A bag of scorpions sells for more than half a basket of ghost mushrooms. The ghost mushroom is not good to pick again, she doesn't dare to go to the depths, and the big flowers that can be picked outside have been brought by her twice, this is not a little rain to grow, and I don't know how long it will take to wait for the small flowers to grow up.

Steward Jiang thought that Hu Qing should still sell scorpions when she came again, but who knew that she would carry a basket of old bark the next day. Well, that's what they can use, it's this gap...

Hu smiled embarrassedly, and Steward Jiang also understood, and tentatively said: "Hu Niangzi is going to walk all over Baopingfang?" ”

Hu said lightly: "When you first arrive, you always have to worship the mountain." ”

When they stepped on the ground, they stepped on the ground, and they worshiped the mountain, and they all laughed when they heard this.

Steward Jiang sighed slightly: "If the lady Hu makes a living by collecting medicines, it is better to buy this Lingzhi Daquan and learn it well, then there are simple processing techniques on it, and the concocted medicinal materials can be sold at a higher price." ”

Hu inquired: "How much?" ”

Steward Jiang: "There are thick and thin, and there are also fascicles, and the price is high and low." If it's a simple booklet for beginners, you can buy it with a basket of oni mushrooms. ”

Hu thanked him lightly.

Steward Jiang said more: "There are old books in the bookstore*** new books are cheaper." The scholarly street is full of shops selling books, there is one of the most broken ones called Changjia Bookstore, his family has the most used books, miscellaneous, the price is not expensive, and it is impossible to find good things. ”

Hu Qing thanked him again.

She really wants to buy books to read, and the top priority is to learn to write books, illiterate or something, especially insecure.

Hu Qing came out of Baicao Pavilion and immediately went to the scholarly street, the scholarly fragrance lived up to its reputation, and the smell of ink was already smelled at the entrance of the street. Naturally, pens, ink, paper, and inkstones are sold in the bookstore, and monks also have to write.

A long street, you can't see the end at a glance, Baopingfang is too prosperous, and I don't know if it's like this in other markets.

The most dilapidated Changjia Bookstore, the most dilapidated Changjia Bookstore... Hu Qing walked and compared, and walked for a full hour before he found the most dilapidated one at the end of the street, Shangshu Chang's bookstore. The façade is not small, but it is broken, and the paper pasted on the edge of the window is yellowed and old.

It's not that the monks can't afford to use glass, but the paper used by the monks is much stronger than glass, and it has been as new as ever for ten or eight years, and it is so old like this one, and it hasn't been changed for about a hundred years?

There are also guests inside, dressed inconspicuously and rummaging through piles of old books and papers. That's right, other bookstores are all neat and tidy shelves, but this Changjia bookstore is different, the tall shelves are all standing against the wall, and the vacant space in the middle is full of dilapidated books, piles of garbage.

Everybody came to pick up the rags.

Hu rubbed his hands lightly, God blessed, bless me to find a treasure.

God: I'm busy.

There are only two employees in the bookstore, one of whom is behind the counter, and he doesn't know what broken books to read, looking comfortable and ignorant of foreign affairs. One is a guy who takes a broken bag and dumps a book on the ground.

Maybe it was just harvested?

In short, no one greeted.

Hu Qing walked in, at a loss, settled down, and decisively squatted down to wash the sand.

She felt that she had finally known hundreds of words, and even deceived her, she could finally understand the titles of the books, but as a result, the fonts on these books could not be said to be familiar, only irrelevant. For a moment, she was deeply skeptical, could it be that there are many languages in this place?

But she could also see that these books seemed to be essays written by different people, maybe travelogues or poems? Do monks also make poetry?

Hu looked up helplessly, the settling man was still immersed in his own world, and the young man had sat in the corner and seemed to be in a daze. She was embarrassed to disturb the two.

Grit your teeth and rely on yourself.

Finally, after rummaging through five mountains of books, she found a book for enlightenment - the Three Character Classic.

It is not the three-character scripture of "the beginning of man, the nature is good", but the three-character scripture of "too universe, there is chaos".

The wonderful thing is that this book has instructions for use, and even better is that she understands the instructions, including words, sounds, meanings, and books, as long as you put a spiritual bead on the back of the book, this advanced textbook can teach her to recognize and write, as well as an introduction to ancient knowledge.

That's it!

Hu Qing thought about it, such a high-end book would cost a lot of money, so he only took this one to the counter.

"Boss, how much is this?"

The accountant didn't raise his head: "One pound and one hundred spirit beads." One hundred spirit beads are harvested. ”

One catty, one hundred spirit beads.

Hu was stunned, in such a central urban area, with a spirit bead settlement, ten catties is only a piece of lower grade spirit stone, this store, can't make ends meet, right? Or is it volume but not price? It's going to go out of business.

Hu lightly checked it, he couldn't spend a hundred spirit beads in vain, and decisively went back and pulled out a picture album that he had just seen. Pure album, there is not a word on it, the paintings are all small animals, the lines are smooth, the colors are generous and bright, although it is very old, but it looks very interesting.

Hu Qing folded the two books together, slightly less than a catty, and flipped through them again, turning out a light and shriveled bookmark, which looked like a knife, adding up to just one catty.

If she was overcharged for more than a pound, she threw the bookmark back.

Resting on the counter, the settler didn't even need to pick it up, but only pushed it with one finger: "One hundred spirit beads." ”

Hu was convinced, counted the spirit beads, put the book in the basket and returned home, Hu Huahua looked at the door pitifully, and her eyes seemed to shine when she saw her.

Hu chuckled, her daughter was like this when she was a child, and when she first met in a parallel world, her eyes were brighter than the stars.

The charcoal fire in the stove has not been completely extinguished, Hu Qing opened the lid of the pot, the rich aroma of meat came to the nose, and went away with the wind, and the next moment there was a bitter scolding next door.

"Little X woman, cheap hooves, restless, burn you."

Hu's face sank, that woman is perverted, isn't it, it's really not worth the temptation of food to buy it with money. In the past, it was okay to be weird and angry, but today she dares to insult like this, if she doesn't care-

"If you pester me again, I'll pierce your face with scissors. Coquette. ”

Belch... Didn't you come for her?

Hu Qingqi suddenly became interested, stepped on the oven and climbed the wall to look next door, her eyes were good, and from the hollow cross gap, she saw that in addition to the woman in the courtyard, there was also a woman in a green skirt and a light yellow dress, with a slender figure.

The woman was furious: "What if your family has lived here for three generations? You can't even enter Chaohua Sect yourself. My son is a valued disciple of Chaohua Sect, and he can enter the inner gate only after the assessment. ”

The woman's mouth was crisp and not annoyed at all: "Auntie, you look at your son very well, but when he arrives at the inner gate, he is just an ordinary disciple, and he can't be just a miscellaneous servant." As for myself, I didn't enter Chaohuazong, but there are three people in my family, and there are acquaintances in the inner door. ”

Hu was stunned for a moment, this voice, she remembered it very clearly, wasn't it the newcomer who was missing from Boss Hua? Didn't she want to enter the Nonghua Pavilion? Why is this trying to get married? Nonghua Pavilion didn't take a fancy to her?

The woman continued: "Auntie, you are just a mortal, don't you want to hold your grandson, your parents are both monks, and your children have a high chance of having spiritual roots. You think I'm cheap with you, but it's actually cheap with you. ”

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