Blind confrontation may be one way to go, but is there a new way to go?

Which path is more in line with your own interests, and whichever path you choose will have a better future.

This is what Cui Yan wanted to tell everyone when he gathered everyone together...

Now, it is no longer a matter of just one place in Jizhou!

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"a book……"

A farmer stood dazedly outside the bookstore, with an expression of fear.

Book.

This word that had never appeared in his life made him feel at a loss. He didn't even know where to put his hands and feet. He knew when Zhuang He needed to weed and water, and he didn't even have to go to the fields.

As long as you stand and glance at the field, you can know whether the Zhuanghe in a certain field is growing well or not, but for the brand-new concept of "book"...

Is it delicious...

No, what's the use?

By the way, books are for reading, but what’s the use of reading them like this?

The farmer touched the small money bag in his arms.

The money bag is small, but the farmer feels it is very heavy and precious.

This is the extra hard work he and his wife have put in all winter. A load of firewood costs ten dollars. Sometimes, unlucky enough, if we encounter some difficult situations, we can't even sell it for ten dollars. Sometimes we have to sell it for seven or eight dollars.

The money was sold. Then the farmer couldn't go to the mountains to cut firewood every day, so after more than twenty days, he didn't even have a hundred dollars.

Spring is about to begin, and the fields are about to get busy. The farmer is carrying the money to buy books.

If you don't want to buy books, then you can buy a piece of linen, or a little ewe, or...

What a bastard, why do you want a book?

The farmer stood next to the bookstore for a long time, hesitating, not knowing what he should do. It wasn't until the sky turned westward and the number of people in the bookstore gradually decreased. When the clerk came out to tidy up the banners outside, he saw the man who had been hiding.

The farmer on the side.

Of course, the clerk in the bookstore is also wearing a long robe.

The farmer shrank back in fear. In his mind, anyone wearing a robe was a big shot.

"What's the matter?" the waiter asked, then paused, "I mean, what's the matter with you here?"

"No...no..." the farmer denied subconsciously.

The waiter nodded, and did not chase the farmer away because he was dressed or standing close. Instead, he thought that the farmer was waiting for someone, or was tired from walking, so he did not continue to say anything, but raised the top of his head.

I took down the banners and prepared to end the business for the day.

The farmer took two steps out hesitantly, then moved back hesitantly, "This, this noble man..."

"I'm not a nobleman, I'm just a shop assistant..." The shop assistant held a cloth banner in his hand, "Just tell me if you have anything to do. Are you looking for some odd jobs? This is a bookstore, there is nothing."

It’s hard work, but I heard that the shopkeeper Wang of the grocery store in front of the street seems to be looking for some part-time workers recently..."

"A part-time worker in a grocery store?" The farmer was overjoyed and was about to move forward when he suddenly realized and said with an awkward smile, "This noble man, uh, little brother... I am, I am... Hi! I wanted to

Buy books..."

"Ah, ha?" The bookstore clerk's eyes widened, "What?"

"No...it's nothing..." The farmer shrank his neck and stepped back.

"Wait a minute..." The boy stopped the farmer, "What book do you want to buy? Do you want to buy a calendar?" A calendar is something similar to an almanac, but it is simplified into a piece of paper, and most of them are paintings.

It is convenient for people who are illiterate to know some solar terms and so on.

The farmer also knew what calendar paintings were, so he shook his head and said more clearly, "It's not a painting, it's a book, the kind of book with words on it... I don't want it, it's my second son who wants it..."

"Ah? This book is not fun...and...can you understand it?" The clerk smiled and said, "It's better to buy some food cloth or something...it's more practical..."

The farmer responded a few times, then hesitated and did not move.

"That's it..." The waiter noticed the farmer's hesitation, "Just wait a moment..."

The clerk carefully rolled up the collected cloth banners and placed them under the counter. Then he took some written papers from the corner of the bookstore, walked over and handed them to the farmer, "In this way, I think

Well, just buy these pictures first. If your kid can really recognize them, it won’t be too late to buy books... Mainly because it’s cheap. I made mistakes when copying them by hand, so I just charge paper money.

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Generally speaking, children from poor families who make a living by copying books must write well, otherwise they would not be able to make money. However, people are still human. Sometimes when they are distracted and careless, they will miss words and make typos. It is normal.

Those that are wrong will be picked out and sold individually.

Most of the time, these will be bought by other people, and they are basically used as copybooks to copy. Anyway, the copying only focuses on the structure and strokes of the font, and no one pays special attention to the content of the writing, and whether it is coherent or not.

The boy gave the farmer this kind of paper. In his opinion, he had to forcefully explain to the farmer why a book was so expensive, which books were good, which books were not good, which books were suitable, or which books were not suitable.

It is suitable. It is not of great significance to argue whether the farmer's child can read or not. It is better to just leave it like this. Even if the farmer buys it back and finds that it is useless, he will not be too distressed and the loss will not be big.

"Oh, you are such a good person, a good person..." The farmer also understood what the guy meant, and thanked him repeatedly, "Then buy this, just this...how much does it cost?"

"One piece costs five cents, five cents, I'll give you a discount, it'll be twenty cents..."

The farmer suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. Twenty dollars was the cost of two trips of firewood. He could still calculate this. If he had known about this earlier, wouldn't he have been able to buy it home a long time ago?

Then if you have some money left, can you buy some other things that you need at home?

The farmer suddenly felt that everything was wonderful.

The farmer paid the money, and then carefully pinched the paper. He felt a little dazed for a moment. He didn't know whether he should be gentler or harder. The lighter one was afraid of being blown away by the wind, and the harder one was afraid of breaking it...

In the end, it was the bookstore clerk who solved the problem for him. He rolled up the paper, tied it up with a thin straw rope, and helped the farmer hang it on his chest. He also told him not to get wet, not to get damp, etc., and then

After seeing the farmer out of the bookstore, he smiled and shook his head, then turned around and started to set up the door to close the shop.

The farmer carefully protected the scroll on his chest with one hand as he hurried home. Although he had no idea what was written on these pieces of paper, and he didn't know whether these papers could be of any use.

, but at least he fulfilled his son's wish.

"Oh? Village East Da Zhuang, are you back from the market?"

"Ang." The farmer responded.

"Hey, what is this?"

The farmer raised his head proudly, "This is a book! Do you see it? It's a writing book! My boy doesn't know what's going on, so he wants to read..."

"Tsk, tsk, this is amazing, doesn't it cost a lot of money?"

"Not much, uh, fifty, fifty dollars!"

"Tsk, tsk, this is worth a lot of money... I'm not telling you, your child... really understands it?"

"Is there still a day off? Two days ago, my boy was learning calligraphy from the Agricultural Master!"

"Oh! That's really true. A big shot is going to be born in your family!"

"Haha, no matter where, just fool around, fool around, as long as you can make a living!" The farmer waved his hand, "I'll go back first..."

"Amazing, amazing..."

"Tsk tsk..."

Amid the voices of everyone talking, the farmer strode forward.

This feeling seems a little different...
Chapter completed!