Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Mr. Zhuang is mainly looking for anthologies published in recent years, and he is not at all interested in the bamboo slips on this wall.

The three children stood motionless by the bamboo slips, looking for their favorite books.

But the books that can be left on the bamboo slips, or the books they made out of the bamboo slips, will not be very interesting.

So Bai Erlang searched for a long time, only found two volumes, he hugged the bamboo slips and said: "I've made up my mind, I just need to read these two volumes in the next few months."

Both Bai Shanbao and Man Bao looked at him with contempt.

Man Bao looked to the left, and Bai Shanbao looked to the right.

Bai Shanbao selected several volumes of bamboo slips, and a staff gave him a basket to hold the bamboo slips.

Man Bao squatted in the corner without moving for a long time, so Bai Shanbao walked up with the basket and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Man Bao quickly waved to him, showed him the bamboo slips in his hand, and said, "Look, "Shui Jing Zhu"."

Bai Shanbao squatted down immediately, took it over to read it, and asked after reading it for a long time, "There is no title, how do you know it is "Shui Jing Zhu"?"

"Didn't the "Sui Shu" contain the catalog of "Shui Jing Zhu"? It's a pity that the "Sui Shu" in your family's collection is not complete. What we see are fragments. This bamboo slip is written about river water. I think it is "Shui Jing Zhu"."

Bai Shanbao became excited, lowered his voice and said, "Let's look for it again."

Man Bao nodded, and the two began to diverge from this position. After a while, Man Bao picked out two more bamboo slips, and said slightly excitedly: "These two scrolls are all Weishui."

Bai Shanbao also found two volumes, "This is Jiangshui."

After Mr. Zhuang had chosen the book, he wanted to greet the three younger ones to go back together, but he saw that Man Bao and the two were concentrating on looking for the bamboo slips, and there were already many bamboo slips in the basket beside them.

After a pause, he shook his head and laughed, forget it, they are all books anyway, and they are not short of money, so they can buy them if they want.

So he was not in a hurry to go back, he found a book, sat down with his hands behind his back, and waited for them while reading.

Bai Erlang was sitting opposite him, holding a book and reading it with great interest.

Mr. Zhuang glanced at it, saw that it was an anecdote, and ignored it if it wasn't some other mess.

The clerk puts the books they have chosen in the basket, and then puts the basket at their feet. When they are about to leave, they can go to checkout with the basket.

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao stayed until the bookstore was about to close, and it was almost dark outside, then rubbed their waists and put all the bamboo slips they found into the basket.

Because there are too many, one basket can't fit.

The clerk was very happy and brought another big basket, thinking that the two little guest officers were young, so they thoughtfully carried the basket to the counter.

After all, a book of bamboo slips is not light, and a basket of bamboo slips is even heavier.

Mr. Zhuang put away the book, looked up and saw the two baskets of bamboo slips, and couldn't help but fell silent.

He guessed that the two children would buy it, but he didn't expect them to buy so much.

Mr. Zhuang coughed lightly and asked, "Man Bao, Shan Bao, don't you think about it any more?"

Bai Erlang also raised his head from the book he was obsessed with, and seeing the bamboo slips the two of them had chosen, he exclaimed, "Are you crazy?"

Bai Shanbao glanced at him, saw the book in his hand, and asked, "Do you want to buy it?"

Feeling guilty, Bai Erlang peeked at Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang just glanced at him and then looked away, Bai Erlang mouthed to Bai Shanbao: "Buy!"

The clerk was afraid that they would not buy it, so he hurriedly said, "Young master, young lady, will I send you to pay the bill?"

Bai Shanbao nodded, "Mister please first."

Man Bao went to pick up Mr. Zhuang's book basket.

Mr. Zhuang glanced at their book baskets and felt that something was wrong. After he settled his books, he remembered, "Shanbao, didn't you come to the bookstore today to buy the books on the list? Where are the books?"

Bai Shanbao opened his mouth wide...

Man Bao widened his eyes...

Bai Erlang was stunned for a moment and then couldn't help laughing.

The shopkeeper understood as soon as he heard it, and immediately said cheerfully: "What books do you want to buy, young master? Why don't you give me the list of books, and the little old man will pick them up for you."

Bai Shanbao gave him the book list, and in the end he bought the most books and spent the most money.

"Shui Jing Zhu" was taken out separately, and Man Bao paid for it, and finally the two of them shared the money equally.

The shopkeeper flipped through it, and there was a serial number at the end of each bamboo slip, and the serial number represented the price.

Seriously speaking, the price of a roll of bamboo slips is not higher than that of paper books. Although it is troublesome to engrave bamboo slips, there are not many characters on a roll of bamboo slips.

And at present, except for a small number of people, the vast majority of readers still prefer paper books.

The fledgling children like Bai Shanbao think that holding a roll of bamboo slips looks very handsome. In fact, most of the bamboo slips now have manuscripts, but those manuscripts will not appear in their bookstores.

Because seriously, the price of one roll of bamboo slips is indeed lower than that of a book, but the price of ten rolls of bamboo slips must be much higher than that of a book.

And ten volumes of bamboo slips may not be able to finish a book, so it is still very cost-effective to sell bamboo slips. The bamboo slips on the side of the bookstore are prepared for these young people.

The shopkeeper settled the accounts for them with a smile, and didn't mind at all that they delayed his closing time. Such a proud customer should come every day.

The shopkeeper generously gave them the book baskets filled with books, and Daji put three large book baskets in the car, so there would not be so many people in the car.

Man Bao looked around and saw that the sun was setting, and the stalls on both sides were closed except for food, and the shops on both sides were similar, except for restaurants and restaurants, the rest were also closed.

Man Bao said: "Let's go back and buy food by the way."

Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang nodded immediately, "Okay, okay."

Daji flatly refused, "No."

How could he rest assured that the three little ones would go back by themselves?

Mr. Zhuang also lifted the curtain and said, "Don't mess around, go home first."

Man Bao: "Sir, you have been sitting in the bookstore for half the afternoon, you should take a walk more to relax, or let's walk back together."

Bai Shanbao thought it made sense, and agreed again and again, "I've been in the bookstore for so long, my waist is sore, sir, come down and take a walk, let Daji drive the carriage by himself."

Daji: ...

Mr. Zhuang: ...

Bai Erlang climbed directly into the carriage to help Mr. Zhuang get off.

He looked at the three disciples helplessly, and looked outside at the familiar yet unfamiliar street. Mr. Zhuang felt a sense of loss in his heart, so he helped Bai Erlang's hand and got out of the car.

He glanced at the long street in front of him, nodded and said, "Okay, let's walk back."

Daji looked at them helplessly. Yizhou City is not Luojiang County. The streets here are spacious, but there are many cars. He can't walk slowly on the street with a horse and a cart. storage place.

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