Chen Wang looked at it for a while, turned around and left, and continued to walk around the market.

Walking into a bookstore, I couldn't help but light up when I saw the books on the shelves.

The books sold here are not limited to Confucianism, but also have a hundred sayings.

In addition, there are also some books about ghosts and spirits, celebrities and celebrities, and miscellaneous histories, which are all original novels.

In the era of Zhaoguo, entertainment activities were really scarce. Even if Chen Wang is idle, he often gets bored.

There are a few novels to read, and it's still good.

However, although Cai Hou improved papermaking techniques in the Great Zhao Dynasty, Emperor Zhao also vigorously promoted new paper.

But it always takes time for new things to replace old things, and Cai Hou paper itself has great limitations, such as not being moth-proof.

Therefore, at this time, books were bamboo slips, silk and paper coexisted.

As for the price, it is even more expensive.

It's not just the material that's expensive, it's also the problem of writing.

There was no printing technology in Zhaoguo, and the books were all handwritten, and each one was "unique".

This store is generous, and it doesn't say anything disappointing such as "don't buy it, don't move", let Chen Wang choose it at will, and it has always been pleasant.

Chen Wang first selected a copy of "Zhi Wei", the author is anonymous.

A thick book, a little rough in the hand.

"The guest officer is really a good eye, this "Zhiwei" is made of Cai Hou paper, written in the most standard official script, the handwriting is neat and clean, we have checked it carefully, there are no other words. This version of the story of Zhiwei is also the most popular, as long as one book is consistent two, and several copies have been sold this month. ”

Chen Wang couldn't help but sigh.

Summoning the people of the country to work in the city, the monthly income is basically between 400 yuan and 1,200 yuan, according to the different skills mastered, up and down, but most of them are around 600 yuan.

And this book will be consistent two, that is, 1,200 dollars.

Ordinary people worked hard for two months, without eating or drinking, to buy this book.

Moreover, in Chen Wang's opinion, this book is rough paper, easy to turn over, and easy to be bitten by insects and rats.

You can imagine how expensive reading is.

"Possible price reduction?"

"There's no way to reduce the price. The guest officer can inquire about the books in our store, I dare not say that they are the cheapest, but they are definitely the most affordable. How much is there a shortage of Caihou paper? Look at the writing of this Li, how beautiful it is...... There is not even a single sketch in the whole book. At this price, it's not expensive. You buy it back and watch it, and you are guaranteed not to regret it. ”

Chen Wang weighed it and chose this one. looked at a scholar in a green shirt next to him.

The scholar was holding a copy of "The Story of Ten Continents" in his hand, and he had been reading it since Chen Wang came in.

Chen Wang didn't want to disturb him, but there was only this one copy of "The Story of Ten Continents" in the store. Chen Wang is still quite interested in this novel that introduces foreign objects in the ten continents.

"Does the guest officer want "The Legend of Ten Continents"? This "Tale of the Ten Continents" is slightly more expensive, because there are illustrations in it, and we deliberately asked a good painter to draw it, so it should be consistent with five. Hehe, Ning Shusheng, can you change the book to read? This book of "Tales of Ten Continents" is for this guest officer to see. ”

The second half of the sentence was said to the scholar.

The shopkeeper is good, knowing that this scholar is reading books, not only does not drive away, but also does not speak ill of each other.

Naning Scholar was so fascinated by reading just now that he almost ignored foreign objects, and was suddenly reminded by the store, and looked up and saw Chen Wang standing beside him, with a handsome face, and suddenly turned red.

"Xiao Sheng came out in a hurry this time, he had no intention of buying books, and he didn't bring so much money. Next time, next time, next time, ......"

Scholars are good-looking. Ning Shusheng wanted to say a few decent words, but he was not good at lying, so he stammered for a while. Stretched out his hand to hand "The Story of Ten Continents" to Chen Wang, his eyes lingered, and he was very reluctant.

He hasn't finished reading this book yet.

Moreover, Ning Shu lingered in various bookstores on weekdays, knowing that the sales of this "Tale of Ten Continents" were average, and the bookstores rarely put it on stock.

This time this book is sold, and next time there will be it, I don't know when.

But people are poor and short-sighted. The store allowed him to read the book, which was already very benevolent, and he couldn't ask people to wait for him to finish reading before selling it.

Chen Wang saw through Ning Shusheng's thoughts, smiled faintly, took the "Tale of the Ten Continents", handed it to the store together with the previous "Zhiwei", took out two runs, and settled the account.

"I want both."

The store allowed a poor scholar to read books here, he was a good person, Chen Wang originally planned to negotiate the price again, so he put his mind away.

However, the shopkeeper felt that Chen Wang had spent a lot of money, so he gave him a small stack of Cai Hou paper.

Chen Wang chose two more brushes, as well as inkstones and ink.

Ning Shusheng looked at Chen Wangcai with envious eyes, and pretended to go around the bookstore, although he was almost interested in the books here, he was embarrassed to take them again, so he could only walk out, intending to leave quietly.

"I don't seem to have finished the book yet?"

A figure stopped in front of him, and a gentle voice rang out.

Chen Wang held "Zhi Wei" and the wrapped pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his left hand, and "The Story of Ten Continents" in his right hand.

"You ......"

Ning Shusheng's face turned red, ashamed and annoyed.

He thought that Chen Wang was deliberately trying to humiliate him.

He had just wanted to leave quietly. The mind of the person who reads the book, it is best that everyone does not notice him, but he did not expect that he would be stopped, and in such a direct way, he tore the last layer of his fig leaf.

The shopkeeper watched from the side, and he couldn't bear it, but he opened his mouth and didn't speak.

"Oh, please don't get me wrong. This book was selected to be bought first, but I happened to have no money with me today, so I took the lead.

A gentleman does not take the love of others. Speaking of which, it's not mine. But I love this book too much to let it go. I can only borrow it first, and after reading it, I can return it to Changganli, where I recently rented it. ”

Chen Wang's tone was indifferent, and after speaking, he handed the "Tale of Ten Continents" to Ning Shusheng.

Ning Shusheng was slightly stunned, and subconsciously took it.

He thought that Chen Wang stopped him to humiliate him, but he didn't expect that he was lending him this book, and he also thought that he was loved, obviously taking care of his decency.

When Ning Shusheng reacted, he saw that Chen Wang had already walked away, and only saw a touch of white in the clothes, which flashed into the crowd and was no longer to be found.

Ning Shusheng held the book in both hands, and his eyes were a little red.

"Ning Shusheng, you are lucky, you have met a person who is anxious for justice and righteousness. Books with a consistent value of five are given to strangers who only meet one side, and they can borrow when they say they will borrow. The shopkeeper couldn't help but sigh.

"Ning will live up to this trust, he will not deface the pages, and after reading it, he will return it immediately." Ning Shusheng said resolutely.

……

Chen Wang went to the market again, bought some firewood, rice, oil and salt, passed by the wine shop, made another pot of wine, carried it on his back, and walked in the alley, which was already full of lights.

Mo Dao has nothing to do, and he also has a career of borrowing books and selling wine