"Legend has it that there is a Huaguo Mountain south of the Luojiang River, and there is a fairy stone on the mountain......" When Meng Fei read that Sun Wukong was pressed by the Buddha at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain, he saw the small words "The first volume is finished".

He flipped backwards in disbelief.

It's gone, it's gone!

It's unbearable!

Meng Fei grabbed the book and jumped up and walked out, bumping into Meng Saijiu head-on.

"Grandfather—"

Meng Xijiu's eyes fell on the notebook in Meng Fei's hand, and his sharp eyes saw the words "Mr. Songling" on the cover, and asked his grandson quietly, "Where are you going?" Frizzy."

"My grandson is going to the bookstore."

"Didn't you just come back from the door."

Meng Fei had no choice but to say truthfully: "Today, Mr. Songling's new script is on sale, and my grandson bought one, but I didn't expect it to be gone when I saw the key point. My grandson wants to ask when the second volume of "Journey to the West" will come out."

"Journey to the West?" Meng Xijiu stretched out his hand, "I'll take a look."

Meng Fei handed over the book, Meng Fei stuffed the wine into his sleeve, and said with a straight face: "I don't study hard all day, just read these idle books!"

With that, the old man walked away with his hands in his hands.

Meng Fei: "......"

Again! Where is the grandfather because he reads idle books, obviously he wants to read them!

Thinking about the ring ruler, I don't dare to ask the old man for it, what else can I do, I can only hurry to Qingsong Bookstore to buy another copy. After all, I was in a hurry just now, and such an interesting story needs to be read at least twice.

Meng Fei hurried to the bookstore and met his classmate Wang Dayuan.

"Dayuan, why are you here too?"

Wang Dayuan glanced at the door of the bookstore, and the dense crowd made him dizzy: "I was too curious about what happened to the monkey in the end, who knew that it would be gone!" Thinking that Yun Lang is here, I came to ask."

Before Meng Fei could speak, someone chimed in: "That's right, that's right, how can it be gone, and let people not sleep!"

Meng Fei looked sideways and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Zhang Xu?"

"Meng Fei, have you also finished watching "Journey to the West"?" Zhang Xu stretched out his hand and put his hand on Meng Fei's shoulder.

Compared with Zhang Xu's enthusiasm, Meng Fei was much colder, and only said "um".

Don't think he doesn't know, this kid pulls him out as a shield every time he is taught by his grandfather. Can this be the same, he fell second in the exam because he was impatient to learn those who are not good, and Zhang Xu was first in the exam purely because he was stupid.

"Let's go and ask Miss Kou together, maybe the second manuscript is already available."

"Forget it, there are too many people, it's not cost-effective to squeeze out your shoes." Meng Fei waved his hand, turned around and left, and took Wang Dayuan by the way.

Zhang Xu was anxious to know the mood of the plot later because of this interruption, and he took a look at the crowd and left.

In the afternoon, Kong Rui heard the news of the new book release at Qingsong Bookstore, and took several subordinates to the bookstore to buy 100 copies of "Journey to the West".

Shopkeeper Hu knew that Kong Rui was going to buy a hundred copies of "Painted Skin" before, and they were not surprised by this, but the others didn't know that the people who came to buy the book were suddenly shocked by Kong Rui's heroism.

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

The new book is like a travelogue, and I bring you a copy."

He likes to read travelogues, which is known to those close to him.

He Qingxiao was even more silent.

Jing'an Hou bought a hundred copies, and he took his subordinates......

The men looked puzzled.

Don't adults like it?

A hand reached out and took the book.

"It's been hard today, go and rest."

Waiting for his subordinates to retreat, He Qingxiao glanced at the title of the book that was indeed very similar to a travelogue, and flipped through it.

It was completely dark, the cold wind was like a knife, and a few pedestrians on the street walked briskly with their shoulders hunched. The stone closed the door of the bookstore, the shopkeeper Hu's abacus smoked, and Liu Zhou sat on the chair and had no strength to make an expression.

I'm so tired!

Although tired, he was in a good mood, especially after Shopkeeper Hu calculated how many copies were sold today, there was a burst of cheers in the study hall.

"Everyone has worked hard, go to the West Courtyard to eat pot together." Xin Yu greeted everyone with a smile.

Shopkeeper Hu and Liu Zhou looked at each other, and admiration rose in their eyes.

is worthy of being the owner, the number of sales is so amazing, and it is so light.

The ingredients in the west courtyard have already been packed, and several large copper pots are steaming, and the fragrance is coming from afar.

It was not only the shopkeepers who ate the pot tonight to celebrate, but also the stewards and craftsmen of the printing workshop and the people of the East Courtyard. Shopkeeper Hu, Steward Zhao, and Liu Zhou were at the same table with Xin Yu, and Xiaolian was also pulled by Xin Yu to sit down, and ate the mutton pot lively.

The thinly sliced lamb is cooked in a boiling pot and dipped in the seasoned sauce.

It is undoubtedly a pleasure to eat such a steaming mouthful of mutton on the day of the lunar month.

After eating a few plates of mutton, Captain Yang strode in with a cold air.

"Captain Yang, come and sit here." Liu Zhou beckoned.

With the good business of the bookstore, the number of guards has increased a lot, and when Xin Yu brought dozens of boxes of silver from Shaoqing's Mansion, he was so frightened that the shopkeeper Hu recruited another wave of people.

Now there are no less than 100 guards in Qingsong Bookstore, divided into three teams to patrol day and night, and this Captain Yang is in charge of the escort team.

Captain Yang was in his thirties, tall and burly, and looked thoughtful, and after walking over, he respectfully greeted Xin Yu, "Host."

Xin Yu flashed his head for a moment, and bowed his head quietly: "Captain Yang, sit down and eat the pot."

"Thank you, owner." Captain Yang sat down with a golden knife and buried his head in eating.

The others had food in their stomachs and chatted excitedly about the new book.

"Steward Zhao, didn't you see it in the printing shop, the guests who came to buy new books today are about to break the threshold......" Liu Zhou's eyebrows danced, and he deliberately said that Kong Rui bought a hundred copies.

Steward Zhao was not convinced: "I didn't come to the front and knew that it was selling well, and the "Journey to the West" stored in the warehouse was moved to two boxes. But did that Kong Gongzi really buy a hundred copies?"

"Can this be fake? I don't believe you ask the shopkeeper."

Seeing Steward Zhao coming over, Shopkeeper Hu nodded, and his heart was dripping.

It's annoying, is Kong Gongzi interesting to the owner?

In the midst of laughter, Xin Yu lowered his eyes and picked up a piece of winter melon and put it in a bowl.

Just now, when Captain Yang came over, she saw the picture of him being stabbed.