Her eyes, which had not been in good spirits at that time, saw again.

It was dark, and one of them sneakily smashed the door lock and threw the burning wood inside. Almost at the same time, Shopkeeper Hu appeared, with an angry and shocked expression on his face.

The man did not hesitate to lift an object and slammed it into the head of the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper fell down.

As the shopkeeper fell to the ground, the picture ended, and the brightness in front of him returned.

"The owner?"

"The shopkeeper is busy first, I think about something."

Hearing Xin Yu say this, Shopkeeper Hu didn't dare to disturb, and ran to the front to deal with the people who came to sell stories from time to time.

Xin Yu didn't rush to ask Shopkeeper Hu, but wanted to recall that scene carefully to see if he could find useful details.

It was too dark to see what color the door was, only the firewood thrown into the door and the light from the lantern in the hand of the shopkeeper barely illuminated the faces of the two in an instant.

Then the shopkeeper fell to the ground, and the picture disappeared - wait.

Xin Yu closed her eyes again, and the picture appeared.

In addition to the shopkeeper who fell to the ground, there was also a lantern that fell to the ground.

The flickering light allowed her to see the ground clearly.

The dark stone bricks of indistinguishable color have a broken patch at the joint, which resembles a half moon.

Half Moon –

Xin Yuyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he saw the moon in the sky that was almost ignored in the picture.

It was a full moon.

If you think about it again, there is no more valuable information.

Because the time was too short and the light was dim, although she saw the face of the murderer, Xin Yu only felt a little familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was for a while.

This was familiar, and she judged that the perpetrator should be in Qingsong Bookstore.

And the place where the shopkeeper Hu had an accident is probably determined by the broken floor tile.

As for the time, judging by her years of experience, most of the images she saw would have occurred in a short period of time, and the full moon would probably have been one of the three days from the 14th to the 16th of the month.

Sorting out his thoughts, Xin Yu took Xiaolian to the front.

Liu Zhou, a man, was busy greeting the guests who entered the store, and the shopkeeper Hu entered a small room connected to the lobby, which was his usual temporary resting place, which was used to receive people who came to sell stories.

When Xin Yu passed, he heard someone shouting: "Take a good look at the shopkeeper, this story is written by me without rest for a few days and nights, not to mention a shocking work, at most a little worse than Mr. Ping'an's......"

"I've looked at it carefully, and it really doesn't meet our requirements, I'm sorry."

"You just glanced at it a few times, where did you take a closer look?"

"I'm really sorry to let you run for nothing." Shopkeeper Hu said politely, but he didn't mean to relax.

"Hmph, dogs look down on people!" The man snatched the book and walked out angrily, saw Xin Yu's feet stopped, looked at it and asked, "The girl is the new owner of Qingsong Bookstore?" ”

Xin Yu jaw head.

The man stretched out his hand and pointed to the shopkeeper Hu who came out: "The owner, your shopkeeper is not good, I advise you to change people as soon as possible, otherwise the door will be closed sooner or later." ”

Xin Yu smiled: "Thanks for the reminder." Please rest assured, I will definitely not change the shopkeeper. ”

After listening to the first half of the sentence, the man still felt like him, and after listening to the second half of the sentence, he became angry: "I said, a little girl knows how to open a bookstore, it is better to go home and play the piano and embroider." ”

Xin Yu didn't want to argue with irrelevant people, so he smiled and said, "Slow down and don't send it." ”

"You—" The man punched the cotton and walked away with a black face.

Shopkeeper Hu was greatly embarrassed: "The owner, it's not that the villain is picky, it's really the story written by the scholar who doesn't make sense——"

"Let's spend five hundred taels to buy a story, how can we not be picky?"

Xin Yu's tone was flat, but the shopkeeper Hu was moved by her maintenance just now, and then he was worried: "The owner, this kind of down-and-out scholar loves to complain the most, and the villain is worried that he will talk nonsense everywhere and affect those who want to sell stories." ”

"The shopkeeper doesn't have to worry about that. If he preaches everywhere that we are picky, it just makes those who want to hit the luck of writing a random story dispel the idea of fishing in troubled waters, and those who are confident in writing a good story will still come to try. ”

"It's still the owner who thinks clearly." Hu shopkeeper handed over.

"The shopkeeper will accompany me to the printing shop again."

Xin Yu was accompanied by the shopkeeper Hu to the printing workshop and saw the busy craftsmen.

The missing plate of "The Peony Story" is almost engraved, and the printed poetry collection is also bound according to the volume, and it will soon be sold in front of it.

Xin Yu stopped the craftsman from saluting and walked unhurriedly.

Although Shopkeeper Hu didn't know the purpose of Xin Yu, he was not impatient at all.

In the eyes of the old shopkeeper, the new owner is self-motivated, but it is much better than the old owner who just wants to paralyze at home and read the book.

I don't know how long I walked, Xin Yu suddenly stopped, and asked casually: "Shopkeeper, what's in this room?" ”

"This is a stereotypical storeroom, and this storeroom is a collection department."

Xin Yu muttered: "Jibu ......"

Thinking that Xin Yu didn't understand this, Shopkeeper Hu explained: "The people who buy the subset of scriptures and histories are mainly real readers, and if a big bookstore like ours lacks these, it won't be on the table." ”

"I don't think there were many people who came to buy these before."

Shopkeeper Hu smiled bitterly: "There were a lot of people in the door before, and there were not many people to buy anything...... In fact, with a little bit of care, these books have been selling steadily. And the stereotypes of these books are ready-made, and the cost of reprinting is low......"

The malicious competition of the opposite bookstore not only poached Mr. Ping'an, but also pushed down the price of such books, and their baby young owner faced all kinds of means of Yaxin Bookstore, but had no way to deal with it, and surrendered directly.

It's tiring to ask.

"In this way, these stereotypes must be well protected."

"Of course, this kind of book is reprinted every year, and once the stereotype is broken, it is a big loss."

"I see." Xin Yu nodded, walked forward, and where the embroidered shoes were removed, there was a half-moon-shaped defect in the stone brick joint.

Shopkeeper Hu followed closely, thinking that Xin Yu would continue to look at other warehouses, but he didn't expect her to walk towards the busy craftsman.

"Xiaolian, you go to the backyard and bring two watermelons soaked in the well water to quench everyone's thirst." Xin Yu commanded as she walked.

Not long after, Xiaolian came over with a nursing home, and the tall and sturdy nursing home hugged a large watermelon in one hand.

At the signal of Xin Yu, Xiaolian shouted: "Let's take a rest, let's eat watermelon to quench your thirst." ”

As soon as the craftsmen heard this, whether they had work in their hands or not, they all gathered around.

The watermelon soaked in the well water was a little cold and exceptionally sweet, and the craftsmen ate it so hard that they couldn't talk about it, and put all their hearts and minds on the big watermelon.

Xin Yu silently, carefully, his eyes swept over the faces of eating watermelon, and finally stopped on one person's face.

It was a young man in his early twenties, with a rectangular face, on the thin side, and looking a little unenergetic.

Xin Yu pursed the corners of her lips.

Got it.

(End of chapter)