Rebirth of the Son-in-Law

There are two bookstores in the town, and He Rufeng chose the nearest Zhuang Zhou Bookstore.

There is only one shopkeeper in Zhuang Zhou Bookstore, and the shopkeeper is holding a feather duster and moving it nonchalantly.

"The shopkeeper is polite. I don't know if the shopkeeper can copy books here." He Rufeng asked politely imitating the original owner.

The shopkeeper glanced lazily at He Rufeng, took a piece of paper from the counter, and handed it to He Rufeng, "Write a few words."

He Rufeng didn't talk too much, picked up the pen, thought for a while, and wrote the four big characters "Zhuang Zhou Bookstore" neatly.Because of the memory of the original owner, and in order to seek peace of mind during the five years when the demons entered his body, He Rufeng insisted on practicing calligraphy for a period of time.

So when the shopkeeper saw He Rufeng's words, his eyes lit up, he straightened up, and immediately said, "Sir, you are a great talent." It is also normal.

He Rufeng still said calmly, with a gentle and elegant demeanor, "The shopkeeper has the job of copying books for me."

"I'm here to copy a thin book for fifty cash, and a thick book for a tael of silver. I don't know what you want, sir." The shopkeeper said without hesitation.

"can."

"If you don't mind, sir, you can leave a tael of silver as a deposit. In this way, you can take a book home and copy it. You can cash it out after copying. Of course, our bookstore provides paper and ink." The shopkeeper said politely.But He Ru's wind pocket is cleaner than his face.So after thinking for a while, he said to the shopkeeper, "I wonder if I can copy it in the store first."

The shopkeeper glanced at He Rufeng, who was neither humble nor overbearing, and said straightforwardly, "My room is in the backyard. If you don't mind, sir, you can come to my room to copy."

"That would be disrespectful, but my husband is still outside, I don't know if he can come with me."

"It turns out that Ling Fulang is also here, of course this is fine." He Rufeng left Zhuang Zhou Bookstore after listening to the shopkeeper.

At the corner of the bookstore, Zhao Abao stood there straight, staring blankly at the door of the bookstore.As if he would disappear in the blink of an eye.The sun shone on Zhao Abao's body, warming him up.He Rufeng didn't know why his heart swelled.He thought that the demons from the previous life had been brought to this life again, so he quickly recited the heart-purifying mantra silently.Then he walked towards Zhao Abao who had never entered the bookstore before.

"Abao has been waiting for a long time, why didn't he go under the eaves? The sun here is so poisonous, it will be bad for my Abao." He Rufeng put on a habitual smile, patted Zhao Abao's head and said.

"Not hot, I'm afraid my husband won't see me." Zhao Abao said solemnly.

The hot feeling became more intense, even if He Rufeng silently recited the mantra of clearing the heart twice at this time, it would not help.He Rufeng hugged Zhao Abao into his arms without thinking.

"Husband, someone is watching!" Zhao Abao struggled in a daze.Seeing this, He Rufeng let go of Zhao Abao, put his fist under his nose and coughed, but He Rufeng still held Zhao Abao's hand and led Zhao Abao into Zhuangzhou Bookstore.When the shopkeeper saw someone coming in, he was surprised at first, but after all, the shopkeeper was well-informed, suppressed the shock in his heart, took a copy of "Three Character Classics", took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and said, "You two, please follow me."

The house in the backyard is very simple, with only a bed, a wardrobe, and an Eight Immortals table.There is a set of tea sets on the Eight Immortals table.Around it are four benches.

"Sir, you can copy here. My little old man, I still need to visit the store so I won't bother you much." The shopkeeper said as he put the "Three Character Classic" and paper, ink, paper, ink, brush and inkstone on the table.He Rufeng was not polite, seeing the shopkeeper closed the door, he pulled Zhao Abao to sit on a stool. "A Bao will be boring."

"No, I think it's enough for my husband to copy the book." Zhao Abao said, suddenly remembered something, took out two buns from his sleeve, handed them to He Rufeng and said, "Husband, eat a bun and write!"

He Rufeng took the bun, smiled and took a bite.He poured two more glasses of water from the jug on the table, handed it to Zhao Abao, and they started to eat.The atmosphere is warm.

After eating, He Rufeng cleared the table, and started his great business of copying books.