technical type

The man outside the door put one hand on the door frame and the other against the door. The woman inside the door couldn't close the door directly, and she was afraid of pinching his hand. She didn't use much force, so she froze after two strokes. Door, keep bickering.

Ji Moyue slightly understood that men have some bad habits, either lustful or gambling, in short, they are very expensive, and the head of the house, obviously, will not let the money be thrown in such a place for nothing, and resolutely refuse to give it. stalemate.

It’s true that every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite!

Ji Mo shook his head slightly, he was afraid that the woman would not be able to stop her in the end, as a man like this might not be able to do anything.

Nothing happened that day, after the quarrel, the man saw that he could not talk to the woman, so he had no choice but to leave. After he left, the woman closed the door and stared at the door in a daze. The eldest brother did not marry, so what could be the reason? Everyone knows that the younger brother It has long been a drag on her, but she is reluctant to part with it.

One day, there was no one in the house, and Ji Mo was also in the front yard. Looking into the distance through the wall, there was nothing familiar about this area of ​​houses, maybe it was not in the original county.

I don't know where it is, and I can't see any signs. Speaking of it, there are still relatively few landmarks in ancient times, and few people specialize in wonders for wonders.Even for the purpose of attracting business, few businessmen show off their wealth so much, for fear of being missed by the powerful.

When the man approached the yard, Ji Mo saw it. The low wall had collapsed. He was taller and could easily see outside the wall.

The man who came back quietly looked around before entering the door to make sure that no one was there, and then he quickly entered the house. Before Ji Mo wondered why he was so secretive when he returned home, he saw him quickly start to rummage through the boxes, so that It was easy to find the money bag, put it in his arms with a happy face, and saw the books in the cabinet, but the appearance was really not good, he picked it up and shook it off, and found that there was nothing valuable hidden in it, and then Throw it back.

Seeing his movements, Ji Mo was worried, not knowing whether it was because he didn't like him or if he liked him.

At this time, the man had already searched the house, his family searched it, and it wouldn't be too messy, but there were obviously a lot of changes, he didn't care about it, and left in a hurry with his money bag in his pocket.

The woman didn't come back until noon, she seemed to be working somewhere, her hands were covered with calluses, her clothes hadn't been changed for a long time, they were faded and dusty.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she went back to the house and drank a bowl of water, which was stored in the water tank without boiling it. After drinking the cold water, she immediately felt much better. Looking at the room, she soon realized that something was wrong. , the location of some things moved, she went to check where the money bag was at the first time, but it was gone.

At that moment, Ji Mo couldn't describe her expression, it just felt empty, with nothing.

After being in a daze for a long time, she finally cried out with a "wow". She covered her mouth and didn't dare to cry so loudly that the neighbors could hear her. As if he had run several thousand meters, when he raised his head, he gave the woman some vicious eyes.

"You took it?"

"What, what?"

The man wanted to deny it, but his guilty expression betrayed him. The woman smiled miserably and said nothing. At this point, there is no need to say anything.

Seeing her like this, the man panicked: "Sister, sister, don't be angry, you see, the money will be used sooner or later, if you use it early, you can make money, but if you use it later, what's the point?"

The door closed in front of him, and there was no sound from inside.

After all, it was a woman's boudoir, and Ji Mo didn't stay in it for long, most of the time he would stay in the courtyard to avoid suspicion. Seeing a man's sloppy face was really disgusting.

It's been a long time since there was a sound from inside. The man spoke to the door for a long time, and his eyebrows grew impatient. He turned his head and went to rest in his own room next door, and soon snored like thunder.

Xu was drunk.

Ji Mo guessed, but didn't go into the house to take a look.

The moon and stars were few and far between. He looked up at the sky, looking at the strange astrology, his mind seemed to go blank.

The sound of "dong" came from the woman's boudoir. He was puzzled for a while, not knowing whether he should look at it, but in the end he felt a little uneasy, and took a look with his head.

The moonlight coming in from the window was quite bright, and the shadows were faint, and one could see the dangling figure hanging from the beam, the stool that just fell to the ground, the woman's hands and feet struggled unconsciously, which was unexpectedly terrifying.

Oops!

Ji Mo was anxious, and when he was about to go up to save her, he realized that his hand had passed through the woman's legs and feet. He almost forgot that he was now in the state of a ghost, unable to touch or touch anything.

Passing through the wall, I went to the next door to see the man. The man was lying on his back, sleeping soundly, unaware that his sister next door was already on the verge of death, and I'm afraid he would never be able to save him.

Ji Mo tried hard to wake up the other party several times, but no matter how impatient he was, he couldn't touch anything, and it was all in vain in the end.

Not daring to return to the woman's boudoir again, Ji Mo felt a little depressed. No matter how many times, this kind of "unrecoverable" pain is always unforgettable.

"Sister, sister, you died so badly!"

The man cried earth-shatteringly on the second day, but when he turned his head, he found someone to blackmail him, and got money from the woman's work. His rogue appearance made people hate him.

Such a person... Ji Mo couldn't help feeling that his book might be a secret vote. It is conceivable what such a master can do in the future. This exam may only end here.

[Please select the time, 200 years, 500 years, 1000 years, 2000 years...]

"? 200 years."

Didn't stop there?

Ji Mo was surprised. That man doesn't seem like someone who can inherit books. Did he choose a better buyer for the books for the sake of money?If so, thank him for his conscience.

"What are these things, let me see."

Someone was talking and squatting in front of a basket.

Ji Mo stood aside and watched. This is a market-like place. Many people are setting up street stalls, which are really placed on the ground. Those who are more particular can spread straw mats, and they can do half of it by themselves. Those who are not particular about it are just Put it directly on the ground, and someone will look at the goods, either bending over or squatting, as if they want to pull people to an equal position before trading.

This kind of thinking is a bit interesting, but if my work is in that basket of miscellaneous books, it is not so interesting.

The bamboo baskets can still be loaded, and books of various colors are stacked in the baskets, which seem to have been well organized, but with such storage conditions, one can imagine that the host's family is not rich.

"Just look at what you like, just don't put it on the ground."

The book sellers were a bit particular, and they did not forget to explain in their words that these books were collected by the old people. These juniors were not filial, they couldn't read them and were afraid they would spoil them, so they sold them cheaply in the market.

When the buyer asked the price, it was really cheap, regardless of the content, a book was fifty cents.

"Fifty Wen, that's too high. Let's see what your book looks like. Five Wen is almost enough for me."

"How can it be five Wen? Such a book, full of words, must be useful content. Fifty Wen, it must not be lower."

The two parties bargained back and forth, and the final transaction price was 45 Wen because the buyer bought five copies.

After all the money was paid, the seller said that if the buyer is willing to buy ten copies, he is willing to deduct another five cents here. It is not that each of the ten books will be reduced by five cents, but that the next five books will be discounted by forty cents. One deal.

Hearing this, if you don't choose the last five books, it seems to be a loss. The buyer hesitates, picks and chooses among the bamboo baskets, and chooses five more books.

This time, Ji Mo's book was honored to be among them.

Forty cents a copy, it really is... too cheap.

Ji Mo felt a little sad. You must know that the books in the bookstore, not to mention those textbooks for teaching aids, are ordinary Chinese books, and they are not so cheap. Fashionable books are more expensive, and there are people who buy them for a tael of silver. Buying, considering that this place doesn't look very prosperous, but it doesn't even cost a hundred dollars. Is it really just talk that knowledge is expensive?

Seeing the appearance of the book, I was a little surprised that it still looks like it has been repaired. It can be seen that the previous owner, the old man was a true book lover. Although such a meticulous repair is not as good as the restorer's without trace, but It also shows that he is careful.

The buyer didn't look through the content much, and was able to choose this book, mostly because this kind of repair means carefulness and value.

Bought it at home. "Although she is not a gifted scholar or a beautiful woman, she is still impressive." After seeing it, she smiled, "Where in this world is there such a magical magic trick?"

Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean you haven't!

Seeing that this guy is still rich, Ji Mo replied in his heart, but he had some expectations for the future.

[Please select the time, 500 years, 1000 years, 2000 years, 3000 years...]

"500."

This time, it was another room, like a separate study room. Rows of bookshelves were filled with books, which made this small room extra crowded and depressing.

Sunlight shines in from the window panes and hits people's faces. Between the light and shadow, it seems that particles of dust can be seen flying up.

The person reading the book was standing between the bookshelves, very focused. It was a coincidence that the book he was holding was the one made by Ji Mo. I'm afraid even Ji Mo himself can't recognize the feeling.

It's fine.

Ji Mo made a comment like this, and he also sighed, it is difficult for poor families to keep books.

The man reading the book was very attentive. He stood there without moving much. He changed his posture and raised his head after finishing the book. The soreness in his neck made him frown, but there was a strange look in his eyes, and he murmured: "Is there really a Yin-walking technique? Although it is not a fairy technique, it can be called miraculous..."

Is it true, don’t you know if you try it?Ji Mo secretly hoped that if he was really interested in trying it and found out that it was true, could this book and this skill be passed on for a while longer?