Chapter 11 The Mother of Success is Failure
At this point, the recollection officially ended. Zhou Chongwen was still waiting for the next words, but Su Luo didn't want to speak again. Zhou Chongwen pointed at the vegetable leaves that Su Luo had just grabbed from his head and asked, "What's going on here?"
Su Luo pursed her lips, unwilling to mention the sad things. Who said that the ancient people were conservative and simple? She wanted to beat the person who said that to death.
Seeing injustice on the road, she drew her sword to help, right? Why did the village girl use all the vegetables in her basket to send her off when she jumped out to help her get rid of the entanglement of the evil young man? She also accused Su Luo of blocking her opportunity and ruining her future. Who can she complain to?
Su Luo angrily kicked the vegetable leaves away from his feet and said, "I'm hungry!"
Zhou Chongwen seemed to have been prepared. He took out two steamed buns from his small cloth bag and handed one to Su Luo. Su Luo looked at the dry buns and had no desire to eat them. He made a new request, "I'm thirsty."
Zhou Chongwen remained silent as usual. He lowered his head and took out a small water bag from the cloth bag and handed it over.
Su Luo stared at the small cloth bag and said, "I want to sleep." She didn't believe that this guy could take out anything.
The pillow is made of ceramic, small, square and exquisite.
Su Luo was convinced, "Are you Doraemon?"
"Cat?" Zhou Chongwen took out a small blanket from the cloth bag and pointed to the empty steps beside him and said, "Take a good rest. We have to rush back to the village before dark."
Su Luo looked down at the pile of things in his arms, then at the small cloth bag next to him. Was there really a four-dimensional space there? It seemed impossible to fit so many things in there. Then he looked at Zhou Chongwen who had set up his stall again. He obviously thought Su Luo wanted to take a break first.
Although Su Luo was grateful that this guy didn't laugh at her, it made her even more unwilling. There must be another way. As a modern person, I can't make a penny when I go back to four hundred years ago. If I tell others about it, all the seniors who traveled through time will laugh.
It seemed as if God wanted to give Su Luo a thorough blow. While she was feeling sorry for herself, Zhou Chongwen actually welcomed his first customer of the day.
It was a boy who looked older than Su Yi. He was holding a bowl in his hand and standing in front of Zhou Chongwen very awkwardly. "Mr. Zhou, I, I, I want to...can I..."
Su Luo blinked speechlessly. It seemed that he was a familiar customer, but what was he talking about? Was he playing a guessing game? Just when she wanted to remind the child to make his intentions clear, Zhou Chongwen nodded, "Okay."
Su Luo almost sprained his waist. It turned out that these two people were in a secret code.
The strange thing is that Zhou Chongwen didn't even ask the boy what he wanted to write. He picked up the pen and wrote it in one go. Then he blew the ink dry, folded it, and handed it to the boy.
The boy smiled shyly, put the bowl in his hand on the stall, then took the letter from home with both hands and said "thank you" repeatedly.
Su Luo looked at the boy's back as he left and opened her mouth to call him back, as she hadn't given him the money yet.
Zhou Chongwen waved his hand, pointed at the bowl and said, "This is the reward."
Su Luo was speechless and looked at him for a long time. "You also accepted this thing? Do you want to make a living?"
Zhou Chongwen smiled and said, "This kid's family is in Shandong. He followed his master here to make a living. He has to write letters home every two months to report his safety, but he has no money. I once thought about writing letters for him for free, but he didn't want to, so I used the porcelain he made to pay for it."
Su Luo picked up the bowl and looked at it . Although it was a little exquisite, it looked like a normal bowl no matter how you looked at it. It didn't seem to have any artistic value.
“How much does this bowl cost?”
Zhou Chongwen thought for a moment and asked, "One cent?"
Su Luo immediately lost interest and threw the bowl back into Zhou Chongwen's arms, "How many did you collect?"
"About ten." Zhou Chongwen began to pack up his stall. "Are you still taking a break?"
Su Luo glared at him, then watched with her own eyes as he methodically rolled up the blanket, wrapped the pillow, stuffed the water bag, packed all the pens and ink, and even stuffed the bowl in. It was neat and tidy, and it was the same small bag that he had brought when he came.
I'm impressed that all the space can be used so effectively.
Anyway, although Zhou Chongwen didn't make any money, he opened his business after all and made a small profit. In comparison, Su Luo looked a little depressed. In order to save face, her mind never stopped. Suddenly she asked, "Where is that kid from?"
“Shandong.”
Su Luo suddenly understood and became arrogant again, "Come on, take me to the Zhuxian Town Government. I have important information to provide."
It took Zhou Chongwen a long time to figure out that Su Luo wanted to go to the town government office, and he asked in confusion: "What information do you have?"
Su Luo smiled slyly but didn't reveal anything. To make money, if the civilian route didn't work, then she could go the official route. When she made meritorious contributions and was rewarded by the court, her worth would increase a hundredfold would also have the opportunity to go the harem route, influence the current situation and national policy, and change the fate of the country.
It is said that although there was a grievance drum at the gate of the ancient government office, it could not be struck casually, and even if it was struck, one could not enter the government office casually. Su Luo encountered this situation.
Of course she didn't beat the drum, nor did she report any grievances. She simply walked up to the officer on guard and expressed her desire to see the town-level officials.
Maybe she lacked a bit of the spirit of a turtle, the officer did not immediately inform our protagonist and cry and beg him to accept him as his younger brother. Instead, he just glared at Su Luo coldly and told her with his eyes: the cadre is not your younger brother, you can't see him whenever you want.
After several rounds of negotiations, Su Luo had no choice but to put the blame on the mayor's secretary, saying "You are responsible for the consequences of delaying national affairs", and finally met the mayor's secretary.
Zhou Chongwen saw all of this. He saw Su Luo whisper a few words to the master mysteriously, and the master's expression became serious. He then ordered both sides: "Take him out, and don't let this kind of lunatic in again."
So Su Luo was sent out on a stick, and the officer who had reluctantly reported for him pointed at her nose and cursed: I knew you were a lunatic.
Su Luo pointed to the heavens and swore to the earth: There will be a severe drought in Shandong between May and June, and the court should make preparations early. If this comes true, it will be a great achievement.
This time, there was no need for the officer to chase them away. Zhou Chongwen quickly pulled Su Luo away.
If he knew that this was the information Su Luo was going to report, he would not have brought her here.
It is just the beginning of spring now. Let alone May and June, even the next month is hard to predict. Why do you say Shandong is suffering from a severe drought? Besides, they are in Henan. Even if Shandong really suffers from a drought, how can you ask the mayor of Zhuxian Town to report it? He said that I observed the sky at night and learned that Shandong will suffer a disaster? Not to mention others, his immediate superior will have to beat him up for overstepping his authority. Besides, the territory of the Ming Dynasty is vast. There will be no year without disasters. How to prevent drought, locust disasters, ice disasters and floods? Can they be prevented?
Su Luo followed Zhou Chongwen dejectedly. She remembered the content mentioned in the first paragraph of "The 15th Year of Wanli", but ignored the fact that such disasters might be extremely common in ancient times. Didn't the book also say that such disasters are inevitable for a country with such a large territory?
Go out with great ambitions, come back home in disgrace. Su Luo didn't fulfill her wish of riding a horse carriage back to the village after all, and followed Zhou Chongwen into Baolai Village in the dust raised by the horse carriage. It was already dark at that time, and Su Yi had already cooked the porridge. Holding the steaming bowl of porridge, under the dim light, Su Luo suddenly felt a strong warmth of family affection. She remembered that when she was a child, she and that person squeezed in a rented basement, drinking porridge like this, and then fell asleep in that person's arms.
How nice it would be if it could have always been like that, if certain people had not appeared, if certain things had not happened, and the relationship between her and that person would not have become increasingly cold and hostile.
She was reminiscing and sighing, when suddenly an immature idea jumped into her mind. She wanted to change her destiny, not only the destiny in front of her, but also the destiny of some people four hundred years later.
