes were alert, and their eyes were full of envy and fear when they looked at the men and women in Chinese clothes.
Such indulgent little sons and daughters, Shu An singer admires them, but dare not disturb them rashly.
She shifted her gaze to a passerby, and asked an old man in his thirties and forties, with dark skin and hunched body, dressed like a stranger.
"Father, where did you come from?"
"Hey, from the north."
Maybe it was Shu Ange's bookishness that made the old man feel at ease. He glanced at Shu Ange with cloudy eyes and muttered back.
Muyang City is already in the extreme north of the beam, and further north, isn't it?
"Is the old man from Qi? How is it over there?"
Shu Ange looked worried and asked again.
"It's a mess, it's a mess, I can't live anymore-"
It seems that this is a refugee from Qi State, Shu Ange's heart sinks slightly, and he watches the old man stagger away.
In the world where the wealthy nobles and the royal family are united and wantonly exploited, the state of Qi can't stay, is it better for Liang Guohui?
(Meow, there is very little feedback from everyone. The plot of this story is trending. Our beautiful man may have less appearances. Do you want to add drama?)