The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"Actually, your three brothers are quite cute."

Listening to the joking noise coming from outside the house, Wu Mei couldn't help but smile, her magnificent eyes were very beautiful and moving.

"Forget it, it's too skinny..." Cheng Chubi sighed helplessly.

Wu Mei tried the needle and knew the feeling of the needle. Cheng Chubi also took out the bamboo slips left by Daochang Sun.

After Wu Mei glanced hastily, she realized the preciousness of these Sun Daochang's experiences.

"Can I transcribe these?"

"Of course there is no problem. There are papers and pens. By the way, you can use this. This is a blank booklet that I have ordered to bind..."

Cheng Chubi brought a blank book and handed it to Wu Meidao.

Looking at the pen and ink and blank books on the desk, and the spread out bamboo slips.

Wu Mei couldn't help but glanced sideways at Cheng Chubi who was packing her things.

"You are a good person."

Cheng Chubi didn't raise his head, he didn't say anything good. "Please add a male character among the good guys, thank you..."

Wu Mei snorted and began to copy intently.

Cheng Chubi sighed faintly, how could this fake woman with the world be so stubborn.

Wu Mei copied a full hour, and saw that it was about to noon, and couldn't help but hesitate.

Cheng Chubi's heart moved. She stayed here for too long, and she was afraid that Yang's would be uneasy.

"Or else, you take this volume home and copy it, and after you finish copying it, you can take it back and change it for the next volume."

Wu Mei nodded slightly, but stopped again, facing Cheng Chubi's suspicious gaze.

She dropped her thick black long eyelashes to cover the moving waves of smoke. "I'll copy here, can I?"

"Of course it's okay." Cheng Chubi thought of the Yang's house that he had visited several times, which was almost close to the Yang's house on the four walls of the home map.

Even the shawl she wore had an inconspicuous patch on the edge of the placket that was meticulously repaired.

Cheng Chubi couldn't help feeling pity, but he felt inappropriate to reach out.

After all, the violent temper of the second lady Wu might think that she has nothing to do with him.

And what's the saying, Sheng Mien, Dou Miqiu or what.

Cheng Chubi looked at Wu Mei, who was transcribing seriously, suddenly flashed his inspiration, and said with a smile.

"Your handwriting is pretty beautiful."

Hearing the compliments, Wu Mei couldn't help but smile, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly proudly.

"Of course, because I am very smart, my father invited me to Xixi since I was a child.

I don’t know how much I wrote about the posts that taught me to read and practice calligraphy..."

Now, after reading so many years of books, I can only watch my mother and Aunt Liu support the family, but I can't do anything about it.

Wu Mei's beautiful and beautiful face couldn't help but feel gloomy, making the surrounding atmosphere depressed a lot.

"It deserves to be practiced since I was a child, much better than me..." Cheng Chubi pretended not to notice, and continued to sigh with emotion.

Hearing this, Wu Mei bit her vermilion lip and looked at the youngest Cheng who offered her free pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Master Cheng, if you want to... I'll make a copy for you too.

My book is pretty good, and I copied it very carefully, and I won’t miss words or typos. "

"You show me first." Cheng Chubi reached out to Wu Mei and took over the booklet she copied.

Wu Mei's regular writing is quite beautiful, graceful and clear, but without losing its edge.

And the surface of the paper is very clean and tidy. Compared with his three younger brothers, it's just like, um...don't show off the ugliness of your family.

Cheng Chubi did not answer immediately, but Wu Mei looked at Cheng Chubi nervously, as if he was afraid he would disagree.

Cheng Chubi handed the book back to Wu Mei, got up and walked outside the house.

"???" Wu Mei was immediately fascinated. What is Cheng Lao San doing?

"Is the fourth oldest?"

"No! Fourth brother went to the cottage, I am the fifth." Cheng Laowu's answer came from a distance.

"Hurry up and call the butler for me."

"Good third brother, where is the third brother, let the second brother kill the enemy..."

"Good!" Cheng Laoliu exclaimed. "Wow..."

"Puff..." There was a voice behind him, and Cheng Chubi's face was as black as ink. Suddenly, I didn't want to help this woman.

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"My son, what are you looking for?" Cheng Fu quickly rushed over and saw Wu Mei here, and he returned to normal with a slight shock.

Cheng Chubi motioned to Cheng Fu to sit down and said.

"I heard that asking someone to copy the booklet costs money, right?"

Seeing Cheng Fu nodding, Cheng Chubi glanced in Wu Mei's direction.

"I want to ask Mrs. Wu to transcribe something for me."

"I, you don't need to give me money." Wu Mei was a little confused, and quickly declared.

"Do you want us to be stabbed in the backbone of Lu Guogong's mansion?" Cheng Chubi sat up unwillingly and said.

"Our Cheng family has always been rigorous in our family style, and we can't find the slightest fault in our work.

If you squeeze a weak woman, do our Cheng brothers still have the face to mix in the city of Chang'an? "

Cheng Fu saw the righteous Cheng Chubi blinked at himself several times, and saw Wu Mei being trained with a dazed expression.

I immediately saved my mind~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and nodded quickly. "Yes, right, second lady, my son is absolutely right."

"If you helped my son, if my son doesn't give you the corresponding reward.

That would be contrary to the family motto of my master to repay gratitude and revenge. "

Cheng Fu turned towards Wu Meidao who finally reacted.

"What's more, copying a book is a very complicated and delicate task, so the value is not cheap."

"How do copywriters usually calculate their remuneration, let's talk about it?" Cheng Chubi cleared his throat and asked Cheng Fu.

Cheng Fu answered without thinking.

"Generally speaking, poor copywriters can always get money for copying a set of the Lotus Sutra. Good copywriters can make three or five passes."

"Moreover, customers need to provide pens, inks, papers, inkstones and other materials used for scripture copying."

"Then tell me, how much does it cost to copy a blank book like this, and copy it all?"

"The villain must first take a look at the calligraphy of the second lady Wu."

Cheng Fu, a rough master, picked up the book that Wu Mei had copied before and flipped through it.

"This writing is good, it's really good, and it's so neat. The old man guessed it would cost about three hundred dollars, right?"

After listening to Cheng Chubi’s answering with Uncle Fu, Wu Mei, who hadn't cared much about copying the book, knew about it.

It turns out that copying books can also make money, and it seems that you can make a lot of money. Doesn't it mean that if you can take this big business?

Then the life of my own family can live well without the help of my brother-in-law.

After this thought, Wu Mei's mood instantly became tense, because she really hoped to succeed.

"No." Cheng Chubi suddenly said, vetoing Uncle Fu's words.

"???"