Hunter's Wife

Chapter 13: The First Snow

    "Guest officer, do you want to take a look at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone?" The stall owner next to him asked quickly when he saw that the two were leaving.

    Yuan Hong doesn't look like a scholar no matter how you look at it, but Zhang Jin is different. He has a warm and jade-like temperament, plus a good education. Although his clothes are a little shabby, everyone who sees him will subconsciously think that he is some rich family. The gentleman, his every move is different from ordinary people's elegance, so the stall owner subconsciously stops the two to ask.

    Zhang Jin heard the sound and glanced at his booth. In addition to the Four Treasures of the Study, he also displayed some paints for painting. Reading in ancient times was the most expensive thing, and the cost of buying the four treasures of the study accounted for a large part of the cost. It can be seen that these things are really not cheap.

    "Guest officer, your wife is very knowledgeable at first sight. Buy him a set." The stall owner was not a dull person. Seeing that Zhang Jin had no intention of buying, he quickly turned to Yuan Hong.

    Yuan Hong was thoughtful, and then asked Zhang Jin, "Are you literate?"

    Zhang Jin didn't know how to answer. He kept saying that he had lost his memory. Although his behavior was very different from the original body, there were other aspects. Lots of bugs.

    The original body and his mother and father fled here, and it is not a wealthy family, so how can they provide a scholar. But Zhang Jin is literate. He found that the characters here are the same as those in ancient China. How could he have not known calligraphy since elementary school. If he lied, he would keep pretending in the future, which was obviously impossible, and he didn't want to deceive Yuan Hong anymore, so Zhang Jin nodded.

    Yuan Hong didn't ask, "If that's the case, then buy a set."

    Zhang Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and the boat went straight to the bridge, forcing himself not to think about messy things. He carefully selected some ink, ink, ink, and paint for painting. He felt that these things should be used, but it cost them two taels of silver.

    When returning home, Yuan Hong was driving the car in front, and Zhang Jin was sitting beside him wrapped thickly. The scenery along the way was beautiful and pleasant. Zhang Jin regained his interest when he went. He couldn't wait to take out the flute he just bought. , couldn't help but play "Three Nongs of Plum Blossoms", this is a song he likes very much, and he usually plays the most. Quietly standing, extraordinarily enchanting and strong and proud, it makes the world yearn and admire.

    The ox cart was moving slowly, and the melodious sound of Qingyue’s flute reverberated in this world. Occasionally, passers-by stopped and listened until the ox cart was gone.

    Not only the pedestrians, Yuan Hong was also completely immersed in the sound of Zhang Jin's flute, waiting for Zhang Jin to finish playing it. Zhang Jin then blew the song "Xing to Gusu".

    In this way, he had reached the cave unknowingly. Yuan Hong reluctantly watched Zhang Jin put down his flute and get off the ox cart. This journey was the most nostalgic journey he had ever traveled in his life.

    After putting everything in place, Zhang Jin carried Xiao Huihui out.

    "I'm sorry, I locked you at home for a day." Zhang Jin touched its back, and Xiao Huihui hugged him affectionately as if responding.

    After feeding Xiao Huihui the hay, it was almost dark. The candles were lit, and the two of them had dinner casually with the cooked food they bought. After washing, they went to sleep.