The body is very precious.

For example, his main source of income was actually helping people revise and copy books.

Most of the scrolls came from academies or temples in nearby towns. Those places had piled up a large number of scrolls that needed to be revised and copied. Since they did not have enough manpower, they had to find people from the public to do the work.

These places were very generous. Excluding the cost of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, and the cost of having someone deliver it to the town, one could get about 180 to 200 coins for each volume compiled.

You can earn more than going up the mountain to pick herbs.

As for moving the little koi to his side to "supervise", it was purely because Jing Li was bored. When he was left alone, he frantically splashed water in protest until Qin Zhao brought him over.

Jing Li lay beside the wooden barrel, supervising Qin Zhao writing attentively.

This era was not in history, and the characters used were not any of the ancient characters Jing Li knew. Jing Li had been reading for so many days, but apart from being able to see that Qin Zhao's handwriting was elegant and graceful, he knew nothing about the content.

A well-educated student traveled back to ancient times and became illiterate.

Jing Li felt sad every time he thought about it.

Qin Zhao had been working on the scroll for four or five days, and today was the day he was nearing the end. As he finished writing the last word, he looked up to see the little koi fish floating on the surface, sound asleep.

She clamored to stay by his side all day, but fell asleep faster than anyone else.

Qin Zhao couldn't help but gently poked the other party's turned-over fish belly.

The little koi fish looked quite scary when it was sleeping. Its light pink belly was turned upwards, and its body was bobbing up and down in the water. It was sleeping so soundly that no matter how much you called it, you couldn't wake it up.

When Qin Zhao saw it for the first time, he almost thought the little koi had died.

It is the same now. The little koi is lying on its back on the water, sleeping very soundly. Its tail, spread out on the water, is spread out like silk, and every texture is clearly visible.

Every time Qin Zhao poked him, the fish tail would move softly, and it looked and felt great.

Qin Zhao was in high spirits and couldn't help but touch it several times, but it caused Yuwei to slap it hard.

Jing Li woke up from the other party's persistent "harassment", turned over in the water angrily, and opened his mouth to bite people.

Fortunately, Qin Zhao was prepared and dodged it quickly.

The little koi is in a bad mood when waking up, and it’s quite serious.

"Okay, don't be angry." Qin Zhao said, "I'm done with this. How about I take you to the stream to play?"

Going out and playing?

Jing Li graciously calmed down and patted the water surface with his tail to show his agreement.

There's no way, it's too boring to stay in the house.

Jing Li was originally a person who couldn't sit still. Now he has become a fish and is kept in a small wooden barrel. It's hard to describe how depressed he feels.

But even so, he had no intention of leaving here for the time being.

Because...what Qin Zhao cooks is so delicious.

Obviously, they are just ordinary coarse grains and wild vegetables, but Qin Zhao can make them into delicious dishes in various ways. Isn't this an undisputed reason to stay?

Jing Li would rather be a domestic koi than having to eat only small fish, shrimps and aquatic plants after leaving.

Anyway, Qin Zhao would take him out for some fresh air every day.

Qin Zhao's home was not far from the stream. It would take less than half a cup of tea to walk west from the door and arrive there.

Linxi Village was built along a stream, with several roads leading to the river's edge. Qin Zhao often took Jing Li to the upper reaches, where, aside from the occasional villager fetching water for cooking, there were few other people passing by.

The weather is nice today. The warm sunshine shines on the crystal clear stream, making the ripples sparkle.