Although there was no way to use magic to clean up, since the area of the Sanyou Book House was not large, it did not cause much trouble to Zheng Qing.

There are public faucets outside the store, and there are also standing garbage bags, feather dusters and other tools in the store.

According to the family's custom, the remaining Fu characters and Spring Festival couplets should wait for the morning of Chinese New Year's Eve to clean up the old ones and post the new ones.

Because of the dusty and smoky miasma during cleaning, Huang Huaci had already slipped off Mr. Wu's recliner, hugged the small TV, and ran down the aisle behind the store to Huiji—Zheng Qing was very skeptical that the TV could receive a TV signal in Huiziji.

In addition, the cleaning was not without its gains.

In between sprinkling and sweeping, when resting, Zheng Qing looked at the bookshelves and dense books around the store, and suddenly remembered a wish of his own a long time ago - when he is old, open a bookstore, bask in the sun, look at books, take a sip of tea from time to time, enjoy a leisurely time, it is beautiful to think about.

Right now, he is still a long, long time away from the retirement of his dreams.

But this did not prevent him from making some plans for his dreams in advance.

"Perhaps, I can dump some unsellable books from Mr.'s bookstore and sell them in D&K?" he thought, and couldn't help but slam his fist on his palm, which seemed like a good idea - it would not only help him expand the sales of his shop, but also allow himself to accumulate experience, and also find new goods for the hunting team's small shop.

It's a lot of money.

Of course, because of the distance, he couldn't discuss this idea with his companions for the time being. But that didn't stop him from wasting five minutes of writing down this little plan in the notebook he carried with him.

After everything was cleaned up, Zheng Qing turned his gaze to the southeast corner of the bookstore.

There is a small duplex separated by a wooden ladder, above which is a place for miscellaneous items and cupboards, and under the ladder there is a black lacquered wooden door. Behind the door is a passage that leads to another Sanyou book house on the palindromic set.

The gentleman asked him to look after the store, and naturally both stores had to be taken care of.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qing picked up the bucket cloth and other tools and walked towards the black door.

"I haven't seen each other for half a year. The young wizard muttered to himself, rubbing his finger against the head of the brass snake on the door.

The little snake coiled on the turtle's back bunk, motionless, as if it were really a dead thing.

Zheng Qing tugged at the corners of his mouth, grabbed the brush hanging on the door, skillfully dipped the small pot of sesame oil next to him, and then applied it to the tip of the copper snake's tail. Before long, under the turtle's back, a small turtle's head poked out, stretched its neck, and bit on the snake's tail.

"Click, click..."

As the turtle's neck stretched longer and longer, driving the mechanism inside the door to rotate, Zheng Qing took advantage of the situation and pulled a small snake with a copper ring, and then the black lacquered wooden door suddenly opened.

"You eat slowly, I'll go first. Zheng Qing turned around and reapplied a handful of sesame oil to the snake's tail, then said hello to the copper snake and copper turtle with a smile, and walked into the dark aisle with a bucket and other tools.

The turtle and the snake in the first room of the knocker shop did not pay attention to the young wizard's greeting, and still licked the small piece of sesame oil with relish.

Walking along the aisle for a hundred and ten meters, there is another wooden door.

Pushing open the door, the familiar background sound of cat and mouse jumped into Zheng Qing's ears again.

"Can't you let me finish watching an episode of the cartoon in peace?" Huang Huaxi shouted angrily, jumped up from the chair, hugged the mini TV, and ran back to the Sanyou Book House in Yunhua Community in the opposite direction from Zheng Qing.

"There's really a TV signal here," Zheng Qing muttered, shouting at the back of the yellow civet, "Turn down the sound of the TV...... The barbershopkeeper has already complained! Also, I just cleaned up the place, don't drop the hair on the floor!"

He was answered with a loud 'bang' of the door.

"Bad temper as always. The young wizard sniffled and shook his head.

Similar to the Yunhua community, the Sanyou Book House on the Hui Zi Ji is also very cold and quiet, but unlike the Yunhua Community, in the Hui Zi Ji, Zheng Qing can use magic and talismans without restrictions - this is something that he immediately realized as soon as he stepped into this shop.

"Disgusted with the dew!"

"Sprinkle and sweep!"

"Thin stain my window!"

"Bo Huan my curtain!"

One after another magical light flickered in this small shop, feeling the swift and efficient sprinkling effect around him, Zheng Qing's whole person was filled with a huge sense of satisfaction from the inside out.

"Well, that's the right way to turn on magic......" The wizard had a satisfied expression on his face, as if he had eaten a tender grilled steak when he was hungry, "Then again, why did Mr. set up a forbidden area over there...... Is it because there are ordinary people around you, in order to avoid the observer effect?"

These thoughts flickered through my mind, but there was no pause at hand.

It only took about a minute for Zheng Qing to clean the Sanyou Book House on the Hui Zi Collection, and it was spotless. Even the pots of Junzi orchids on the windowsill were not missed—their leaves were wiped shiny, and they were watered and fertilized.

"Sure enough, magic is the primary productive force. He kicked the bucket at his feet, which had never come in handy, listened to its clatter, and sighed: "Work quickly, well, and easily...... No wonder everyone loves magic. ”

Remove the door panel and open the door.

The ancient, dilapidated Huiziji street once again appeared in front of Zheng Qing's eyes.

Perhaps because the Spring Festival is approaching, the streets have a little more festive atmosphere.

The red lanterns were connected in a string, swaying and drifting through the air, and from time to time a paper dragon passed by them, occasionally opening its big mouth and swallowing a lantern, a few brilliant sparks leaking from the corners of its mouth;

The colorful brocade pheasant spreads its wings and sprinkles a beautiful chord, surrounded by chirping birds and finches to accompany it;

There are also swarms of lightworms, blue or green, purple or red, clinging to the vines and shrubs on both sides of the alley, and even the eaves and clotheslines, even the bright sun overhead cannot hide their dazzling figures.

In addition, there are more vendors lining the streets.

"Hey, I haven't been here for half a year, and the vocabulary has improved?" Zheng Qing opened his eyes wide, looked at the surrounding scene, and his surprise was overflowing: "When will there be lights and fireflies here!"

"A month ago," a familiar and smug voice answered the young wizard's doubts, "twenty-five days ago, to be exact, that is, at Christmas...... I'm glad my companion didn't forget me and sent me these Christmas gifts back from the New World. ”

Zheng Qing turned around.

A tall, thin wizard with a lock of long hair on his forehead was looking at him with a grin.

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