Chapter 26 Former Yan of Wang Xietang

Jinling City under the plum rain is full of antique flavor and ancient charm.

There is no steel jungle, not a lot of traffic, Sun Mo strolls in the courtyard, alleys and alleys can be seen everywhere, there are little maids in green clothes, there are graceful young ladies with veils, and the lotus steps gently move into the powder shop.

I couldn't smell the chicken pot, and there was no fragrant meat skewers, but the high-ranking customers greeted the shop's second drinker, which came from time to time.

Sun Mo bit a plain bun, walked on the slippery bluestone road, brushed shoulders with a peddler who was carrying a burden and sold candied haws, and walked into a bookstore called Yuelaixuan.

Because of the rain, there were very few customers in the store. There was only an old man sitting on a wooden chair, reading a book leisurely, with a cup of tea beside him, and the heat was long gone.

The bookstore was huge, filled with tall and heavy acacia wood bookshelves. With Sun Mo's tall and straight height, he had to stand on tiptoe to get to the books on the top shelf.

After strolling around casually, Sun Mo fell in love with this bookstore.

The books on the bookshelf were divided into categories and arranged very neatly, like a military parade. Sun Mo saw it when he entered the door. The books here can be borrowed, and only one copper plate is needed every day.

Generally speaking, books that have been rented will always have some contamination, but there are none in this store, which shows that the owner loves books and solemnly warned those who borrowed them.

Sun Mo doesn't like to go out. Besides playing games, his daily hobby is reading novels, so seeing a bookstore here is very cordial.

There are many types of words, mixed living, and poetry and fu, but Sun Mo has a novel in his hand.

"The Legend of Zhuxian in Kyushu", signed by the old man in the mountains, has more than a dozen sets, and it fills most of the bookshelf. This should be the best-selling book in the Tang Dynasty.

Sun Mo flipped through the pages. The name is domineering, the plot is thick, and the story is about the love and hatred of the sect. The style presented in the whole book is also very atmospheric. No wonder it can be placed here.

In Kyushu, the printing technology is still in the stage of movable type printing, so knowledge has not been spread and popularized on a large scale.

"Tsk, at this level, I can also write."

Sun Mo took a few glances and put it back.

"What? Not satisfied?"

I don't know when, the old man on the wooden chair was standing next to him, and when he saw Sun Mo put back "The Legend of Zhuxian in Jiuzhou", he couldn't help asking: "This is a bestseller that has become popular in Jinling in the last year, and young people love to read it. ."

"Ha ha!"

Sun Mo avoided talking. This old man was obviously a fan of this book. If he said something wrong, he might have a dispute.

The old man carefully sorted out the bookshelf that Sun Mo had turned over, and then sat back on the chair. About half an hour later, when Sun Mo came back, he couldn't help but be happy when he saw Sun Mo come back with "The Legend of Zhuxian in Jiuzhou" in his hand.

"Don't you like it?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, the meaning is self-evident, the mouth is not good-looking, but the body is very honest, don't you want to rent it?

"Yes, I don't like it, but I really don't have any books to borrow, so I can only make do with it."

Sun Mo looked helpless. Middle-earth novels were still at the stage of fairy heroes and ghosts. How could such a monotonous theme satisfy Sun Mo's appetite.

Hearing the word 'make do', the old man's eyes widened, and his beard blew angrily: "Then you write a book and let me see what's 'unfit' to read!"

"Have you seen Transformers?"

Sun Mo teased.

The old man was dumbfounded.

"Have you seen Dragon Ball?"

The old man continued to be stunned.

"Then you haven't read Journey to the West, haven't you?"

Sun Mo's bad taste broke out.

"You're talking nonsense, right? I'm a well-read book, why have I never heard of the books you mentioned?"

The old man was depressed and stared at Sun Mo suspiciously. He didn't expect this kid to be so handsome, but he was a liar.

"That's because you haven't read enough books.

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Sun Mo was serious, but his stomach was about to burst into laughter, but then he became lost again, hey, he won't be able to see it in the future.

The old man's face darkened, but he, who loved books like his life, held back his anger and asked in a low voice, "Where did you read these books?"

"I wrote it myself!"

Sun Mo didn't dare to talk nonsense. As an alien, if he hadn't been rushed by the old man, he wouldn't have said these names, because leaking information would probably bring trouble.

"you……"

The old man raised his hand angrily and was about to give Sun Mo a slap in the face. He clearly caught his interest, but in the end, he told himself that it was made up, which is really hateful.

"Is it okay to rent a copper plate a day?"

Sun Mo took out the money.

"Um."

The old man nodded and went through the procedures for renting books for Sun Mo, but in his mind he recalled the three names he had mentioned. Let's not talk about the Transformers who don't know what the hell they are, Dragon Ball and Journey to the West, just listening to the names, It was very flavorful, so I couldn't help but ask: "I don't know what Journey to the West is about?"

Sun Mo chuckled and shook his head.

"If you have a finished manuscript, I can pay for it!"

The old man has read too many books, so it is really difficult to find a book that suits your heart and has not read. This is simply torture for a person who is addicted to books.

"How much?"

Sun Mo's eyes lit up. The money he spends now is the savings of the deity, which was originally not much. In addition, the salary of the intern teacher is very small. Sun Mo can predict that for a long time in the future, he will have to pay for it. Live a poor life.

If you are in a relationship and have a girlfriend, then you will not be able to make ends meet. If you think about it, you don’t even have the money to go out for a big meal to improve your life, which is too miserable.

"Two hundred taels of silver!"

The old man makes an offer.

Sun Mo shook his head.

"What? Too little?"

The old man knocked on the table: "One hundred taels of silver is enough for a family of three to live comfortably for a year, boy, don't be too greedy."

"If you publish a book, what's the situation?"

Sun Mo said in his heart, if I sold you the manuscript of Journey to the West for two hundred taels of silver, I would be an idiot.

"Haha!" The old man smiled contemptuously: "Young man, live a good life and don't dream."

Kyushu in the Middle Earth was still in the feudal era, with low productivity and backward printing and papermaking, so publishing a book was destined to be an extremely luxurious thing.

Sun Mo turned around and left.

"Okay, I'll satisfy you." The old man compromised: "I'll help you out with 300 books, I'll pay for it, and I'll give you all the money I make."

"A thousand copies!"

Sun Mo opened his mouth wide. Some of his colleagues had published reference books. At that time, 1,000 copies were a good result.

"Too much, no money, can't do it!"

The old man refused the triple, and did not want to be extorted.

Sun Mo stared at the old man and activated the divine insight technique.

‘Zheng Qingfang, who returned to his hometown three years ago, became a rich man, loves books like his life, and has seven levels of divine power. ’

‘Severely damaged bodily functions, has been attacked by toxins, and has hidden illnesses. ’

'Remarks, the Zheng family has a strict family style. If he falls, he can rest assured to help him, and don't worry about being corrupted. ’

Sun Mo browsed the data that appeared beside the old man. Isn't it because the official retired normally? I didn't expect this old man who opened a bookstore to be an official, so he must not be short of money.

Zheng Qingfang had experienced strong winds and waves in the court, but when he was stared at by Sun Mo, he suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if some ants were crawling on his body.

"Okay, five hundred copies, no more."

Zheng Qingfang compromised and looked at Sun Mo by the way.

The light blue robe, washed cleanly, matched with Sun Mo's handsome face and erect figure, revealed an air of indifference and ease. A turbulent feeling.

Zheng Qingfang has seen many young people with outstanding temperament in his life, and this kid is quite outstanding among them.

"A thousand copies."

Sun Mo was bitten to death and did not let go.

"Yes, but I want to admire your wooden knife."

Zheng Qingfang's gaze fell on Sun Mo's waist, where there was a wooden knife with ebony incense.

Sun Mo shrugged his shoulders, turned around and walked away, joking, but it was engraved with the Great Universe Wuxiang Divine Art, a holy-level superb art, how could it be shown to you?

However, this old man had vicious eyes, and he saw the most precious thing on his body at a glance.

"Boy, whatever you say is useless. Show me the manuscript first. If it's interesting, I'll go out and print a thousand copies for you."

Zheng Qingfang shouted, and when Sun Mo's figure disappeared outside the door, he sat back on the wooden chair again, but when he read the novel in his hand again, it was already boring, and the names of Dragon Ball and Journey to the West were all in his mind.

"What kind of story is it?"

Zheng Qingfang felt like there was a cat scratching in his chest, and his heart was itching unbearably.

During the plum rain in June, Sun Mo bought a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and then got on a small boat to travel along the Qinhuai River.

The wooden knife is casually inserted into the belt, its value is not expensive, but after engraving the Great Universe Wuxiang Divine Art, it is not the same.

Although Sun Mo has memorized this exercise, who knows if there is any hidden content? Moreover, these characters, dragon flying and phoenix dance, obviously came from the hand of a famous calligrapher. It was a pity that they were destroyed. They were placed in the dormitory, and Sun Mo was worried about losing them, so he could only take them with him.

Tang Guo couldn't help but use swords, but he banned bows and crossbows. If he possessed them, he would be arrested and fastened with iron ropes. He would be imprisoned for a few days.

Sun Mo was not accustomed to holding a sword with a saber, and the lightest knife was seven or eight pounds. It was really troublesome. The weight of the wooden knife was just right, so Sun Mo simply took it for self-defense.

After hanging a stick of incense at Lingwang Temple, Sun Mo returned to school. When he passed a street corner, he saw a thin girl, holding a small bag tightly in both hands, sitting under the eaves to shelter from the rain.

The girl looks like she is about thirteen or fourteen years old, and she looks pure, but now she is full of loss.

"A homeless girl?"

As a teacher, Sun Mo is very sensitive to such lonely children, because there have been incidents of students running away from home in his school.

Sun Mo stared and activated the divine insight technique.

'Lu Zhiruo, fourteen years old, penniless and in a state of severe hunger. ’

Seeing this fragrant name, Sun Mo secretly praised it.

The eaves were short and could not cover the plum rain. The girl's clean blue cloth and linen got wet, but she still didn't feel it, huddled there like an abandoned little milk cat.