Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

There is an inkstone with a corner missing, two brushes with caked ink on the nibs, and a stack of white rice paper.

Ruan Siyi loves elegance, and the books, calligraphy and paintings placed in the study room are all extremely expensive. At the beginning, those people fled with scrolls, but in the end they had nothing to scroll, so they swept away everything in the study room. After everyone's various shopping, this is what was left for Ruan Siyi.

Ruan Siyi touched these things with a complicated expression, but did not speak.

On the second day, he asked Mrs. Qiao for two taels of silver, but he didn't say what he was doing, and Mrs. Qiao didn't ask.

In the evening, he came back with a special bookcase in his arms. It is the kind of box that is one and a half feet wide and half a person's height, which can be carried behind the back or used as a simple small desk.

The next day, he took the bookcase and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and went out.

It is easy to think, but difficult to do.

When Ruan Siyi went out with the bookcase on his back, he didn't feel it yet. When he arrived at the place he had expected in advance, he stood there in a daze for a long time without putting the bookcase down.

On the street, the crowd is bustling. There are small merchants and peddlers on both sides, asking for a living, and he will also be asking for a living in this kind of place.

Ruan Siyi stood there, a strong sense of shame and humiliation invaded his heart.

"Hey, are you a scholar or not? I wrote a letter and I'm still waiting for something to happen."

He looked sideways and saw an old woman in her fifties standing there, looking at him impatiently.

"Put it on, put it on."

He put the bookcase down mechanically, took off the small stool above it, and took a thin board to place it on top of the bookcase, and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the side cover.

The ink was ground in advance, he walked carefully and did not spill it. Spreading out a piece of snow-white rice paper, he took a deep breath and asked the aunt what he wanted to write in a low voice.

The aunt seemed to be a writer who often wrote letters, and she spoke quickly.

While listening, Ruan Siyi thought about it, and after polishing, he wrote the first family letter in his life. After finishing writing, he imitated others and repeated it to the aunt.

After hearing this, the aunt asked urgently: "Can you, a scholar, know how to write letters? I don't understand what you write. If you don't know how to write, I'll find someone else."

Ruan Siyi blushed and didn't know what to say.

He was a little confused and didn't understand why he couldn't write well. He was proficient in all kinds of poems and songs, how could he not even write a letter well.

Suddenly, his mind flashed through the old lady's sentence "I don't understand", and suddenly realized, he hurriedly said: "This old lady, I will write another one for you."

"Then this letter is not considered money?"

Generally, writing letters to others is charged by the paper. For a letter, you only need to bring your own paper for three pennies, and if you don’t bring your own paper, you will be charged five pennies.

Ruan Siyi smiled wryly, and said, "It's not necessary."

As he spoke, he began to write in a hurry, and in just a few breaths, another family letter in the vernacular version was published.

Seeing that he wrote so quickly, the aunt was a little surprised, "You wrote it right, right? I didn't even start dictating, so you finished it?"

Of course Ruan Siyi understood what this aunt meant. He had always had a good memory, so it took only a short while, so he would not forget it.

Seeing that the aunt didn't believe it, he picked up the letter and dictated it.

After hearing this, the aunt looked at him in surprise and said: "You are a good scholar, with a good memory. You don't know, my daughter has married to a foreign country, and she will go to seal a letter every few days. The stall on the street that writes family letters is my friend. I’ve written them all, and they have to repeat them several times before I can finish one.”

Ruan Siyi was both joyful and bitter in his heart, and said, "Thank you Madam for your compliment, this is inappropriate."

The aunt took out a 'people's seal' and handed it to him, "Help me put it on, and write Sun Yuejiao on the cover."

"OK."

The aunt took the letter and left happily, leaving behind five copper coins.

Ruan Siyi stared at the five dirty copper plates, in a daze for a long time...