At night, Qiao Dayong entered Qingqing's study, Qingqing was behind the table full of books, while reading, while writing down something on the splint when she was collecting evidence, the light was very bright, like a mortuary, she installed a bright arc-shaped copper sheet on the back of the butter candle, and the place where the light was reflected was the position of her desk, and the books at this time were very large, in fact, it was not eye-catching.

The desk was full of books, but there was still some room for it, and a warm teapot with sweet soy milk in it and a few pots in a small saucer next to it. Obviously, she didn't have time to eat, how she had just put it up, and how she still put it now.

"It's time to rest!" Qiao Dayong said softly to his daughter.

"Ahh Qingqing was startled for a moment, but quickly recovered, smiled at his father, and looked left and right, "Is it late?" ”

"It's been three shifts outside." Qiao Dayong said softly to his daughter.

"I'm sorry you can't sleep." Qingqing rubbed her eyes, put a strip of cloth in the book, and carefully put it back in its place. The books she reads are clipped with strips of cloth of different colors. At this time, there were already a mountain of letters on the book, and half of them were sandwiched with strips of cloth.

"Not many good books this time?" Qiao Dayong glanced at it, and there were only one or two strips of red cloth. There aren't many green ones, mostly yellow. According to the classification of Qingqing, the red ones are the ones she wants to keep, and the green ones are passable. And the yellow ones are the ones she doesn't think are very good.

"Maybe it's because I've read too many good books and become picky." She poured out a cup of soy milk, held it in the palm of her hand and sipped it carefully, forgetting to drink water all night. The warm sweet soy milk made her feel a lot more comfortable.

"Try the pot, it's delicious, I think today's rice seems to be delicious, it doesn't seem to be the same as the rice I ate before, ask your second aunt, she said that there is no change of rice, so there must be someone with good craftsmanship to do it, right?"

"Lap-mei rice, are we eating lap-mei rice at night?" Qingqing took a piece and took a bite lightly, stunned for a moment, and raised her eyes to look at her father.

"So don't take the job in the future, as soon as you take the job, you will be confused, and the cured rice at night, you still say it is delicious! By the way, your grandfather likes that soy milk steamed bun very much, and I think it's delicious, you have eaten half of it! Qiao Dayong smiled helplessly.

"Really?" Qingqing was stunned for a moment, touched her stomach, and couldn't feel it.

"So tell people, next month, you won't do it, you're going to learn housekeeping at home." Qiao Dayong said it again.

"But......" Qingqing was a little reluctant, and it was not easy for her to find this job.

You know, the street is full of readers, why can she earn books just by helping people read books? It's famous. When she went to choose books, she couldn't afford to see the prices of these books. But her thirst for books forced her to talk to the store that she could help increase their sales, hoping that the reward would be books.

At that time, the shopkeeper almost didn't kick her out, but seeing that she was such a shy little girl, with a red face, the old shopkeeper couldn't say anything if he wanted to refuse, and it took a long time before he said, "Or, you can try it!" ”

She picked out ten new books from the store, only flipped through them slightly, and then wrote the introduction of the ten books on a piece of paper, making it look like a newspaper, and drawing some patterns related to the story.

The old shopkeeper is knowledgeable, and at a glance he understands that this is a good way to attract book lovers, just like the banner they hang at the door. But Qingqing shook his head, handing out flyers didn't make his books sell better, because there were few people on the street who could read. This book and newspaper was given to a wealthy scholar in Kaifeng. Those who buy books can get one for free, and some old customers will send it to their homes every month, and they can also attach new books. You can tell people which books you like, tick the list of books, and send them back to the store, and the store will deliver the books to your door according to the list.

The old shopkeeper thought about it, but he felt that he couldn't be the master, so he could only let her go back first, and he asked the owner to tell her later.

In fact, Qingqing knew very well at that time that she gave out all her suggestions, which was particularly easy to learn, and it was possible for people to steal her suggestions and throw her over the wall in turn. But she really isn't the kind of person who can talk to people slowly and grind slowly, and when she finishes speaking, she will resign herself to fate.

However, her surname is Qiao, and she is the daughter of the Qiao family. It's a big baby that Qiao Dayong holds in the palm of his hand. Qiao Dayong knew what his daughter had done, and at the beginning, Qiao Dayong thought that his daughter was so smart, how could he think of such a good method, and he would not let people deceive his daughter's good idea. He didn't need her to know, he went directly to the owner of that house. The cooperation between Qingqing and the bookstore has also been reached. After so many years, Qingqing has used this to fill a room full of books.

Of course, the business of that store is really booming. Even if other families want to learn, no one will study as hard as Qingqing and write a profile seriously. What's more, there are illustrations drawn by Qingqing himself according to the plot of the book on the books and newspapers, and I heard that many families have kept the monthly books and newspapers and bound them into books.

So this is not her achievement alone, if it weren't for Qiao Dayong in it, she wouldn't have succeeded. Now Qiao Dayong feels that this is starting to affect his life, and he doesn't want her to continue. And she has also understood these days, and from the words of her grandfather, father, and second aunt, she can also think that she has reached an age where she can't do what she wants.

"Why don't you go buy a bookstore and wait for you to get married?" Qiao Dayong looked out the window and whispered.

Qingqing burst into laughter and thought about it, "Forget it, I guess I won't have much time to read in the future." ”

"Don't worry, rest assured, when Dad picks a good person for you, everything is decided, you can live as you want. Daddy guaranteed! Qiao Dayong smiled and gently pulled Qingqing up, "Go to sleep!" ”

"Is that a cheating marriage?" Qingqing got up and took her father's arm and sighed softly.

"Of course not, the person who wants to marry you must like you so stupidly and dare to dislike you, and my father beats him every day." Qiao Dayong said firmly.

"Then your daughter can't get married!" A cool voice in the back.

Qiao Dayong and Qingqing turned around together, and Yue Wenqin stood at the window of his room, waved his hand at them, and smirked at them.

"Don't think I won't beat you!"

"You beat me, and tomorrow morning, your daughter will have nothing to eat." Yue Wenqin spread his hands.

Qingqing lowered her head and smiled, and went back to the backyard by herself.

Qiao Dayong looked back at his daughter and walked away, and shook his fist at Yue Wenqin.

"When I beat people, I can't control that much, let alone the streets are full of cooks."

"But Qiao Zhutou, I'm serious, your daughter like this will really not be able to get married." Yue Wenqin also looked at the door of the backyard and said in a low voice.

"Why?"

"I still need to ask, because of a father like you? Where does she find someone who is better than you are to him? If she can't find it, she will be disappointed, and if she is disappointed, how can she live? So, you really have to think about it. ”