In the afternoon in Jiangzhou City, people come and go.

As the old man had said, Jiangzhou should be one of the cleanest state capitals they had come across these days.

There was not a single open channel on the main road in the city, and the stone bricks on the ground were neatly stacked and clean, as if they had just been washed with water.

Unlike other state capitals, the roads are not flanked by markets, but by high brick walls—these are the walls of the squares, and inside the walls are where the people live, trade, and sell.

There are 13 east-west streets and 12 north-south streets in Jiangzhou City, with a total of 108 squares.

The streets between the squares were so wide that they were almost unjustifiably wide—a rough estimate of what Bai Ling had estimated was enough for ten chariots to keep them on the side.

The high, thick walls also look perfect for setting up a crossbow......

It's like a city designed for street fighting.

Several people received the corresponding pass when they entered the city, and after entering the city, they could only use this token to enter and exit the corresponding neighborhood, and after the evening there was a curfew in the city, and the people were not allowed to leave the city, and if there was a violation, they would be punished with a felony of Tongjin - since the forty-five years of Jianxi, every year after the beginning of autumn.

The three of them crossed half of Jiangzhou Cheng half-questioning and half-searching, and came to the "Puning Fang" in the north of the city.

Most of the people who live here are individual tourists from other places, and because of this, there are twice as many soldiers stationed in Puning Square as in other neighborhoods - and the prices of things bought here are much more expensive than in other places.

The three of them found a quiet inn in Puning Fang to stay, waited for lunch, and after bathing, it was already evening.

A few people bought some daily clothes and new clothes for daily use, standing outside the clothing shop and looking at the end of the street, the door of the workshop in the distance was indeed closed, and a few people went back to the inn to put things and went out again.

After closing the door, Puning Fang became lively, because there was money to be made here, many small merchants and vendors in Jiangzhou City slipped into here with their own abilities, picked up local specialties, put on some powerful gimmicks, and sold them to these individual customers at a high price.

In the face of the vendors' shouting, several people were unmoved—in fact, they only felt that they had a toothache from the rice at the inn at noon, so they ran out at night to forage for food.

After eating and drinking, the three of them embarked on their return journey, passing a bookstore on the way, Li Yi ran in like a ghost, and Bai Ling and Mu Cheng had to follow behind with their things.

The bookstore owner was dozing off on a chair on the side of the street, and Li Yiru didn't call him, just in the dim light, his fingers quickly swept over the bookshelf.

"What are you looking for?" Mu Cheng asked.

Li Yiru laughed twice, "I'll find out if the bookstore here in Jiangzhou has any of my grandfather's books." ”

"What is a book called?" Bai Ling looked at him curiously, "I'll help find it too." ”

"Mountains and Rivers."

"Mountain ......" Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, she felt that the name "Li Yuan" was familiar before, as if she had heard it somewhere, but now when she heard the title of the book, Bai Ling finally remembered - isn't this the travelogue that made Queen Zhen unable to release the scroll?

"Your grandfather wrote "Mountains and Rivers Record"?"

"Yes," Li Yiru heard the surprise in Bai Ling's words, and turned back with some surprise, "Has Songqing heard of it?" ”

"I did," laughed Perling, "but I didn't finish it, only the preface." ”

"Among the several books in the "Record" series, the preface of that one is the best!" Li Yiru said proudly, "My grandfather's most aura work is "Taiping Essays", he calls himself Taiping Jushi, and that collection contains more than a dozen essays of his choice, but unfortunately I haven't seen this book on the bookshelf anywhere when I left Shudi." ”

Bai Ling smiled, and leaned down to look for the book, she suddenly felt that the fate of the world was really wonderful—a few years ago, she flipped through an old book, and a few years later she became a companion with the author's descendants.

The three of them searched for it three times, and turned over the wooden shelves inside and outside the bookstore three times, but they didn't see any works signed by Li Yuan.

So Mu Cheng, the tallest, found something to put his feet on, and then reached for it—this movement finally woke up the bookshop owner who was dozing outside.

The boss rubbed his eyes, and when he turned around, he found that three people were beating the idea of the treasure of his town, and when he shouted angrily, he picked up the broom on the side and rushed towards the three of them.

The three of them turned around when they heard the sound, and before they could shout out, they only heard a bang, Mu Cheng hugged the basket, and jumped off the stool with a dodge.

Although he didn't fall, he was well hit with a few brooms.

Mu Cheng raised his hand to block it at first, but then he simply stood there and didn't move - anyway, the boss is embroidered with fists and legs, and it doesn't hurt to fight.

When the misunderstanding between the two sides was finally clarified, the boss panted and took back his treasure from Mu Cheng's hand, and said with an unhappy face, "Oh, it turns out that you are looking for Mr. Li's book, which was sold out at the beginning of the month, and the new publication will wait until next month...... This book is in demand, if you want to pay 30% of the subscription money first, no matter if you buy it or not, the subscription will not be refunded! ”

"No, no," Li Yiru smiled a little embarrassed, he waved his hand, "We'll leave in two days, and we won't wait for next month...... There was a lot of trouble today, and we left. ”

The bookstore owner didn't look at the three of them, but walked to his counter with the bamboo basket, and then carefully opened the basket under the lamp to examine the books.

Before leaving, Bai Ling glanced casually and saw a few big characters written on the face of the bamboo basket - "A New Treatise on Typhoid Fever".

Bai Ling's whole person's movements suddenly stopped.

The bookkeeper wiped the basket with his sleeve with great pity, and re-wrapped the dark blue cotton cloth on the book.

"Boss, whose book is this?" Bai Ling asked.

The boss glanced at him, "I don't like to talk to uninformed strangers like you...... This is the "New Theory of Typhoid Fever" by the old lady Bai. ”

Bai Ling looked at the book and stumbled to the counter, "I...... I can...... Take a look? ”

"Can't!" The boss covered the book like a protective, "This is not an ordinary new theory of typhoid fever, it was the front page three years ago!" There are only about 100 copies in total, don't you see that I usually put them on the shelf! ”

Li Yiru looked at Bai Ling's suddenly changed expression, thought for a moment in his heart, and stepped forward to explain, "To tell you, this friend of mine was rescued by Imperial Doctor Meng Bai to survive to this day, and he originally wanted to come to Jiangzhou to visit the two imperial doctors, but he didn't expect to hear the news that they had died three years ago on the way, so he ......"

The boss frowned, and then looked at Bai Ling's inexplicably excited and sentimental face at this time, and believed it a little.

"Don't reach out and touch it," the boss's voice calmed down a bit, "I'll show you." ”

Bai Ling nodded repeatedly.

The boss opened the cotton cloth that wrapped the books, and there was a hard book case inside, and he could imagine how much he cherished this set of books.

Opening the book case, the four words of the new treatise on typhoid fever in regular script on the cover introduced his eyes, and Bai Ling suddenly held his breath - the names of three people were written under the title of the book.

“…… Why is there a name for Bai Ling? She asked softly, "She...... She didn't ......"

"There are thirteen volumes in this set," replied the boss, "the first twelve volumes were co-authored by the old lady Bai and his son Bai Yi, and the last volume is the "Psychological Handouts", which was written by Bai Ling, the former psychologist in the Jianxi period. ”

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