Yanzi glanced at it, but didn't say anything, pushed open the gate of her yard, and went home, without even giving Li a white eye, leaving her to sit alone at the door and look at Yanzi's back unhappily.

My mother and Dabao were both at home, and I saw that my mother was embroidering, but I didn't know where to get it. The two of them were even more happy when they saw the swallow come back and brought so many good things, and immediately prepared some meals, and the mother ate them together.

Got a paintbrush and paper, and after eating, the swallow pondered how to write in the house, thinking about the dream he saw this morning, compared to the gourd drawing scoop, the pen flew on the paper, and after the first chapter pondered and understood, the second and third chapters were simply easy for the swallow.

In half an afternoon, Yanzi painted ten pictures, and after finishing the painting, he hurriedly ran out of the house again, and found the library along the way Linghua said.

The swallow raised his feet and entered the door, and in the huge room, the bookshelves were neat and tidy, and the first class was neatly cleaned up by the shopkeeper, spotless, and not sloppy at all.

"Shopkeeper!" The swallow stood in front of the counter, and he had to tiptoe to get the tabletop, but it was a pity that the original owner had been malnourished since he was a child, and he was not tall!

The shopkeeper has a mustache, and he still has a jade ring on his right hand that is playing with the abacus, and at this moment he is pouting and inserting the silver ticket that he has just recovered.

Passing by the scholar next to him, he heard, "How many times have the shopkeepers counted this silver ticket today." ”

"Who can compare to our shopkeeper in terms of love for money!"

Yanzi turned his head to look at the two little scholars, and then looked back at the shopkeeper, as if he hadn't heard him just called, and shouted loudly: "Shopkeeper!" ”

"What are you doing, looking for books and going to the book boy in the store, I'm not available!" The shopkeeper did not raise his head, packed up the counted silver tickets, and carefully pressed the folded silver tickets with his hands, as if he was caressing a treasure.

Yanzi pursed his lips, took out the album he had drawn from his arms, carefully put it in front of the shopkeeper with both hands, and said softly: "Shopkeeper, I'm not here to find books, I'm here to sell books, take a look!" ”

Selling books? Hearing this, the corners of the shopkeeper's mouth hooked slightly, and he smiled sullenly, but sneered.

"Some time ago, someone came to me to buy it, and now it's coming again?" As he spoke, the shopkeeper put down the ledger and abacus in his hand and looked at the swallow from top to bottom. How do I seem to have seen this little girl somewhere, looking at the swallow and squinting and thinking.

"I'm the second child of Xinghualou who will serve you food today!" Swallow smiled and pointed to her book again.

The shopkeeper pursed his lips and smiled, but he felt a little disdainful, but next to the face of the proprietress Linghua, he opened the paper and looked at it twice.

Contempt, scholar white snake? This? It's kind of interesting!

Yanzi watched the shopkeeper's complexion change, and watched his face go from disdain to a smile.

"Shopkeeper, how is my picture book? Not bad, isn't it? Knowing that, the swallow took two more steps forward, came to the side of the shopkeeper, and whispered.

"Hey, I said that during this time, it is really difficult to become popular to read picture books, draw picture books, and make some of these weird things!" I saw the shopkeeper put a few pieces of drawing paper in front of Yanzi and muttered.

The swallow looked around, left and right, saw that the people were almost gone, and grinned at the shopkeeper.

"Shopkeeper, look at this book, it is estimated that the quality is much better than the one you sold!"

The shopkeeper put down the abacus in his hand, still disapproving, looked at the booklet twice, but was a little unhappy: "Little girl, where did you come from?" ”

"You don't care where I'm from, you take it or not! I'm here to talk to you about business! The swallow's voice was immature but full of strength, and her tone was not at all like that of a fourteen-year-old girl.

"Talking about business? Your fart is not small, take this kind of book to talk to me about business, beware of me looking for your father! The shopkeeper said and looked through the album in his hand again.