When we look at the history books of the past, we will find a lot of questions, because there are many things that we don't understand.

There are many, many versions of a historical story. We don't know which version is true, or which version is relatively true, and it is precisely because there are so many different versions of historical stories that there are so many splendid cultures. Now these children have entered a new era, which is undoubtedly a huge shock for them, and such an impact is unique in the long history of mankind.

Because they haven't had time to put on modern clothes, these children are dressed very strangely, so Mei Xiaohan took them to the clothing store, facing these clothes of different materials and styles, and the children who like freshness are very happy. The clothes were too new to anything they had seen before, and the curiosity about new things was more intense than teenagers.

They are curious, imaginative, and most importantly, they are energetic and passionate in their blood. Over the next few days, they will be given one assessment after another, and the skills and knowledge they will choose to learn will be arranged according to the direction in which they are good at it.

It's not a factory assembly line, it's completely humane, aimed at each different person, and brings out its best talents. Make the best use of talents, try not to waste a talent, and do not miss any blank tire that can be shaped.

Mei Xiaohan still values basic industry and agriculture the most, for an agrarian society thousands of years ago, agriculture is actually the most tangible thing, followed by industry, especially light industry. Even though the Great Song Dynasty is boasted of being a prosperous era, in fact, it is only developing to a certain extent, and the lives of the people at the bottom of the society and the common people are far from being as good as recorded in the history books.

Due to the inconvenience of transportation and the high cost of reading, only a small number of people can read, although this is an era of literati, but the vast majority of literati have backgrounds and relatively good family conditions. And compared to other small farmers, they depend on it for their survival.

What history is and what time is. Although many of the things I have done before are ridiculous to think about, in fact, no one knows exactly what choice they will make in the next second. Some people's lives no longer need to be proven, and how to make their lives more meaningful may still be an unanswered.

Mei Xiaohan passed by a bookstall and picked up a book, which was a yellowed ancient book that looked like it had been some years old. This is definitely an inadvertent action, originally just passing by, but inadvertently saw the book. When I opened the yellowed ancient book, a strange smell came to my nose, perhaps because the weather was a little humid, and this ancient book exuded a hint of musty.

"Great Song Dream!"

Three characters written in imitation Song style appeared in front of Mei Xiaohan's eyes. Perhaps because of these three words, Mei Xiaohan's nose was a little sour. Because of the three words he saw, he had a feeling of being in a trance.

I didn't have time to take a closer look, so I turned to the owner who sold the book and said, "How do you sell this book?" ”

The old man didn't answer, he slowly turned his head to look at Mei Xiaohan, and the corners of his mouth moved twice.

"I'm sorry, old man... How do you sell this book? ”

The old man only reacted at this time, took a sip of the boiling water in the glass, and sighed. Lian Lian shook his head and said: "I have been setting up a stall here for 30 years, and no one has ever asked me how to sell this book, and I have forgotten its original price." ”

30 years have passed, and the price of many things on the market has increased, and I am afraid that the price of this ancient book will also increase a lot.

"Young man, do you think you have enough money in your pocket to buy this book?"

As soon as the old man asked this, Mei Xiaohan was suddenly a little stunned, and said, "What do you mean, old man?" ”

The old man said, "Young man, what do you do?" ”

Mei Xiaohan said: "I don't understand what you want to express. ”

When he said this, Mei Xiaohan's fingertips inadvertently touched the broken paper of this ancient book, and the paper was broken in an instant, which seemed to indicate that everything in the world is not eternal, which shows the degree of damage to this ancient book.

"Looks like you're not willing to sell this book!"

The old man said, "I'm waiting for someone, but I'm not sure he'll come here." ”

"Which one are you waiting for?"

"Destined people!"

Mei Xiaohan smiled and said, "It seems that I am not the one who is destined, because you don't seem to welcome me very much." ”

After coming to this city, Mei Xiaohan felt that he had been out of touch with modern civilization for too long, and he was still used to speaking vernacular.

"A few days ago, a group of people suddenly came to this city, and you are one of them, right?"

Mei Xiaohan didn't feel strange to be able to ask such a question, because the group of people who came a few days ago was indeed mighty, and even bought a hotel. But what puzzled Mei Xiaohan was, what kind of meaning does this book have? If in normal times, seeing such an ordinary book, even tattered, who would want to take the time to stop. Mei Xiaohan took a lot of interest in this book.

"There are many things in the world that cannot be bought with money!"

The old man repeated his concept again, which made Mei Xiaohan feel that he was a little wordy, not at all happy.

Mei Xiaohan said: "It seems that I have no chance with this book, and you don't welcome me much, so I won't bother much." ”

"Young man, you misunderstand me, this book has been lying here for so long that I have forgotten it."

"Can I tell the story about this book?"

The old man nodded and said, "Please give me a cigarette!" ”

Mei Xiaohan scratched her head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I don't smoke!" ”

For some people, cigarettes are the whole of their life, and if there is no cigarette, it is equivalent to depriving him of his life, and his life will lose its meaning. This old man was obviously one such person, because Mei Xiaohan found that next to the stool he was sitting on, there were cigarette butts as high as a hill.

This small bookstall, standing on the corner of the street, is inconspicuous from afar. And the low-headed people who come and go on the road in a hurry, few people will pay attention to this small bookstall. It seems that the small stall on the street is not a good deal, and in the early years, pedestrians would have bought a newspaper. And now all you need to do is turn on your phone, gently swipe the news, and you can see all the major events in the world.