Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 533 Surprise

  Mr. Zhuang mainly looks for collections of essays published in these years, and has no interest in the bamboo slips on this wall.

  The three children stood still on the bamboo slips, searching for their favorite books.

  But the books that can be left behind with bamboo slips, or the books they make out of bamboo slips, the content will not be very interesting.

   So Bai Erlang searched for a long time, only to find two books, he held the bamboo slips and said: "I think it's all right, I only need to read these two books these few months."

  Bai Shanbao and Man Bao both looked at him contemptuously.

  Man Bao looked to the left, Bai Shanbao looked to the right.

  Bai Shanbao selected several volumes of bamboo slips, and a guy gave him a basket to hold the bamboo slips.

  Man Bao squatted in the corner without moving for a long time. Bai Shanbao took the basket and walked up and asked, "What are you looking at?"

  Man Bao hurriedly waved at him, showed him the bamboo slips in his hand, and said: "Look, "Shui Jing Zhu"."

  Bai Shanbao immediately squatted down and took a look. After reading it for a long time, he asked, "There is no title, how do you know it is "Shui Jing Zhu"?"

"Isn’t the "Sui Shu" written in the catalog of the "Shui Jing Zhu"? Unfortunately, the "Sui Shu" in your family's collection is not complete. What we saw is a fragmented volume. The bamboo slips are written on the river water. I think it is "Shui Jing Zhu"."

  Bai Shanbao became excited, lowered his voice and said, "Let’s look for it again."

  Man Bao nodded, and the two of them started to diverge from this position. After a while, Man Bao picked out two more scrolls of bamboo slips, and said slightly excited: "Both volumes are Weishui."

  Bai Shanbao also found two volumes, "This is river water."

  Mr. Zhuang selected the book. He wanted to greet the three little ones to go back together, but he saw that the two of Man Bao were intensively searching for bamboo slips, and there were already a lot of bamboo slips in the basket on the side.

  After a pause, he shook his head and laughed.

  So he went back in no hurry, found a book, sat down with his hands behind his back, and waited for them while reading.

  Shirajiro was sitting opposite him, holding a book and reading with gusto.

  Mr. Zhuang glanced at it and saw that it was an anecdote, and if it wasn’t any other mess, then he would ignore it.

  The guy puts the book they selected in the basket, and then put the basket at their feet, and when they are leaving, they can go to the checkout with the basket.

  Manbao and Bai Shanbao stayed until the bookstore was about to close, and it was almost dark outside before rubbing their waists and putting all the bamboo slips they found into the basket.

  Because there are too many, one basket can’t fit.

  The guy was very happy and sent a big basket again, thinking that the two little guest officials were both young, and he thoughtfully carried the basket to the counter.

  After all, a volume of bamboo slips is not light, but a basket of bamboo slips is heavier.

  Mr. Zhuang received the book, and when he looked up, he saw the two baskets of bamboo slips, and couldn't help being silent.

  He guessed that these two kids would buy, but he didn’t expect that they would buy so much.

  Mr. Zhuang coughed lightly and asked: "Man Bao, Shan Bao, don't you think about it anymore?"

   Baijiro also looked up from the book he was addicted to, and when he saw the bamboo slips they chose, he screamed, "Are you crazy?"

  Bai Shanbao glanced at him, saw the book in his hand, and asked, "Do you want to buy it?"

  Bai Erlang became guilty and glanced at Mr. Zhuang.

  Mr. Zhuang only glanced at him and then looked away, Bai Erlang made a mouth shape at Bai Shanbao: "Buy!"

  Fearing that they would not buy it, the guy hurriedly said: "Little son, little lady, the younger one will send you to checkout?"

  Bai Shanbao nodded, "Sir, please."

  Man Bao went to mention Mr. Zhuang’s book basket.

Mr. Zhuang glanced at their book baskets and always felt that something was wrong. After he settled his books, he remembered, "Shanbao, didn't you come to the bookstore to buy the books on the book list? Those Where's the book?"

  Bai Shanbao opened his mouth...

  Man Bao widened his eyes...

  Bai Erlang froze for a while and couldn't help laughing.

  The shopkeeper understood it immediately, and immediately said happily: "What book do you want to buy? Why don't you give me the book list, and I will pick it up for you."

  Bai Shanbao gave him the book list. In the end, he bought the most books and spent the most money.

   "Shui Jing Zhu" was taken out separately, and Man Bao paid the money, and in the end the two of them shared the money equally.

  The shopkeeper turned over, and every bamboo slip has a serial number at the end, and the serial number represents the price.

  Seriously speaking, the price of a scroll of bamboo slips is not higher than that of paper books. Although it is troublesome to engrave bamboo slips, there are not many characters on a scroll of bamboo slips.

  Now, except for a small number of people, most scholars still prefer paper books.

  Also, the fledgling children like Bai Shanbao think that holding a roll of bamboo slips looks very handsome. In fact, most of the bamboo slips now have manuscripts, but that part of the manuscripts will not appear in their bookstores.

  Because seriously, the price of a roll of bamboo slips is indeed lower than a book, but the price of ten rolls of bamboo slips must be much higher than a book.

  And ten scrolls of bamboo slips may not be able to write a book, so selling bamboo slips is still very cost-effective. The bamboo slips on the side of the bookstore are prepared for these young people.

  The shopkeeper settled the bill for them with a smile, and didn't mind that they delayed his closing time. For such a proud customer, it would be nice to have a wave every day.

  The shopkeeper was very generous and gave them the book basket containing the books. Da Ji put three large book baskets in the car, so there were so many people in the car.

  Look around Manbao and see that the setting sun has gone down. The stalls on both sides are closed except for the food, and the shops on both sides are similar. Except for restaurants, restaurants and other shops, the rest are also closed.

  Man Bao said: "Let’s go back, and buy the food by the way."

  Hakusanbao and Baijiro nodded immediately, "Okay, okay."

  Daji flatly refused, "No way."

  How can he rest assured that the three little ones are going back?

  Mr. Zhuang also opened the curtain and said: "Don't be fooling around, go home first."

  Man Bao: "Sir, you have been sitting in the bookstore for half the afternoon. You should go more and relax, or let's go back together."

  Bai Shanbao feels reasonable, and agrees again and again, “After being in the bookstore for so long, my waist is sore, sir, let’s go down and let Daji drive the carriage by himself.”

  Good luck:...

  Mr. Zhuang:……

  White Jiro directly climbed into the carriage to help Mr. Zhuang get off.

  He looked at the three disciples helplessly, and glanced at the familiar and unfamiliar street outside. Mr. Zhuang suddenly felt a sense of melancholy, and he helped Bai Erlang's hand to get out of the car.

  He glanced at the long street in front of him, and nodded: "Okay, let's go back."

Daji looked at them helplessly. Yizhou City is not Luojiang County. The streets here are spacious but there are many cars. He can't walk slowly on the street with a horse-drawn cart. You can't even find it here. Place of storage.

  　The next chapter will be later

  (End of this chapter)