"A bookstore?"

Regarding Song Caiwei's sudden questioning, Song Chengwen paused, frowning and stunned for a long time.

Song Caiwei's words were really a bit unexpected by Song Chengwen, he thought about it for a long time and didn't think why Song Caiwei asked where the bookstore was?

couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it, and after being stunned, Song Chengwen scratched his head with his hand and smiled at Song Caiwei.

"It's just around the corner of this street, next to Shangqing School."

"Okay, let's go to the bookstore, Xiao Wu is almost five years old, and it's time for enlightenment, let's pick two literacy books and go back, anyway, the eldest brother can teach him a few words first, and when our family's life gets better, we will send him to the school."

In fact, this sentence is an excuse for Song Caiwei's real purpose of going to the bookstore, but Song Caiwei really wants to send Song Chengwu to the school after making some money in the future.

So Song Caiwei said it in passing, what she said was called thinking about others, and it was justifiable.

When Song Chengwen and Song Cailian heard Song Caiwei's words, they were immediately stunned, and they wanted to say that they were still a little suspicious when they heard that Song Caiwei was going to the bookstore just now.

So now both of them were shocked in their hearts, and at the same time a little ashamed.

Because after earning money today, both of them thought about how to make good use of the money to improve the life of their families, but they didn't expect it to be so far-reaching.

Yes, Shinong Industry and Commerce, as long as someone in the family studies well and obtains fame, then isn't the life of a family good?

Uncle's family is not the best example. It seems that he was photographed before.

Thinking of this, the two of them secretly decided in their hearts that they must make good money in the future, and wait for Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu to study in the future.

The two of them secretly thought to themselves here, but if Song Caiwei knew, she would definitely fall down when she laughed, and then she would praise the rich imagination of the two of them in her heart.

Regardless of the careful thoughts of the three of them, they didn't stop and walked quickly towards the bookstore.

After walking less than 100 meters, Song Caiwei saw a bookstore called "Moxiang".

The bookstore is not big, but it has two floors.

Walking to the door, Song Chengwen didn't go in on the grounds of guarding the bamboo basket, Song Caiwei only nodded in agreement, and led Song Cailian into the study house.

It was almost noon, but the school hadn't finished yet, so there weren't many people in the bookstore.

So looking at two children wearing patches, or girls walking into the bookstore hand in hand, this scene is somewhat eye-catching.

Seeing that the people in the bookstore were looking at them, Song Caiwei continued to walk forward disappreciably, even Song Cailian was no longer shy and striding forward in the medical hall, but her heart was pounding.

The owner of the bookstore was an old man in a navy blue robe, about fifty years old, with a thin build, a long white beard, clear eyes, and a bookish appearance.

Seeing that Song Caiwei and Song Cailian entered the bookstore, they didn't raise their heads, they were still sitting on a big chair covered with fur, and there was a huge stump on the side, on which was a set of tea sets, tea was boiling in the teapot, and the old man was burying his head in the book, reading the world.

Song Caiwei looked at the layout of the bookstore, only to feel that it was very elegant, and the bookstore was exceptionally clean because of its relatively remote location, only the subtle sound of turning books from time to time came.

There are more than a dozen bookshelves on the first floor, which are placed in different categories, neatly and neatly, and there are two small servants on the side to supervise.

The older boy was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and wore a brown coarse cloth shirt and gray coarse cloth trousers, with slight patches on the trousers, but extremely fine stitches.

Song Caiwei looked at it, and secretly praised it in her heart: good craftsmanship. At the same time, he praised his mother or wife in his heart.

As for why Song Caiwei didn't think that it was his sister or sister in his family who sewed for him, after all, if it was Song Chengwen, I am afraid it would not be her turn to sew torn pants for him as a sister, Song Caiwei thought to herself.

But after a long time, when Song Caiwei met this little guy again, after learning the truth of the matter, she couldn't help but feel amused by her guess today.

After taking a closer look, but seeing that he was in a strong body, Song Caiwei guessed that it should be the main trunk.

He followed his gaze to another young man, about ten years old, wearing a green cloth robe lined with a white undershirt, both washed and white.

The little guy was holding a copy of "Spring and Autumn" in his hand and reading it, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling.

Song Caiwei thought to herself, looking at the appearance, maybe this little guy is poor in his family, and the bookstore owner is kind, so she kept him in the bookstore, which made it convenient for him to study, and also sold him a favor.

Thinking of this, Song Caiwei couldn't help but shake her head, sure enough, the stinky problem of loving to observe people in her previous life still hasn't changed.

However, it was also because of her ability to observe people that she was able to achieve such an achievement in her previous life.

Although Song Caiwei entered the bookstore, she didn't want to stay longer, so she walked towards the older guy.

After a few words of conversation, Song Caiwei understood that this little guy was honest, so she also informed Song Caiwei's inquiry in detail.

After asking, Song Caiwei went straight to the bookshelf where the book she was looking for was located.

The bookshelves are all listed in traditional characters, but fortunately, in her previous life, Song Caiwei had been in Taiwan for two years, so in addition to those that are particularly obscure, Song Caiwei still knows these traditional characters in general.

After looking for a while, Song Caiwei found a book that was more in line with her heart, and then walked towards the bookshelf where the enlightenment reading materials were placed.

I picked two books at random, one for literacy, similar to modern children's literacy books, there are also some illustrations of animals, vegetables and so on, although they are black and white, but those things are painted vividly and vividly.

The other is an ancient poem called "Three Hundred Children's Poems", which are all some popular poems, Song Caiwei flipped through it casually, but there was no one in it that she was familiar with, so she closed the book stupidly.

turned around to look for Song Cailian, only to find that she was holding a book called "Business Sea Classics" and reading it intently, her face was calm, and her eyes were focused.

Coupled with that slender figure, Song Caiwei sighed in her heart: If she was born in a wealthy family, with Song Cailian's character, she would be a famous lady in the city.

It's a pity, Song Caiwei sighed secretly, but she also made up her mind that when the conditions at home are better, she must invite a female doctor who is all-round in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to teach Song Cailian.

Walking forward, Song Caiwei stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hand and shook it mischievously under Song Cailian's focused gaze, giggling and cheerful laughter came out of her mouth.

"Little girl."

Song Cailian was suddenly interrupted when she was fascinated, she was unhappy in her heart, turned her head and glared angrily, and saw Song Caiwei looking at her with a smile.

No, Song Cailian saw Song Caiwei smiling happily, and the anger in her heart dissipated into smoke, so she had to scold, put the book in the distance, and turned around to leave.

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This article has been changed for almost half a month.,Collect two hands to count over.,There's only one vote for recommendation.,I don't know which one voted for.,Thank you here.,The remaining few votes are all voted for by myself (don't laugh at me),The comments are even more non-existent.,But Weisheng still keeps writing every day.,Never stopped.,In fact, I also thought about abandoning the article and not changing it.,But I still persevered again and again.,Not for anything else.,It's just that there are still people who read this article again.,So no matter what the results of this article are.,As long as someone reads it., The life will continue to go on. Well, having said so much and written so much, I just want to shout here: dear friends, give a recommendation vote! (*＾-＾*)