Chapter 493

Soon, Emperor Xizong turned his idea to the Royal Library, and continued to carry forward his ancestors' skills in playing with words.

Not only did the price of one gold per thousand words in the Royal Library be raised to the sky-high price of one gold per word, but also the family members and relatives were issued library cards, declaring to the outside world that they recognized the card but not the person.

It is clear that it is to encourage outsiders to borrow cards from relatives and relatives to read books and open up financial resources.

Clan relatives and relatives can also make money by renting book cards, which can be said to be beneficial to several parties.

Emperor Xizong's order was perfectly executed.

It has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the book cards of the Royal Library are almost clearly marked, with a rental price of 100 gold a day, which has supported many down-and-out relatives and relatives.

However, Xu Yi stayed outside the door for a while, read the writing on the jade bi, and then walked towards the hall.

In the middle of the foyer is a row of windows, which are the same as the ones used to buy food in the Martial Arts Hall. A notice board on one side reads a noticeable entry for beginners: enter with a card.

Xu Yi shook his head incessantly when he saw it. This is almost the same as the data package launched by a certain company in the later generations. It can be seen that wisdom can be replicated across time and space.

The business of the Royal Depository was not good. There were only three windows, and hundreds of people lined up.

This amount is not bad for a small restaurant, but for the Royal Library, which covers an area of ​​tens of acres and stores nearly 100 million books, it is undoubtedly a stream flowing into the sea.

"How much charge!"

The old man in Tsing Yi asked weakly inside the door.

"One thousand gold!"

Xu Yi sent the card and money into the window.

"Looking at old books?"

The old man in Tsing Yi wondered.

"First time here."

Xu Yi told the truth, feeling a little curious.

"No wonder!"

The old man in Tsing Yi poked the brand name on the left side of the transparent window, and there was a row of small characters written on it: Newcomers, the more the better.

"Is it still a thousand gold?"

The old man in Tsing Yi asked a question and reached out to grab the money.

"I changed my mind, ten thousand gold!"

Xu Yi handed over ten more golden tickets.

The old man in Tsing Yi frowned slightly, and cast his eyes on Xu Yi for the first time, "Why are you willing to increase the money?" There was both surprise and disappointment in his tone.

"It's better for newbies to obey the rules!"

Xu Yi smiled.

"Your boy is a character."

After speaking, the old man in Tsing Yi took the gold ticket, but slowed down in his hand, and said via voice transmission, "One thousand gold, I'll sell you some news."

"Thank you!"

Xu Yi sent a voice transmission, quickly handed over the gold ticket, and said loudly, "Two thousand more gold!"

When he was in Guang'an, Xu Yi had a lot of dealings with Guanshi Xie from the Alchemy Hall, and he understood the power of the car and boat shop's feet too well.

The old man in front of him made it clear that he ate the rice of the dark rules, and Xu Yi was too clear about the inside ways, so since he wanted to give a favor, he just gave it away.

Sure enough, the old man in Tsing Yi was stunned first, then smiled, and was still going through the formalities in a leisurely manner, "It's really unreasonable for a person like you to fail. Forget it, a good man will do his best. In the room Jiachen on the north side, there is Huadiao wine. Prepare it and send it to the clean room for the old man with broken eyebrows."

After the sound transmission, Yu Jue handed it out, still shouting feebly, "The next one."

Exiting the entrance hall, Xu Yi walked forward, but it turned out to be a wide courtyard, paved with bluestones, and the two sides were shaded by giant trees. Looking north, he soon saw the signboard of the service room. He walked quickly and found the room of Jiachen. With a slight push, the heavy old pineapple wooden door creaked, slowly tearing open a gap.

Xu Yi quickly found two jars of unopened Huadiao wine, put them in the Sumeru Ring, walked out, carefully closed the door, and continued on his way.

Walking another hundred meters, I finally entered a huge monotonous space. Looking around, I can't see the end from the east to the west, and the end from the north to the south. Rows of bookshelves stand neatly, like a sea of ​​pines and trees.

There was another public notice recorded on the wall of the entrance, and Xu Yi secretly marveled at the royal family's ability to raise money after scanning it at a glance.

It turned out that the bookshelves here are all sealed, and the only way to open them is with a book card.

If you want to consult any kind of books, you must first swipe your card for consumption.

For example, if someone wanted to know the origin of a certain monster, he would wait until he found the monster books column, and choose from books such as "Myriad Monsters", "Talking about Strange Monsters", "Origin of Monster Race" and so on.

If you have no idea, then you have to try it out one by one. Every time you take out a book, you have to consume it first, even if the book is not suitable for your own use.

In other words, this is a gamble, betting on your own luck.

If the luck is good, one or two books will be finished; if the luck is not good, you have to check the delineated books one by one, and the consumption will go to the sea.

What's more, if you want to recharge for the second time, you can only do it in the hall, and the recharge fee here is 50% more expensive than outside.

When he saw this point of regulation, Xu Yi didn't understand why there was a small sign saying "newcomers notice, the more the better" in front of the previous recharge window.

This is obviously convenient for the library, and it is deliberately done. The person who does it is definitely not to remind new book readers, but to lure people into it in this vague way.

If he, Xu, hadn't paid attention to this point before, and acted on his guard against the old man's reminder like a normal new book reader, he would probably have spent all his money this time.

After scanning the notice carefully, Xu Yi did not act rashly. He carefully checked the route diagram next to the notice, followed the map, and searched for nearly half an hour before finally finding the clean room.

A withered and yellow side room stands in the southeast corner, with a straw mat in the corner, and an old man in sackcloth is curled up in a ball, sleeping faintly.

Xu Yi walked around to the side and took a good look at the old man's face. He had a pale head with white beard and hair. The ravines on his face looked like years had plowed dry land. His two long, slender, white eyebrows were particularly eye-catching. Two-thirds of the left eyebrow was bald.

His cheeks were bright red, bags under his eyes were swollen, he sniffed his nose lightly, and a faint smell of alcohol hit him, which was clearly a sign of a chronic alcoholic.

At that moment, Xu Yi called out the two altars of flower carvings, tore off the covers, and gently stirred them up.

After rubbing against the ground, the old man sat up, before opening his bewildered eyes, he reached out and hugged the wine jar with extraordinary precision.

Xu Yi didn't dodge either, and let him hug him. The old man hugged the wine jar and drank it all the way, but his capacity for alcohol was astonishing.

"Tsk tsk, I finally quenched my thirst, ma'am, it's been three days, and the wise man hasn't come for three days, but the old man is going to die of thirst..."

The old Cangtou looked satisfied after a long thirst and satiety, before saying a word, he hugged another wine jar, and began to drink heavily.

After more than ten breaths, the old man finally put down the wine jar, his face was full of intoxication, he carefully sealed the wine skin, and sighed, "Damn old Xie, you use the old man to make money, and you get stuck in the old man's neck. Every time there are two jars, into his mother's..."