CHAPTER IX

Gu Bai spread out the poetry collection, prepared pen and ink, and copied it.

The book house fell silent.

But Gu Bai always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him.

He looked up and saw that Miss Cui's face was almost touching his face.

"Ahem. Gu Bai reminded her, "Miss Xiaocui, the hour is not early, your young lady may have something to do with you." ”

Xiaocui shook her head, "Don't be afraid, Miss said, let me say goodbye to you." ”

"Uh..."

Gu Bai decided to sell his stinky skin for the sake of silver, "Yes, yes, it should be." ”

"Shopkeeper Gu, I wrote a poem and read it to you?" Xiao Cui looked at him with a blinking pair of eyes.

"Well, that's fine, I'll hear you. Gu Bai nodded.

Cui cleared her throat.

"Plum green, plum yellow, plum green and yellow. The sister leaned on the door and sniffed, missing Gu Xiaolang. ”

Gu Bai gave a thumbs up, "Don't say it, this poem is much better than what your young lady wrote." ”

Xiao Cui smiled, "Hey, shopkeeper Gu, Nong is really good at complimenting people, what do you think of the content of the poem?"

Gu Bai scratched his head, "This, you also know, I don't know anything about poetry, yes, I don't know anything about poetry." ”

Xiao Cui was anxious, "It's so straightforward, you can't understand it?"

"Little Cui girl, you know, I'm a book copyist, this..."

Gu Bai laughed dryly, "I'd better continue to copy the book, hook, send Miss Xiaocui out." ”

Miss Emerald stomped her foot and followed the hook to the door.

As soon as she lifted the oil-paper umbrella, she walked back again, "Well, this is a reward for you." ”

Dropping a piece of broken silver, Miss Tsui turned and walked away.

Gu Bai got up and wanted to send the silver back, but when he chased it out, he saw Xiao Cui entering the drizzle with an oil-paper umbrella.

Perhaps afraid that Gu Bai would chase him out, Xiao Cui quickly jumped over a waterhole, slipped out of the hairpin on her head, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"Tsk. Hook stood next to Gu Bai, "Another girl's heart was hurt by you." ”

She looked back at Gu Bai, "What are you pretending to be stupid, what are you pretending to be stupid." ”

"I don't pretend to be stupid, she'll be hurt even more. Gu Bai turned around and returned to the mat and continued to copy the book.

The word love hurts the most, and Gu Bai decided to stay away.

Several groups of guests came one after another, mostly women.

West Street Tofu Xi Shi, East Street Sai Diao Chan, and even the old bustard of the Qinglou also came to Gu Bai and asked him to copy the recipe or Qunfang recipe.

Occasionally, a few men came, and Gu Bai's eyes were strange.

Every time he met these people, Gu Bai let the hook go.

The honor of the hook stood in front of them to ward off evil spirits.

After a while, the bookstore took over several businesses.

Hook had to admire, "I didn't expect the door to be closed for a month, and as soon as the door opened, they all came." ”

Now she doesn't have to worry about not earning money, she lives on the street, and the owner sells her to the Qinglou.

Gu Bai was disdainful, "If you can sell it to Qinglou, will you still be here?"

The hook covered his chest and felt his heart be pricked, "Childe, don't forget who went out to buy you wine and food." ”

Gu Bai hurriedly straightened his attitude, "I was wrong, a woman who doesn't want to be sold to the Qinglou is not a good slave." ”

While they were joking, a man walked in with an oil-paper umbrella.

"Shopkeeper Gu. "The people who come are weak.

"Year shopkeeper. ”

Gu Bai raised his head to say hello, asked the hook to make tea, and asked the shopkeeper Gu to sit at the table.

The shopkeeper is also an old customer, and he is a good friend of Gu Bai's brother.

It is also the only one among so many guests today who has normal business dealings with the bookstore, and not has other plans.

The shopkeeper opened a porcelain shop and often sent porcelain to the government and wealthy families.

Of course, it is not possible to send porcelain directly.

They often make a list, hand it to the housekeeper, and then send the porcelain to the door after the housekeeper checks it.

This list, the shopkeeper often asks Gu Bai to write it - the list looks pleasing to the eye and will make business much better.

It's just that the shopkeeper this year is not in good spirits today.

"Old man, what happened to you?" Gu Bai glanced up at the shopkeeper in the midst of his busy schedule of copying books.

The shopkeeper shook his head, "No, no." ”

He handed over the list he had transcribed to Gu Bai, and after a few words, he didn't drink a sip of tea, and left weakly.

The hook is strange, "Will the shopkeeper be sick?"

Gu Bai didn't answer.

"He can't die, his life was bought by his mother's life. The hook replied on its own.

As noon approached, Hook took an oil-paper umbrella to buy food for Gu Bai.

Gu Bai's study house is a two-story small building, with a backyard, a well in the backyard, and a kitchen next to the well.

But the book house is easy not to catch fire, because the dishes cooked by the hook are terrible, and Gu Bai wants to live a few more years.

The hook goes fast and comes back quickly.

What she bought for Gu Bai was a soup cake, which was about the same as the dough sheet in her previous life, with gravy poured on it, and it tasted very delicious.

Before the hook brought out the rice, Gu Bai was already grinding the chopsticks.

"Uncle Tong knows that you are back, and he won't charge a penny for this bowl of soup cakes. ”

The hook was strange, "Uncle Tong is old and a man, why is he so good to you?"

"Does he have a daughter?" she asked.

Gu Bai shook his head.

"Then why?"

"Because the old man is very bad, he often steals my clothes to dry and sells them quietly, and I caught him last time. ”

Gu Bai's hateful teeth itched.

At the end, he sighed, "Sometimes being too handsome is also a trouble, too much to attract butterflies." ”

"Childe. Hook looked at him.

"How?"

"Since following you, you have been refreshing my perception of the thickness of the skin every day. ”

"Hey, I've only gotten there. ”

Gu Bai glanced at the hook, "You still have the courage to live now, and your face is really thick." ”

The hook felt like his heart was being pricked again.

To compensate herself, she took a pie out of the basket and nibbled on it.

Gu Bai, who was swallowing the soup cake, stopped, looked at the pie, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

This pie is unusual, the mutton is finely chopped, boiled with green onions, soy sauce and salt, and then sandwiched in the pancake and baked.

When it's cooked, the flavor of the noodles and the aroma of the meat become one, not to mention how delicious it is.

Of course, this pie is also expensive.

"No, why do I eat soup cakes and you eat pies?"

Gu Bai now feels that he is the slave and the hook is the master, "Shouldn't the two of us have the same food expenses?"

"That's right. The hook nodded, "So the money from many places in the pie, I paid it myself." ”

"Where did you get the money?"

"I took your ragged clothes and sold them. "The hook blinked, and it was going to be lost anyway.

"You!"

Gu Bai slapped the table and stood up.

"Wow. ”

Hook took out a pie from the basket again and handed it to Gu Bai.

"Well, it's so fragrant. ”

Gu Bai, who had been in the mountain temple for more than a month, had no resistance, so he took it and took a bite.

"If you think about it, it's good to sell some old clothes and improve your life. Gu Bai said, and took another bite.

The hook also ate with relish, and poured himself a glass of plum wine.

A sip of wine, a bite of pie, this alternative combination, surprisingly delicious.

"Oh, yes. The hook wiped his mouth, "I got a message. ”

"What's the news?"

"The shopkeeper of the year has continued. ”

"Oh?" Gu Bai was a little surprised, "When did it happen?"

"In the days when we were copying books in the mountain temple, we married a little lady. ”