The Transmigrated Li Jin’s Daily Farming Life

wanted to learn another type of font too.

In ancient times, both Liu Ti and Yan Ti were the mainstream fonts for writing articles in imperial examinations.

But because every student was going to write using those fonts, so if you want your answer sheet to stand out, you shouldn’t blindly imitate them.

Li Jin had practiced calligraphy for more than ten years in his past life, maybe, he could use both the fonts to create a new style and use it in the exam.

This was mid-June, and the imperial exam was in February next year.
Li Jin could only start now and hoped that before the exam, he could smoothly write in the new fonts.

If the answer sheet was neat and clean, the examiner would surely take a look at the text more.

Li Jin was not a genius who could create a new mainstream calligraphy font, but he could apply his past knowledge and create somewhat clear and unique handwriting.

He intended to put extra time to improve his handwriting in the future.

If talent was not enough, diligence would make up for it.

After purchasing pen and paper, Li Jin decided to buy eggs and vegetables from the villagers.

The youth had just recovered and his body needed more nutrition.
Li Jin planned to buy more pork belly, to make braised pork for dinner.

The youth seemed to like meat buns, so Li Jin went and bought two meat buns for him.

The teenager’s eyes would shine looking at those meat buns. 

The lady boss selling the meat buns looked at his straight back, again and felt familiar and strange.

This robe seemed quite familiar, why couldn’t she remember this person?

Suddenly, the daughter of the lady boss shouted, “Mother, he was the one who liked to drink and visit brothels! But it seems he hasn’t been there recently.”

There were so many people visiting this town, everyone was not familiar with each other.

Therefore, it took some time for them to remember Li Jin.

With such a reminder, the lady boss also remembered the person.

The lady boss said, “The person is the same, but why does it feel like two different people…”