The next day, in the rays of light, Erya went out with the scholar. Erya carried a bamboo basket on her back and the scholar held her hands on her back.

The straw sandals were dragging and dragging, the braids were shaking left and right, and humming an untuned song in his mouth, leaving Yu Shusheng.

Step through the mud, step through the earth and rocks, step through the morning dew.

The scholar followed behind without saying a word, watching her thin ankles crush everything.

After walking for more than ten miles, she never said hard work. It seemed that everything was enjoyment.

The scholar grabbed the bamboo basket on her shoulder and put it on his shoulder, making Erya smile relaxedly.

Erya jumped into the grass, rubbed the berries to the fullest, put them in her hands, spread them in front of the scholar, raised her head and her round eyes shone with light: "Eat."

A few purple-black berries were lying in her thin and narrow palms.

The scholar picked up one and put it into his mouth tentatively. The juice cracked and it was sweet!

Erya grinned happily.

When passing by the reeds, Erya stopped the sound and closed the song. Her straw sandals quickly and restrainedly flew over, and she also ran away from the jungle as if she was running away.

The scholar's eyes passed through the reeds, looking vigilantly, recalling the words of shrimp skin and Yuanzi in his mind. A girl in the reed marsh cut a rogue with a sickle.

He quickly followed Erya and followed her closely.

The sun rose through the sky, and the warm light shone on Erya.

The coldness behind Erya dissipated, and her smile bloomed on her face again.

The old bamboo craftsman at the intersection squinted his eyes and saw Erya passing by with an ugly man.

The man followed her closely, as if he was a guard.

This girl is so powerful that she actually has her own long-lasting follower.

Erya and the scholar disappeared in the eyes of the old bamboo craftsman.

When he arrived in the county, Erya first bought two kilograms of grain and put them in a bamboo basket on the scholar's shoulder, and then went to find someone to find out where the study was.

The scholar followed her silently, listened to her and watched her inquire with others.

Soon, the knife and pen shop arrived. As soon as Erya entered the shop, she stretched her neck and praised her. It was interesting. She wrote and wrote ink on the side, and axe on the side, hooked and forked on the side.

The round eyes were immediately attracted by the shiny sword, and they rushed straight over, pointing and marveling. It seemed that they didn't see the luxurious bookshelf about a meter tall on the other side.

The scholar stood beside the desk, looking at her quietly, looking at her braids in front of a row of big swords, and pointing at them.

The shop's friend came over and looked up and down at the turtle girl in front of her. Her shiny eyes stared at the shiny knife, and she loved it very much.

The guy couldn't help but be attracted by the light and was infected by her, and he felt expectant. This was a real person who knew the goods. He was full of interest and praised and promoted the sword in front of him.

Erya suddenly came back to her senses and frowned: "Man, I don't buy a big knife, I already have a knife."

The guy was surprised: "Where is your knife?"

Erya pointed at the scholar: "Look, he is my big knife."

"What?"

Erya raised her head and looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the store, and sniffed, "My man, my big knife is better than any of the fine brushes in your store."

It's the man's turn to sniff.

Erya hummed while taking out the scholar's calligraphy and painting from the bamboo basket, spread it out in a corner, and put it in front of the shopkeeper.

The scholar's calligraphy and paintings are filled with bright momentum, and the viewer is shocked and shocked.

The shopkeeper stopped his impatient hand while tidying up the abacus, his eyes stuck to the words, and his neck walked with Erya's hand gradually spreading, and he was impatient and urged Erya to expand it all as soon as possible!

Erya took all the surprises of the shopkeeper. He couldn't even hide it, and he couldn't even cover it up after a while.

The calligraphy and paintings were fully unfolded, and the shopkeeper's hand was trembling and stretched out to touch it.

Erya quickly put away the calligraphy and paintings, held her hands behind her back, raised her head, and said, "Shopkeeper, how much money do you give me?"

At this moment, the old shopkeeper remembered to modify his expression. He straightened his waist, wiped his saliva, and left his hands to his waist, looking up and down Erya and the "big knife" behind Erya.

Poverty and sour, where did this good word come from? Could it be that I stole it?

"Tell me the truth, where did you get it? I didn't bully you, you just mess up. Could this letter have been stolen by someone. I came to sell stolen goods and implicated the store, but it was a big bad thing. Leave as soon as possible." The shopkeeper raised his face and thought to himself that you are panicked now.

In fact, I was drooling in my heart, hoping that Erya could say "No".

Erya smiled slightly: "Old man, you think this calligraphy is good, and I think it's good. Even if we have ordinary knowledge, we don't have to divide it into different levels. As for the source of calligraphy and paintings, I will let you see it. Come on, serve the pen and ink."
Chapter completed!