Chapter 1683 Extra: The First Pot of Gold

Shen He nodded, looked at the recipes posted on the wall, and then selected a few other recipes and wrote them down.

The first line is traditional Chinese characters and the second line is simplified Chinese characters.

People around him suddenly shouted: "Little girl, the second line of your words is missing arms and legs. This is not good!" Shen He immediately raised his hands and said: "This uncle Mingjian. I didn't mean to write the wrong words, but Because my younger brother has limited knowledge, he really can't remember so many handwriting fonts, so I improved it to make it easier for people who have never read books to read.

Books, of course, still have to be written in the original font! This is just a helpless move on my part, please be aware of this! "

After listening to Shen He's words, the uncle nodded and said: "The little girl is quite sensible. It is rare to have her own character at a young age. I don't know what the little girl is..."

The uncle originally wanted to ask which family Shen He belonged to, but when he saw the shabby clothes on Shen He's body, he suddenly couldn't tell.

Shen He immediately understood what the other party meant and said sheepishly: "My father was originally a scholar. He passed away a few years ago. My calligraphy was taught by my father."

I have no choice but to blame all the reasons on my cheap daddy!

The people around him suddenly looked astonished.

Even so, he is already a prodigy.

It's a pity that she is a girl, otherwise...

What a pity!

Shen He didn't feel any pity at all at this moment. She was grateful in her heart that when she was three years old, her mother forced her to practice calligraphy and found so many copybooks for herself to copy.

If I hadn’t copied so many works in my previous life, I would have been blind in this life!

Sure enough, no talent is redundant.

The shopkeeper lost the bet and was a bachelor, so he directly pointed out fifty coins and handed it to Shen He. Shen He waved his hand and said: "It's just a small thing, not worth taking seriously. This uncle is right, learning is about being down-to-earth. This kind of opportunistic behavior is okay occasionally, but the real use is The knowledge taught by Confucius

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When the group of people saw that Shen He was young and spoke like an adult, they suddenly looked at him with admiration.

After getting acquainted with everyone, Shen He finally raised his question: "Uncles and uncles, can you still look past my words?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you have character at such a young age. It's so rare." The uncle who just criticized Shen He immediately said, "Compared to the wives in the colleges in our town, they are no less generous."

Shen He smiled and asked his second question: "Then if I want to find a job copying books, can I do it?"

The people around were startled, seeing a girl copying books for the first time.

But her handwriting is really good.

At this time, a person in the crowd said: "I know that the old lady of Zhou Yuan's family in the town has been asking for Buddhist scriptures recently, but she has never found a suitable person to write them. The little girl's calligraphy is quite good, you can try it. ”

Shen He immediately bowed to this man and saluted: "Thank you uncle for the tip."

Seeing that Shen He was so polite, the man immediately said, "Let's do this. When you go to Zhou Yuan's wife's house, just say that I introduced you there."

At this time, the shopkeeper spoke: "Little girl, please thank Mr. Feng Er more! He is a gentleman from the academy in our town."

Shen He was overjoyed and bowed again: "Thank you Master."

After receiving the news, Shen He turned around and went to Zhou Yuan's wife's house to introduce himself.

At first, Zhou Yuan's family refused to let him in. He gave Mr. Feng Er's name before he was allowed in.

Zhou Yuanwai's old mother believed in Buddhism and had always wanted to find someone to copy Buddhist scriptures properly.

However, the talented students were too embarrassed to deal with this kind of family affair, for fear of being said to be an insult to being polite and making money from women.

Don't worry about it affecting your identity, my handwriting is poor.

So I never found the right candidate.

Shen He also knew that no matter how much nonsense he talked, it would be better to just write in his own hand. So after the old lady arrived, Shen He directly wrote a paragraph of the Diamond Sutra silently with a splash of ink.

Thanks again to my dear mother who transformed into a devil flower. She often copied Buddhist scriptures when she was forced to practice calligraphy, so Shen He could recite and silently write a paragraph of Buddhist scriptures easily.

When the old lady saw that Shen He had finished writing, she was overjoyed: "Oh my, the little girl's handwriting is really good! The small regular script with hairpin flowers is no worse than that of a scholar."

Shen He had already burst into tears in his heart: Yes, yes, I have practiced calligraphy for more than 20 years!

Mrs. Zhou looked at Shen He's clothes and she understood a little bit.

This is a miserable child!

Children who can practice calligraphy well must not be from a low background. It is really sad to be in such a miserable state now.

Mrs. Zhou immediately asked someone to prepare a new set of clothes for Shen He and said, "I agree with this word. I have the Diamond Sutra and the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra here. When will you finish copying them?"

Shen He weighed it and said: "If I only write it here, it will take about ten days if I exclude the time for going back and forth. If I take it back and write it, it will only take six days."

Mrs. Zhou hesitated for a moment and said, "Then your family..."

"To tell you back to the old lady, I have established my own household as a female household and have nothing to do with my family." Shen He smiled sweetly.

Mrs. Zhou felt even more uncomfortable.

How sad must this be to force a child to become a female householder on her own?

"Well, you can take it back and copy it." Mrs. Zhou said, "The sooner the better, but you must not make any mistakes!"

Shen He nodded vigorously.

"I will pay you five taels of silver as a deposit first. After I finish copying, I will pay you another five taels of silver. What do you think?" Mrs. Zhou asked.

Shen He immediately stood up and saluted Mrs. Zhou: "Thank you, Mrs. Zhou!"

When leaving Zhou Yuanwai's house, Shen He had already changed out of his clothes and was still carrying two bags in his hand.

One bag contained pens, ink, paper, inkstones, and old clothes, and the other bag contained some food given by the old lady.

When Shen He walked back, he was very happy in his heart.

This is the first pot of gold she has earned in this world.

She believes that she can make more money with her own hands.

Shen He was once again grateful to his mother for forcing him to learn so many talents in his previous life, and finally put them to use in this life.

While walking back, Shen He told Uncle Wang what happened today, almost bluffing Uncle Wang to the point where he couldn't stand.

"What? You can write? Why haven't I heard you say that before?" Uncle Wang asked.

Shen He replied: "I used to practice writing with a stick at home when I didn't go out. When I was three years old, my father taught me to recite the Three-Character Classic and the Thousand-Character Classic. I can not only recite it but also write it."

Uncle Wang felt that he was hallucinating. He never expected that he would save a little prodigy!