readx; Zhao Wuregret returned to the room, took out the books in the cage and looked at them for a while, there were small characters on them, because he was afraid that he would not be able to read clearly, every word was very neat. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When I was a child, my family was poor, and my mother couldn't afford to buy pen and paper, so she made a small sand table and taught herself to write and read with a branch.

Later, after she took on some manual work and earned some money, although she still couldn't afford to buy books, she bought some paper herself and copied down the books she had read.

"Am I being too selfish to have countless such great mothers in the world? Because of movable type printing, they don't have to work so hard," Zhao Wuregret muttered, not every mother will have the opportunity to read, in order to provide for their son to read, they must buy the dead expensive books, but if they use movable type printing, it can at least save a lot of effort.

After the Journey to the West seal also comes, the movable type printing will be announced to the world.

Zhao Wuregret stood up and came to the side of the hanging portrait, and there was a line of small characters in the empty space, which was a poem and a paragraph, written in elegant flying white font, followed by the word Zhao Ling, which was written by his cheap father.

"I have a feeling that he may still be talking, and maybe it won't be long before we meet." Zhao Wuregret sighed, he really didn't know how to face that cheap father, and he had always had a feeling of fear, was it because he wasn't 'original'? Or is it something else?

Stopping thinking about those useless things, he got up and opened the door, ready to go to the front yard to get a bite to eat, and just after walking a few steps, he found that a young man next to him had just walked out.

The man seemed stunned when he saw Zhao Wuregret, clenched his fists and said with a smile, "Does this brother live next door?" ”

"Hehe, under Zhao Wuregret, it is to the side," Zhao Wuregret also greeted with a smile, saying that he stretched out his hand and did not hit the smiling person, not to mention that this person did not seem to have malicious intent.

"It turned out to be Brother Zhao, in the lower yang, is Brother Zhao going out?" The man asked with a smile again, seeing Zhao Wuregret raising his eyebrows, he was busy explaining, "I don't have any other meaning, it's just that I am new to this Jinling City, and I am not familiar with this place, if Brother Zhao wants to go out, I want to go with Brother Zhao, otherwise I won't get lost." ”

"So that's the case," Zhao Wuregret nodded, and said helplessly, "It's a pity that I just came to Jinling, and I don't know much about these paths, so I can't take my brother with me." ”

After saying that, Zhao Wuregret nodded to him and walked out, came to the front building of the inn, ordered some delicious food, a pot of good wine, and ate slowly, although the price of Jinling is a bit high, but the pressure on Zhao Wuregret is not great, just entered 10,000 taels of silver, as long as there are no big expenses, it is enough for him to live leisurely.

If the next two copies of Journey to the West were printed, his funds would be more, but he had no plans to spend a lot of money, even if he was a collector in his previous life, he only spent a lot of money on the collection, and he never spent a lot of money on enjoyment.

After Zhao Wuregret walked out of the courtyard, the man named Fang Yang let out a soft snort, and another man walked out of the house.

"He should go out for dinner, Jian Chen, you go and follow him, I'll go to his room to have a look, if you come back, you go back to report first."

The man nodded slightly, walked out, and sat down not far from Zhao Wuregret, beckoning the man to call for some food and drink.

It just so happened that this guy was the one who brought them food in before, and when he saw this man coming out to ask for food again, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but he secretly said to himself in his heart, "This thing is really edible." ’

Seeing that there was no one left and right, the man named Fang Yang took out a strange tool from his arms, went to the door of Zhao Wuregret's room, opened the lock in just a while, and then entered the house in a flash.

His movements were familiar, as if he had done it countless times, this room was not large, there was a table with teacups on it, and not far away was a bed, and there was a small table and a few chairs on the side.

He came to the coffee table, and looked at a painting hanging on it, which depicted a girl in pink, and a small clay pot was placed on the coffee table, and when he opened it, it was white powder, and from his experience, it should be human ashes or something.

After putting the clay pot away, he came to the bed, where there was a cage, and he carefully took out the contents of the house, which were a few hand-copied books and a few sets of clothes.

I flipped through these books lightly, and I didn't find anything, but the clothes were a little special, and the others were relatively old, but there was a set of clothes made of the best Shu brocade.

He didn't find anything useful, put them in place, and couldn't see that anyone had moved, so he searched the bed carefully, but stuffed some gold in a pillow, and when he looked for it again, he found gold under the bed, hanging it with a rope, tied underneath, and blocked by the edge of the bed, if he hadn't gone under the bed and looked up, he really couldn't find it.

This made Fang Yang smile, this Zhao Wuregret is really interesting, collect the silver and wealth separately, even if some are stolen, there will be no penniless, he is sure that there should be gold elsewhere, but there is no need to look for it anymore, he came to the picture again, wrote down the words on it, closed the door again, and left the courtyard after locking it.

As everyone knows, Zhao Wuregret is also very painful for carrying a huge amount of gold, for this era, the hard currency is gold, silver, copper money, no silver tickets, no Jiaozi, because these things were invented by the Northern Song Dynasty in the original time and space, such as money or something, but to save silver, yes, you have to pay money, yes, you have to pay money to the money when you deposit it in the bank, which is the same as the negative interest rate of the bank of the Celestial Empire in later generations, and the money will be less and less in the bank.

Zhao Wuregret is a man who has no 'sense of security', he is afraid that someone will steal all his money, so he divides it into several collections, as long as one is not found, plus the gold he carries, there will be no danger of flowing into the streets.

Between meals, he felt that someone was watching him, but he turned his head but didn't notice that since he practiced the nameless atlas, his spiritual sense has become more and more sensitive, of course, today's group of men blatantly followed it does not count.

"Zhao Gongzi, eating here," a grinning voice sounded in his ears, Zhao Wuregret looked up, and it turned out to be Wang Laosan calling himself on the side.

"It turned out to be Wang Yalang," Zhao Wuregret nodded and smiled faintly, but he didn't let anyone sit down, let alone drink two glasses with him.

Because the appearance of these five elders is a bit 'amazing', and it is also the era when this woman can't come out to work, if it is in the future generations, it is really not suitable for people who sell houses.