Chapter 32 A penny can hardly kill both the master and the servant (Part 2)

At about the same time as yesterday, there was another spring rain of similar size in Chang'an City. The raindrops hit the thick surface of the big black umbrella and made a muffled sound, like water droplets falling into dust. Not a drop of rainwater can penetrate the umbrella surface. The big black umbrella seems to be large enough to shelter an entire polo team from the wind and rain. But for some reason, Ning Que and Sang Sang, standing under the black umbrella, still feel like they are getting wet. I felt so cold that my body was about to turn into an ice sculpture.

"Find a place to take shelter from the rain." He said in a hoarse voice. Then he remembered the strange thing on the street yesterday and added: "Don't go to Zhuque Street."

So the master and servant walked aimlessly for a distance along the green trees on the street, and then stood under the quiet eaves of a side street in Chang'an North City, putting away their black umbrellas. After that, the two of them were silent for a long time. Looking at the densely woven raindrops in front of me and the little splashes of water not far away from my boots, I was completely speechless.

"I am the Great Tang Empire..." Ning Que's tone when he said the six words "The Great Tang Empire" was completely without his usual confidence and pride, but with a bit of resentment, "... I actually make money from education. It's really It's shameful. Even if you don't include room and board, can't the fee be cheaper? And you know that I saved your princess and just asked someone to send a message? It's just money, it's not grand at all!"

Compared with the empty talks on the country's great politics and the popularity of preciousness, Sang Sang is obviously more concerned about those specific things. It is definitely not possible to live in the inn for more than a month. We don't have so much money. If you insist on taking the college, then even if we go to the temple, it does not make sense, because the silver less than two hundred or two in total. Hua, so our problem is not now how to save money, but how to make money. "

"How to earn?" The teenager sighed with an umbrella as a stick, and sighed: "This is a problem."

Spring rain was stunned, and the master and servant hid the rain while hiding on the street while thinking about the issue of life.

Hunting is naturally not good. It is said that selling prey can earn the terrible 32 silver per month. The key question is that there is no place where there is no hunting near Chang'an City. In Weicheng, Ning Que realized this. The mountains and forests around Chang'an were all emperors. The prey in the mountains naturally was also the emperor. A terrible crime of stealing the royal garden.

Sang Sang raised his face and said timidly: "Women's redness is not good. I looked at the street stalls carefully that night. I can't understand it if I look at it. "

It was rather to look at the rain in front of the rain, and said with emotion: "Unfortunately, there are no horses or thieves around Chang'an City, otherwise how can you kill a few nests, you can take advantage of enough silver. It's so stupid. The money that killed the horse thieves all paid the public honestly, and did not know to leave a private house. Ghost.

Sang Sang said with a clever voice and blame: "I said at the time that you killed too hard. As a result, the horse thieves on the other side of Caobi Lake sent someone to stare at Weicheng all day long. Failure to escape, where can I still grab the money in this way?

"At the time, I was not too much experience."

Ning Que said embarrassedly, and suddenly he frowned and said, "How about mixed gangs? I can't go directly to borrow money from the little sunspot, but through his relationship, mixes into the gang, and then strive to get up in ten days to collect black money. how?"

"You have said that the academy also has to assess the virtue of students. If you let the academy know that you mixed gangs to oppress goodness, you may directly remove you. At that time, you don't need to earn this dark money." Sang Sang reminded.

Ning Que hated that his little maid always seemed stupid and lazy when she needed to show her memory, and when she didn't need to show her memory, she always acted like a smart and memorizing child, like a genius child. He said angrily: "Then what do you mean? What should I do? If I want to make money without letting the academy know about it, I can only become a killer!"

"The question is, where is the killer organization? I can't just walk up to someone in black clothes on Chang'an Street and ask with a shy face: Excuse me, I want to know where the most powerful killer organization in the Tang Empire is, please excuse me. Give me directions?"

Sangsang was not afraid of his embarrassment and said seriously: "Master, I know you feel embarrassed, but we have to find a way to make money, otherwise we should just go back to Weicheng."

"I said that if I don't behave like a human being, I won't go back until I die." Ning Que said bitterly.

In Minshan, Weicheng, and the grasslands, no matter what hardships and poverty they encountered, he and Sangsang could survive it. But now in the prosperous Chang'an City, survival has become a serious problem for them. A penny can stump a hero and give the master and servant a headache.

Ning Que's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Yes! We sell preserved eggs! No, it should be said to be preserved eggs!"

Sangsang frowned and repeated, "Preserved egg?"

He smiled slightly and said: "There is no doubt that the preserved eggs I make are the most delicious in the Tang Dynasty."

Sangsang looked at him and said seriously: "But everyone in Weicheng doesn't like to eat it, and I don't like to eat it either. It's too bitter."

Ning Que suppressed his smile, looked at the embarrassed pedestrians in the rain, and pretended to be calm and said, "Actually, I was telling a joke."

Sangsang looked up at his chin. After hesitating for a long time, he mustered up the courage to say, "Master, there is actually a very simple way to make money. I just don't know if you are willing."

Ning Que turned his head and instantly felt that the little black face of the little maid had become more pleasing to the eye and more beautiful than ever before. He said gently: "Now, as long as you can make money, there is nothing you don't want to do."

Sangsang replied: "Master, your calligraphy is so good, let's sell it."

Ning Que's expression froze, he looked at her and said seriously: "Sang Sang, you have become ugly."

"Huh?" Sangsang was confused.

Ning Que angrily lectured: "What is selling calligraphy? That's called calligraphy! Do you understand calligraphy? How can you sell something about a scholar! I would rather sell myself than sell this thing!"

Sangsang shouted angrily: "Master, you are not a scholar, you are just a woodcutter. Don't you always say that you are better at writing than killing? Since you are willing to make money by killing people, why can't you make money by writing? !"

Ning Que weakly retorted without any confidence: "As I said, that's not called writing, it's called calligraphy."

He lowered his head and looked at his boots that were soaked by the rain, and looked at the words he had just written on his feet with a black umbrella dripping with rainwater, knowing that his life had once again been defeated by the little maid.

The cool handwriting written in the rainwater is as follows: If you don't suffer from poverty, you will suffer from a brave maid.