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"Those girls from poor families, in order to save some money for repairs, recite and memorize the knowledge in the book over and over again in the bookstore. Although families like ours can afford it, they still save the money they can. Bar!"

Song Xiang covered his mouth and smiled and said: "Is this the same Sister Zhou I know? You don't have to worry about spending money when you go to a brothel and eat fine wine? When it comes to buying books, my heart aches!"

"Oh my! Sister Song Xiang saw through it. This is my hobby!"

As soon as the carriage arrived at the door of the bookstore, a sharp voice was heard making noise, and it felt like it would not stop until it achieved its goal.

Zhou Yanzhen got off the carriage like an arrow from the string, and Song Xiang followed closely behind. He saw a group of Confucian girls in green shirts standing outside the bookstore, pointing at the two people.

"Chen Shiyuan's life is really hard. After his mother and father passed away, in order to bury his mother and father, he sold his house and stayed with his aunt. Who knew that her aunt was also a sinister person. She was afraid that Chen Shiyuan would spend money to study, so she I don’t want her to read it…”

"Yes, yes, I heard that her aunt wanted Shi Yuan to find a job to make money. If Shi Yuan didn't want to do it, her uncle wanted to kick her out of the house!"

"Now her uncle has found this place and is forcing Shi Yuan to go back and pack her things. It seems that she really can't tolerate her anymore!"

The girl named Chen Shiyuan knelt on the ground, looked at her uncle with her waist on her waist, and said pleadingly: "Uncle, please don't drive me away. If you drive me away, I really have nowhere to go!"

"You have nowhere to go? Why did you sell the house left by the old woman when you had no place to go!"

Hearing this, Chen Shiyuan cried and said: "How can I bury my parents if I don't sell them? Uncle, as long as I have a little room at home, I will not come to my aunt's house and bother my aunt and you. Just let me go again." Let’s live here for a while. Do you think it’s okay for me to move out after I pass the exam?”

The middle-aged man pointed his right hand at Chen Shiyuan's face and scolded: "At that time, your aunt and I asked you to wrap them up in straw mats and bury them, but you refused and took it upon yourself to sell the ancestral house left by the old woman. Coffin, you have left a reputation for filial piety, but you have caused great harm to my family!"

"Your aunt and I took you in because of our old friendship with your mother. It's good for you. Knowing that our family can't afford to support you, we still want to read this Lao Shizi's book and spend every day in the bookstore, looking like a poor person. When Can you make a fortune?"

Chen Shiyuan was unhappy when he heard this, but still suppressed the hatred in his heart and said: "Uncle, I have studied poetry and books since I was a child, just to get fame. How can I abandon it to do other things? I am not willing to do it!"

The middle-aged man continued to humiliate Chen Shiyuan and said, "If you insist on reading your Nao Shizi's book, then move out of my house. We have a big family and we can't afford to live alone!"

"Uncle, please don't drive me away. Can I move out after I finish this government examination? Please give me some more time!"

The middle-aged man was not moved at all, but hit Chen Shiyuan with words and said: "If you stop reading this book and find some business to make a living, then we will continue to support you and you can figure it out yourself! "

After saying that, he turned around and left without giving Chen Shiyuan time to reply. Before leaving, he deliberately said: "As the ancients said, a golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as your own doghouse. Why do you live in my house and ask for such a favor?" I feel uncomfortable eating, why not find a new place to live instead of just wasting my time here?"

A girl onlookers whispered: "It seems that her uncle is very annoyed with her and doesn't even want to pretend!"

"That's right, you still have to be embarrassed when you say it!"

Although Chen Shiyuan's classmates around him were dressed decently, none of them were willing to step forward to help!

Song Xiang shook her head, not wanting to get involved in this trivial matter. Her intuition told her that the matter was not as simple as it seemed.

"Let's go! Go in and take a look!"

Song Xiang called Zhou Yanzhen and walked into the bookstore.

On the second floor of the bookstore, the two young masters also saw the scene downstairs through the window. They both looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any books on travel notes or anecdotes?" Song Xiang walked to the counter and asked the woman who was dialing the abacus.

Hearing this, the woman raised her head, smiled and said, "Yes, you might as well go to the second floor to have a look!"

Song Xiang took Zhou Yanzhen to the second floor. As soon as he reached the bookshelf on one side, he saw the young master who saved his life when Chu Chu traveled through time.

He sat quietly in front of the window, sitting opposite a young man, reading a book with a gentle manner.

Zhou Yanzhen suppressed her excitement and bumped Song Xiang with her arm: "Look!"

The young master who was sitting opposite him in front of the window heard the movement, glanced in the direction of Song Xiang, and froze.

Song Xiang pinched his eyebrows and pretended to continue looking for books.

Zhou Yanzhen couldn't help but peek.

"Sister Song Xiang, I never thought that I could meet such a beautiful young master while visiting a bookstore!"

Song Xiang didn't speak. He glanced in the direction of the window, feeling entangled and in a dilemma.

It stands to reason that the young master has saved his life, and he should have gone to say hello to him, but last time in Fengbian County, his attitude was relatively cold, and it seemed that he did not want to have anything to do with him.

If he rushes over to get to know each other, I'm afraid he will attract gossip.

Therefore, after some consideration, Song Xiang gave up this idea and continued to look for books on travel notes and anecdotes.

Zhou Yanzhen asked in a low voice: "Sister Song Xiang, what are you looking for these for? Could it be that you bought them for Mr. Feng Mian?"

"He doesn't see this!"

"Then who did you buy it for?" Zhou Yanzhen was a little confused. Thinking of a possibility, she immediately asked excitedly, "Could it be that you bought it for Mr. Wei?"

Song Xiang nodded, acquiescing.

In front of the window, Luo Yijian, who was sitting opposite Rong Qiuli, put down the book in his hand and whispered: "Qiu Li, do you know the girl over there? She looks very good!"

Hearing that his appearance was outstanding, Rong Qiuli couldn't help but think of a person. He remembered that last time he went to Fengbian County, he saved a drowning girl. His appearance was indeed outstanding.

He glanced in the direction Luo Yijian said, and calmed down slightly in surprise: "Is it her?"

"Do you know Qiu Li?"

Rong Qiuli nodded almost imperceptibly: "I've met him once, but I'm not familiar with him!"

Luo Yijian sighed and said with some regret: "I think they look like Confucian scholars, and I want to get to know each other through Qiu Li!"

"Why do you know them?"

Luo Yijian said with a sad face: "My mother-in-law wants to choose a scholar with excellent literary talent to be my wife after the imperial examination. What if I choose a girl with a crooked mouth, a slanted face, a crooked melon, a cracked jujube, or an old man?" If you lose your lust, then my life will be over!"

Rong Qiuli's iceberg face, which had been frozen for thousands of years, broke the ice for the first time, revealing a faint smile: "How can the words of mother and father order a matchmaker to go beyond the private relationship between mother and monarch?"