Chapter VIII

Syllable!

Wang Shouyi slapped the table and got up.

"That's a good idea. ”

Since everyone went to the West Lake Pagoda to rob the tomb and disappeared, it was natural to go to the pagoda to find it.

Then the results will be clear.

"Or you have an idea. Wang Shouyi sat down again and drank a glass of wine, "It is worthy of writing a book." ”

"Whoever writes books, I'm a copyist, not an author. Gu Bai corrected him.

"That's not bad, at least eat according to your ability, and stand and scoop up the money. Wang Shouyi continued to tout.

Gu Bai shook his head, "As a bookmaid, if you want to earn a full stomach, you have to kneel to earn money." ”

Because I am a bookmaid, I often face readers.

The people who read in this world are either rich or expensive, and the common people have no opportunity and right to read.

Even if it is a businessman's home, it can't invite a gentleman, not because he can't afford it, but because he looks down on him.

Everything is inferior, but reading is high.

This is especially true when studying and becoming an official are also cultivators.

The bookmaid naturally has no status in front of the scholar.

Of course, it was another bookmaid.

As for Gu Bai, he is a salted fish.

It was true that he copied books all day, but it was the books to be sold in the bookstore, or the books he liked.

Especially after his brother passed away and the bookstore was in charge of Gu Bai alone, he rarely went out to find work.

When someone came to ask him to copy a book, he was picky.

Gou Zi saw that there was not much money at home, so he reminded him a few words, but Gu Bai still went his own way.

Gu Bai has his self-confidence.

He copied books quickly, and his handwriting was neat and beautiful, and there were no mistakes.

Some readers appreciate the books he copied very much, and they generally designate Gu Bai when copying books, and they don't care if they pay a little more silver for this.

This is also the confidence of Gu Bai to dare to close the book house for more than a month.

Wang Shouyi touted Gu Bai, but Gu Bai didn't continue, and his temper came up.

"You have culture. ”

"It's just a matter of picking up people's teeth. ”

"You have a servant. ”

"It's too ugly, others don't want it, give it away. ”

At that time, the family had to give him the money upside down.

"You, you..." Wang Shouyi didn't believe that he couldn't find the words that praised Gu Bai, "You... You're so handsome!"

"That's the truth. Gu Bai toasted Wang Shouyi.

Wang Shouyi drank the wine before he felt the taste, and he dared to love this kid so much.

He put the wine glass down, "Then I'll take someone to search under the pagoda with this wine." ”

As soon as he stood up, he was stopped by Gu Bai, "Lao Wang, don't worry, my case here is not closed yet." ”

"You're not in a hurry with this case. ”

Wang Shouyi reassured Gu Bai that they would definitely increase their efforts to investigate.

As for whether the murderer can be caught, we have to wait for news.

"I think this thief will come to my library in the next day or two. Gu Bai pretended to be confident.

As for whether to come or not, God knows, let's talk about it first.

Don't blame Gu Bai for making this decision, although his left hand is powerful, it is nothing to give up a month of life.

The key is that his left hand will kill and leave no room alive.

For this thief, of course Gu Bai wanted to stay alive, so he could only ask Wang Shouyi to make a move.

"Come on, how do you know?" Wang Shouyi looked at him in surprise.

"Because the thief wants it is still with me. ”

In order to let Wang Shouyi help, Gu Bai continued to fool, "This thing is also related to the killing of my Gu family." ”

Wang Shouyi's eyes widened, "What's it?"

Gu Bai shook his head, "I can't say it." ”

"Okay. "Wang Shouyi is not too curious.

He sat down and pointed to the mess behind him, "That's because of that thing, too. ”

Gu Bai nodded.

The Gu family's case was also registered in the county government, Wang Shouyi thought about it for a while, and felt that if it was as Gu Bai said, he couldn't ignore it.

Wang Shouyi then decided that in the evening, he would lead people over to squat.

As for now, he led the messengers and hurried to the West Lake Pagoda.

Gu Bai cleaned up the book house with the hook.

As soon as it was cleaned up, an old customer entered the study room with an oil-paper umbrella.

"I said shopkeeper, why don't you open the door for a month, and you can't do business. ”

After putting down the oil-paper umbrella, the maid shook the raindrops on the umbrella, which sounded blaming, but in fact it was all coquettishness.

"Miss Xiaocui is here, what are you going to copy this time?" Gu Bai raised his head and waved his hand to let the hook pick her up.

It's not that Gu Bai is not sincere in hospitality, but he is afraid of being taken advantage of.

A big man, who is taken advantage of by women thinking about the law all day long, Gu Bai doesn't know where he is reasonable.

"A collection of poems, a total of ten copies, I'll pick it up tomorrow, our young lady is in a hurry. ”

Miss Cui said as she reached into her sleeve and pulled out a few well-bound small books.

"Your young lady is going to hold a poetry party again?" Gu Bai took the booklet.

He was no stranger to the booklet, because it was the booklet that he had copied and bound.

Gu Bai still remembers the scene when Xiaocui girl came to the door for the first time with the poem manuscript in her hand and asked him to copy it into a book.

Let's not talk about the words on the manuscript, but only the poem......

Forget it, let's talk about it.

Gu Bai saw that she had seen a lot of hooks, and thought that she was already the ultimate ugliness, until she saw that stroke.

Since then, Gu Bai felt that although his words were not as good as Wang Xizhi in his previous life, the three Wang Xianzhi were more than enough.

Miss Xiaocui's words are to make Gu Bai float like this.

Perhaps Miss Xiaocuijia also knew that her handwriting was not good, so after the poem was written, she asked a bookmaid to assemble it.

Gu Bai's words are good, and he was taken by Miss Xiaocui's family, and he became an old patron after coming and going.

Of course, at the beginning, it was Xiaocui who took a fancy to Gu Bai, and later his words were taken a fancy to.

"Yes. Xiaocui replied, "This is the last poetry meeting this year." ”

Gu Bai wondered, "Why?"

"My young lady is going to study in the capital. Xiaocui said proudly.

Then, she was a little depressed, which meant that she would also leave Yuhang and never see the shopkeeper Gu in front of her again.

Thinking of this, she glanced at the hook jealously, this little slave was too happy.

"Study, go to the capital?"

Gu Bai was once again saddened by the unfairness that existed in this world.

Just Miss Xiaocui's words, as well as Qianlong's bad poems that have lived for 500 years and can't be missed, can actually go to the capital to study!

It's so unfair.

However, in order to eat with a mouthful of food, Gu Bai could only condemn in his heart and say congratulations.

Gu Bai opened the poetry collection.

"The poems copied into a book this time, my young lady has already hooked it, and you can copy it. ”

Miss Xiaocui specially told Gu Bai, "Remember, don't change the poem indiscriminately." ”

Last time, Gu Bai was asked to copy poems, and Gu Bai actually changed a few words, which made the young lady angry: What kind of poetry does a bookmaid know!

If it weren't for Xiao Cui seeing Gu Bai Changjun and trying her best to say good things for him, it is estimated that their fate would have ended at that time.

Gu Bai nodded, "Don't worry, you will never change." ”

Her young lady obviously doesn't have self-knowledge of her own words for poetry.

At that time, if it weren't for Miss Xiaocui's poems that were really spicy and a little insulting to him, Gu Bai would never change a word.

Miss Xiaocui's poem, if you change a word, you have to let Gu Bai scratch off a lot of hair.

That was when he made a living from the study of opera in his previous life, dabbled in poetry and songs, and was familiar with Tang and Song poems and Yuan songs.

"That's good. Xiaocui was very pleased.