I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Su Yao never expected that Xu Ze would come back so soon.

He said that his grandfather was old and seriously ill, and he was rushing back home anxiously. Su Yao thought it would take at least half a year.

However, even though he has rushed back now, his distraught appearance is shocking.

Su Yao worried: "Mr. Xu, come in and sit down, what's the matter?"

Xu Ze raised the corners of his lips, but he didn't smile: "It's okay, I'll give you the money, the sixth volume of "Jiang Hai Listening to Chao Ke", I will go back and write it right away. I will send it to you some other day."

He spread out his hands, a small bag full of copper coins lying on his palm.

His cuffs were all untied, and although his clothes and temples were neat, he seemed to be exhausted, and he was indescribably haggard.

Naturally, Su Yao couldn't let him go back like this.

To put it bluntly, he was invited into the bookstore only after he and Qi Bo were dragging and tugging together.

Su Yao asked Bo Qi to get some refreshments, and then asked, "Has Mr. Xu eaten?"

Xu Ze looked gloomy and shook his head.

Su Yao was about to get up and go to the kitchen, but Xu Ze suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"how……"

Before Su Yao finished asking, Xu Ze seemed to be unable to hold back, his brows furrowed, and tears rolled down suddenly.

Su Yao also encountered this situation.

Who would cry in front of strangers if it wasn't really desperate?

Su Yao's heart ached, he quickly signaled Qi Bo to avoid him, and poured him another cup of tea: "Mr. Xu, what's the problem?"

Among all the storybook masters that Su Yao signed, Xu Ze was the youngest. He was not very old, less than twenty, and there was still some immature youthfulness between his brows.He rolled down a few tears silently, but kept holding back and refused to cry out. After a long time, he raised his sleeve and quietly wiped it away.

Just opening his mouth, he still choked up: "Boss Su, it's been a long time since anyone asked me if I ate or not..."

As he spoke, he began to cry like beads again.

Su Yao frowned and guessed three points: "Mr. Xu, but... what happened at home?"

Xu Ze couldn't stop weeping, Su Yao quietly accompanied him for a while, and then he gradually stopped.

Su Yao lit a candle, and the bright candlelight swept across. Xu Ze's eyes were filled with pain, and he said in a low voice, "Boss Su, I have no home anymore."

He smiled sadly: "Qinghe Xu, there is no longer my name and surname."

Removal?

The ancient clan system was strict, how could one go back to one's hometown and be expelled?

Su Yao hurriedly pushed the porcelain cup into his hands: "Mr. Xu, don't worry, speak slowly."

Xu Ze took a sip of tea, as if he felt thirsty, and drank half of the cup in one breath. When he mentioned this matter, his hands trembled: "Boss Su, I rushed back to my hometown for ten days a month ago. When I got home, I found out that my grandfather had already passed away. for a long time."

He firmly held the porcelain cup: "My father died early, and the family has never tolerated my mother and me. We moved to the old capital early to live. My mother passed away three years ago, and there was not even a single person in the family. It’s not as good as helping neighbors with affairs.”

"This time, I didn't want to go back, but I thought about it, after all, it's my flesh and blood..."

He sneered, "These four words turned out to be a joke. I didn't understand until today."

Su Yao remained silent and could only continue to listen.

Xu Ze showed a look of sorrow again: "My grandfather passed away and left the land and house money, so my uncle wanted to separate the family. In order to get two taels of silver more, I found someone to slander me that I am not of Xu's blood!"

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes resentful: "My mother had a good reputation all her life, but they trampled on her in public without any reason. I just wish I could kill her..."

"Mr. Xu!"

Su Yao pressed his wrist, shook his head, "Mr. Xu, it's not worth it for such a person."

His eyes were full of grief and anger, which was unusual, so Su Yao could only comfort him with a gentle voice.

Xu Ze paused, lowered his eyes, and smiled lowly: "I really want to fight to the death, but unfortunately, I don't even have that ability... Now, I'm really like a bereaved dog."

His long sigh was dissipated in the tiny candlelight, and the night came in from the window, and the spring day turned to evening, and it was still cold.

Su Yao was silent: "That kind of home, don't worry about it. From now on, I just want to come to Japan."

Xu Ze's eyes were sad: "The world is so big, but I have nowhere to go..."

Su Yao could hear his cold heart, so she could only pat him silently.

Xu Ze only briefly described the situation that day, the specific situation must make people extremely sad and indignant.

He is not yet at the age of weak crown, and he is full of uncles and elders, and he does not know how much wronged he has suffered.

Su Yao has suffered that kind of grievance.

He knew very well how helpless and helpless he was.

Su Yao could only comfort him for a while, but he was really worried about letting him go back, so he forced him to stay.

Su Zhai has three entrances and three exits in the big courtyard, and there are many houses.

Su Yao washed up, but saw Xu Ze standing at his door again.

Su Yao was slightly puzzled, and Xu Ze lowered his head: "Boss Su, can I sleep in your room? I'm afraid I'll wake up in the middle of the night and think of my parents again. I..."

His eye circles were slightly red again, Su Yao naturally agreed.

Two big men, what inconvenience can there be.

There was a small couch under the window, Su Yao spread several layers of quilts for him, and brought him a soft pillow: "You can sleep as long as you want, and call me when you are sad."

Xu Ze touched the brocade quilt and nodded.

Xu Ze slept soundly that night, but Su Yao couldn't sleep, and it was only twilight, so he squinted for a while.

I don't know if she was too tired from the outing yesterday, but when she woke up, Su Yao felt even more tired, a little dizzy, and her eyes were sore.

Xu Ze apologized even more: "I'm bothering Boss Su, I'm leaving now."

Su Yao held him back, cooked white porridge, and brought out some refreshing side dishes such as cold fungus, crispy pickled radish, and watched him eat two salted duck eggs and two scallion pancakes before letting him go.

After losing his composure last night, Xu Zechen woke up, only to feel embarrassed and extremely polite.

Su Yao was understanding.

No one ever loses control of their emotions, let alone such a big event, Xu Ze is still a child at his age.

It's just that he wants to stay with Xu Ze for two days, but Xu Ze refuses to say anything, he just excuses "excuse me" and has to go back to write the essay.

Su Yao had no choice but to give him the money bag: "You must be in a difficult situation, and I didn't want you to pay it back."

Xu Ze's voice was low, but he refused firmly: "A gentleman doesn't eat what he can afford. If Boss Su insists on giving me money today, we won't even be able to talk someday."

He still has some literati arrogance and youthful determination, but Su Yao insisted on offering it at this time, but it was humiliating to him, so he had no choice but to accept it.

But still worried: "Are you really okay? Face is a trivial matter, if you can't afford it, you must come and tell me."

Xu Ze said in a low voice: "Don't worry, Boss Su, I still have the money for this month. Next month, when the new book starts selling, I will be able to take it."

He paused: "Although the sales of my books are mediocre, the maintenance expenses are still enough."

"How did you get this month's money?" Su Yao was really worried, so she couldn't help but ask.

At the beginning, he was in exactly the same situation as the child today. In order to make a living, he went astray only because of a mistake.

Xu Ze bit his lower lip, lowered his eyes for a moment, and then said softly, "I took my mother's paintings and my paintings from the past... Although they are not worth much, they are barely enough. Boss Su doesn't have to worry."

Xu Ze's grandfather was a well-known painter, but he just offended the powerful and powerful, and has been living in poverty.Xu Ze's family was struggling, and this was probably the only thing his mother left him.

Su Yao was worried when he heard it, but she still felt apprehensive when she saw him leave.

March was sunny and sunny, but Su Yao's heart was cold.

He sat in front of the desk and calculated for a while, and then began to feel a headache.

Qi Bo hurriedly brought hot tea: "What's the matter, young master?"

Su Yao took a sip of tea to warm up: "It doesn't matter, I didn't rest well last night."

Qi Bo was worried: "Did it blow the wind outside yesterday, and the disease appeared again?"

"I don't have any symptoms." Su Yao smiled, "Doctor Bai has said that I'm already cured."

Su Yao felt that it should be all right, although he was tired and unwell, he sat for a while holding on.

Coincidentally, Mr. Wednesday came with the revised manuscript, and introduced two Mr. Huaben to Su Yao.

They are all elderly people over half a century old, calm and stable, good at speaking, and their articles are also well versed in the world. One wrote about the charm of the countryside and the pastoral, and the other wrote allusions about monsters and monsters.

It doesn't involve the court, doesn't involve historical facts, doesn't use the past to satirize the present, and doesn't criticize people's hearts, so I just write for fun.

It is neither violent nor lewd/sensual, and it does not discuss major political affairs. Very good, books are as safe as people.

Su Yao was very satisfied, but during the chat, her forehead swelled up badly. After hearing about it, she felt that Mr. Zhou opened his mouth and closed his mouth, and the words didn't enter his head.

He was worried about making mistakes, and he really didn't have the energy to think carefully about the terms of the contract, so he could only casually make an appointment and discuss it later.

After sending the person away, Su Yao became more and more exhausted.Sitting at the counter, thinking about Xu Ze, and looking at Mr. Zhou Zhou's old book and new draft, he vaguely came up with an idea.

Now there are no embroidered copies of the books of these gentlemen in the shop.

As for Xu Ze's family history since he was a child, he was a good painter. It would also be a business opportunity for him to draw pictures in the old scrolls, make them into embroidery books, and then reprint them for sale.

Mr. Zhou Zhou's "The Legend of Begonia's Dream" is quite popular. If you use it to make an embroidered copy and make a fortune, it will be a good thing for Mr. Zhou and Xu Ze.

Furthermore, if Fu Hetai's "Yun Xian Meng Yi" can also be made into an embroidered version and reprinted, I am afraid it will be a big gain.

After Su Yao thought this way, he remembered Xie's Carving Workshop.

Embroidery is cumbersome after all, and the cost of production will probably need to be renegotiated.Then we have to discuss with the engraving workshop.

He hastily thought about it, but found that there were too many things to think about.

Su Yao was already dizzy, but after thinking about it for a while, she became even more dizzy.

It was getting late, and it seemed a bit gloomy. The officials in the bookstore were worried about the rain, so they left one by one.

Qi Bo insisted on going out to ask Dr. Bai for diagnosis and treatment for him. Madam Zhu took Ah Yan to the countryside to play in the morning. She was planning to buy a piece of land and said she would live in the countryside for two days.

There was no one in the shop, and it was very quiet around.

Fu Ling had just stepped into Su's bookstore, and what he saw was Su Yao lying alone on the counter table, sleeping unconscious.

There was no one in the huge bookstore, but the door was wide open, and there was a faint wind outside. Su Yao's eyes were closed, her face was pale, and layers of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Fu Ling's heart trembled, and he stretched out his hand to touch his forehead.

Sure enough, it was piping hot.

Fu Ling lowered his eyes instantly.