After delaying for a while, it was already past the time when Class Ding got out of school, and when she walked to the pavilion, she saw that Xu Xue was already waiting there.

"Sister, did you really submit the paper in advance?" Xu Xue was surprised and a little uneasy.

Zhao Ruxi patted her head: "Don't worry, I will hand in the paper after I finish it." Let's go, I'll tell Qingfeng not to go back in the morning, look for a bookstore on the street, and come to pick us up at noon. She should be waiting outside by this time. ”

"Sister, you think so carefully about everything." Xu Xue showed a look of admiration.

The two left the academy and got into the carriage, and Lu Bo pulled them to the door of a bookstore under Qingfeng's orders.

"Girl, Miss Xu, I went through all the five or six bookstores in Bac Ninh in the morning and compared them. This bookstore is still relatively large, and the price given is not bad. However, the shopkeeper also said that the selling book should not only look at the thickness of the book, but also whether the writing is good or not. Qingfeng said.

"Good work."

The three got out of the carriage and entered the bookstore.

Zhao Ruxi has been busy since he crossed over, except for the time when he went shopping with Xu Yongyi and Xu Xue to taste snacks, he hasn't gone shopping properly.

This was her first time in an ancient bookstore.

As soon as she entered, she was disappointed.

Qingfeng said that this bookstore is relatively large, not to mention the modern Xinhua bookstore, even the kind of private shops in the wholesale bookstore are much stronger than it, and people's books are full.

Now this shop is more than 20 square meters. There are a circle of bookcases around the wall, and the books on the bookcases are open one by one, and there are only forty or fifty books in total.

In front of the bookcase, a foot wide, there is also a circle of waist-high glass cases. There are also some books in the cabinet. The guy in the bookstore stood between the bookcase and the glass case, and the guest had to ask the guy to take out the bookcase or glass case if he needed any book.

But it's relieved to think about her.

Books in this era are expensive, and naturally they cannot be picked up and read by customers like modern bookstores.

Zhao Ruxi didn't speak when he went in, and walked all the way along the direction of the bookcase, trying to find some books that he could read. Walking through the books area of the Four Books and Five Classics and Interpretations, she stopped when she arrived at the counter where miscellaneous books such as travelogues were placed.

"Man, take these out and show me." She shouted.

The guy hurriedly stepped forward and brought the book to her.

Zhao Ruxi stood there and flipped through the book.

Seeing this, Xu Xue couldn't help it: "Sister, we don't have much time at noon, you hurry up." ”

Zhao Ruxi turned his head in surprise: "I pick my book, you sell your script, what are you waiting for me to do?" ”

Xu Xue: "......"

Zhao Ruxi ignored her and continued to look through the book in his hand.

Seeing this, Xu Xue bit her lip and glanced at the guy with some embarrassment.

In the morning, Qingfeng came to ask about the price of the notebook. The guy in the store had seen her and knew that she had come to inquire about selling scripts on behalf of the owner's family.

At this time, after listening to the conversation between Zhao Ruxi and Xu Xue, a guy took the initiative to step forward and greet Xu Xue: "This girl, do you have a book to sell?" As long as it's well written, we'll take it. Why don't I go and call our shopkeeper out? ”

Xu Xueyuan is not a timid person, but he has never seen the world and is used to relying on it. At this time, Zhao Ruxi asked her to sell it herself, and she also understood her sister's good intentions.

She opened the bag she was holding, took out the script inside, and put it on the counter: "Yes, I want to sell the script." ”

"Wait a minute, I'll call the shopkeeper." The man said and walked into the inner room.

Soon, a middle-aged man walked out, still holding a book in his hand.

He glanced at Qingfeng first, and then looked at Zhao Ruxi and Xu Xue, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

In the morning, Qingfeng came to ask for the price, and the shopkeeper Jiang saw that she was dressed as a maid, but she was wearing silk and satin, and she was still riding in a carriage, presumably her master was from a rich and noble family.

This kind of person writes a book as a hobby, and the stories he writes are often more innovative than those who have to write a book in order to support his family. Once in a while, you can come across a good one, and it can be a big seller.

Therefore, the shopkeeper Jiang told the price, hoping to receive a good book.

But I didn't want to come here now to be two little girls, who seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. The one who sells the script doesn't seem to be as gorgeous as the maid. Shopkeeper Jiang was completely hopeless at this time.

However, in line with the principle of "harmony and wealth" of businessmen, he still greeted Xu Xue: "The contemptible surname is Jiang, I don't know what to call the girl?" ”

"My surname is Xu." Xu Xue saw that this person was kind, and the apprehension in her heart was a little less.

"Miss Xu, is this going to sell a script?"

"Yes."

"Can you take a look at it first?" Shopkeeper Jiang asked.

Xu Xue didn't know that the gentle shopkeeper in front of her actually didn't trust her at all. When she saw that the other party had a good attitude and treated her politely as a character, she was suddenly grateful and moved in her heart.

She picked up the notebook on the counter, handed it to the shopkeeper, and said with a smile: "There is a shopkeeper to show you." ”

The shopkeeper bowed his head, picked up the notebook and flipped through it.

The outline of Xu Xue's story is the one given to her by Zhao Ruxi.

Zhao Ruxi knows that when a person writes a story, she can't be too detached from her (his) own living environment and cognition. If she gives Xu Xue a military theme or palace fight outline, Xu Xue will not be able to write it 100%.

What she gave Xu Xue was a life theme, which was a story she had read in a magazine.

The story is about a girl who falls in love with her cousin. But the girl's mother felt that the eldest sister was mean, and her son was unreliable, so she didn't agree to this family business. She found another family for her daughter, and married her off despite her objections.

After the girl got married, her husband was very kind to her, and her in-laws were kind, but the girl couldn't forget her cousin and was depressed.

The mother, worried that her daughter would do something stupid, took her to burn incense, hoping that she would untie the knot.

The girl fell asleep while listening to the scriptures.

She dreamed of a woman who accidentally fell into the water while washing clothes by the river. The corpse went down the river and became a naked corpse as the river washed away.

The corpse was washed to the shore, and the pedestrians who crossed the river all took a detour to avoid it, but only one scholar stopped, unbuttoned his coat, covered the female corpse, and continued to rush to the exam.

After some time, another man passed by. When he saw the corpse of the woman, he sighed, found a piece of high ground on the shore, dug a pit and buried the body.

When the dream was here, the girl woke up faintly, and woke up only to see that the person who had listened to the scriptures had left, and there were only the old monk and her mother in the room.

"Awake?" The old monk smiled, "Do you remember what you dreamed just now?" ”

The girl nodded.

The dream was too real to be vivid.

The old monk sighed slightly: "The female corpse is your past life." The passing scholar who put his clothes over you is your cousin in this life. He has a love for you, so he is in love with you. And the one who buried you is your current husband. He has the grace of regeneration in you, so you have a deep bond in this life, and you will tie the knot together. ”

The girl was speechless for a long time. She finally understood the sentence: "Ten years of cultivation can cross the same boat, and a hundred years of cultivation can sleep together." ”

After she returned, she lived with her husband wholeheartedly and lived a happy life.

This story, Zhao Ruxi named it "Rebirth Margin".

Zhao Ruxi feels that this story can be understood and written by Xu Xue. And because of the twists and turns of the story, and the Buddhist idea of "cause and effect cycle" in it, it is easier to be accepted by the market.