Jinling City under the plum rain is antique and full of ancient charm.

There is no steel jungle, not a busy traffic, Sun Mo walks leisurely, everywhere you can see are alleys, green-clothed maids, there is a graceful young lady with a veil, and Lianbu gently moved into the fat powder shop.

I can't smell the smell of chicken pot, and there is no ethereal smell of meat skewers, but the shouts of high-rollers beckoning the shopkeeper to serve wine come from time to time.

Sun Mo bit a vegetarian bun, stepped on the slippery bluestone road, and after rubbing shoulders with a vendor selling sugar gourds with a burden, he walked into a bookstore called Yue Lai Xuan.

Because of the rain, there were very few customers in the store, only an old man sat on a wooden chair, reading a book leisurely, and a cup of tea was placed next to him, and the heat had long since disappeared.

The bookstore is very large, full of tall and heavy locust wood bookshelves, and with Sun Mo's tall height, he needs to stand on tiptoe to get to the books on the top of the shelves.

After casually strolling around, Sun Mo fell in love with this bookstore.

The books on the shelves are classified and placed very neatly, just like a phalanx of military parades, Sun Mo saw it when he entered the door, the books here can be borrowed, and only one copper plate is needed every day.

Generally speaking, there will always be some defacement of rented books, but there is no one in this store, which shows that the owner takes good care of the books and solemnly warns those who borrow them.

Sun Mo doesn't like to go out, and his hobby on weekdays is to read novels in addition to playing games, so it feels very cordial to see a bookstore here.

There are many kinds of scripts, miscellaneous residences, and poetry and rhetoric, but Sun Mo is holding a novel in his hand.

"The Legend of Zhuxian in Kyushu", the inscription is Shanye Laosuo, there are more than a dozen sets, and most of the bookshelves are filled, which should be the bestseller of the Tang Kingdom.

Sun Mo flipped through it, the name is domineering, the plot is heavy, it is written about the love and hatred of the sect, and the style of the whole book is also very atmospheric, no wonder it can be placed here.

In Middle-earth Kyushu, printing was still in the stage of movable type printing, so knowledge had not yet been widely spread and popularized, and in this era, there were still a few people who knew how to break words.

"Tsk, I can write at this level. ”

Sun Mo glanced at it a few times and put it back again.

"What's the matter?"

I don't know when, the old man on the wooden chair stood next to him, and when he saw Sun Mo put "The Legend of Zhuxian in Kyushu" back, he couldn't help but ask: "This is a bestseller that has swept Jinling in the past year, and young people love to read it." ”

"Huh!"

Sun Mo avoided talking about it, this old man was obviously a fan of this book, and if he said the wrong thing, he would have a dispute.

The old man carefully tidied up the bookshelf that Sun Mo had turned over, sat back on the chair, and about half an hour later, he saw Sun Mo coming back, holding "The Legend of Zhuxian in Kyushu" in his hand, and couldn't help but be happy.

"Don't you like it?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, the meaning is self-evident, what he said is not good-looking, but the body is very honest, isn't it going to be rented?

"Yes, I don't like it, but I really don't have any books to borrow, so I can only make do with them. ”

Sun Mo looked helpless, the novels of Middle Earth are still in the stage of fairy tales and ghosts, how can such a monotonous theme satisfy Sun Mo's appetite.

Hearing the word 'improvised', the old man's eyes widened, and his beard blew angrily: "Then you write a book, let me see what 'improvisation' is!"

"Have Transformers seen it?"

Sun Mo teased.

The old man looked confused.

"Have you seen Dragon Ball?"

The old man continued to be confused.

"Then I haven't seen Journey to the West?"

Sun Mo's bad taste flinched.

"You're talking nonsense, aren't you? I'm also well-read, why haven't I heard of any of these books you mentioned?"

The old man was depressed and stared at Sun Mo suspiciously, but he didn't expect this kid to be good-eyed, but he was a liar.

"That's because you haven't read enough books. ”

Sun Mo was serious, but he was about to laugh in his stomach, but then he was lost again, hey, he won't see it in the future.

The old man's face darkened, but he, who loved books as much as his life, was stunned and held back his anger, and asked in a low voice: "Where did you read these books?"

"I wrote it myself!"

Sun Mo didn't dare to talk nonsense, as a person from another world, if he hadn't been squeezed by the old man's words, he wouldn't have said these names, because leaking information was likely to cause trouble.

"You ......"

The old man raised his hand angrily and was ready to give Sun Mo a hard time, obviously hooking his interests, but he told himself that he was making it up, which was really hateful.

"Rent a copper plate a day, right?"

Sun Mo took out the money.

"Hmm. ”

The old man nodded, and went through the book rental procedures for Sun Mo, but in his mind, he recalled the three names he said, the Transformers who didn't know what the hell was for the time being, Dragon Ball and Journey to the West, just listening to the names, it was very tasteful, so he couldn't help asking: "I don't know what Journey to the West is about?"

Sun Mo chuckled and shook his head.

"If you have a finished manuscript, I can pay for it!"

The old man has read too many books, so it is too difficult to find a book that meets his heart but has not read it now, which is simply torture for a person who loves books.

"How much does it cost?"

Sun Mo's eyes lit up, the money he spent now was all the savings of the deity, which was not much, and the salary of the trainee teacher was very small, Sun Mo could expect that he would have to live a poor life for a long time in the future.

If you fall in love and have a girlfriend, it will be even more difficult to make ends meet, and it would be too miserable to think about it and not even have the money to go out and eat a big meal to improve your life.

"Two hundred taels of silver!"

The old man made an offer.

Sun Mo shook his head.

"What?

The old man knocked on the table: "One hundred taels of silver, enough for a family of three to live comfortably for a year, boy, don't be too greedy." ”

"If you publish a book, what is the market?"

Sun Moxin said, if I sell you the manuscript of Journey to the West for two hundred taels of silver, I will be a fool.

"Hehe!" the old man smiled contemptuously: "Young man, live a good life, don't dream." ”

Middle Earth and Kyushu were still in the feudal era, the productivity was low, and the printing and papermaking technology were backward, so it was destined to be an extremely luxurious thing to publish books.

Sun Mo turned around and left.

"Okay, meet you. The old man compromised: "I will help you publish 300 books, and if you lose it, you will give you all the money you make." ”

"A thousand!"

Sun Mo opened his mouth widely, some of his colleagues had published reference books, and a thousand copies were placed at that time, which was also a good result.

"Too much, no money, can't do it!"

The old man refused the triptych, not wanting to be blackmailed.

Sun Mo stared at the old man and activated the Divine Insight Technique.

'Zheng Qingfang, three years ago, returned to his hometown and became a rich man, loving books like life, and the divine power realm is sevenfold. ’

'His body functions are severely impaired, he has been attacked by toxins, and he has hidden diseases. ’

Note, the Zheng family style is rigorous, if it falls, you can rest assured to support it, and you don't have to worry about being false. ’

Sun Mo browsed the data that appeared next to the old man, isn't it just a normal retirement of officials, I didn't expect that this old man who opened a bookstore also worked as an official, so he must not be short of money.

Zheng Qingfang could be regarded as having experienced strong winds and waves in the court, but when he was watched by Sun Mo's eyes, he suddenly became uncomfortable, like some ants crawling on his body.

"Alright, five hundred, no more. ”

Zheng Qingfang compromised and looked at Sun Mo by the way.

The light blue robe, cleanly washed, with Sun Mo's handsome face and upright figure, revealed an indifferent and elegant temperament, and when the corners of his mouth were pursed, there seemed to be an imperceptible arc, giving people a feeling of unhappiness.

In Zheng Qingfang's life, he has seen many young people with outstanding temperament, and this kid is quite outstanding among them.

"A thousand copies. ”

Sun Mo bit the hell and didn't let go.

"Yes, but I'd like to admire your wooden knife. ”

Zheng Qingfang's gaze fell on Sun Mo's waist, where the wooden knife of ebony was pinned.

Sun Mo shrugged his shoulders, turned around and left, joking, it was engraved with the Great Qiankun Phaseless Divine Skill, the Saint-level Superb Technique, how could it be shown to you?

But this old man had vicious eyes, and he saw the most valuable thing on his body at a glance.

"Boy, it's useless to say anything, show me the manuscript first, and if it's interesting, I'll print you a thousand copies. ”

Zheng Qingfang shouted, and when Sun Mo's figure disappeared outside the door, he sat back on the wooden chair, but when he read the novel in his hand again, he was already bored, and his mind was full of the names Dragon Ball and Journey to the West.

"What's the story?"

Zheng Qingfang's chest was like a cat scratching again, and his heart was itching.

After Sun Mo bought a few pieces of osmanthus cake, he got on a small boat and toured along the Qinhuai River.

The wooden knife is inserted into the belt at will, and its own value is not expensive, but after it is engraved with the Great Qiankun Phaseless Divine Skill, it is not the same.

Although Sun Mo has memorized this exercise, who knows if there is any hidden content? Moreover, these words are obviously from the hands of a famous calligrapher, and it is a pity to destroy them, and when they are placed in the dormitory, Sun Mo is worried about losing them, so he can only take them with him.

Tang Guo can't help swords, but forbidden bows and crossbows, if you have them, you will inevitably be arrested and quickly take them with iron ropes, and put them in a prison and squat for a few days.

Sun Mo is not used to holding a sword with a sword, and a knife is seven or eight catties at the lightest, which is really troublesome, the weight of this wooden knife is just right, Sun Mo simply brought self-defense.

After putting a stick of incense on the Lingwang Temple, Sun Mo returned to school, and when he passed by a street corner, he saw a thin girl, who was sitting under the eaves to avoid the rain with her hands tightly holding her small burden.

The girl looked like she was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and she looked innocent, but now she was crawling with loss.

"A homeless teenage?"

As a teacher, Sun Mo is very sensitive to this kind of lonely child, because there have been cases of students running away from home in his school.

Sun Mo stared, activating the Divine Insight Technique.

'Lu Zhiruo, fourteen years old, penniless, in a state of severe hunger. ’

Seeing this name full of aroma, Sun Mo secretly praised it.

The eaves were short, and they couldn't cover the plum rain, and the girl's cleanly washed green cloth and linen clothes were wet, but she was still unconscious, huddled there, like an abandoned little milk cat.