There are a dazzling array of picture albums. These picture albums are very exquisite and of high printing quality. They can even be called works of art.
Mr. Wang actually likes picture albums, but he only likes picture albums that are exquisite and can be called art.
But what the hell is this that Thirty-Two is holding in his hand? The printing quality can be said to be poor, and it has no coloring. It is all black and white, and the picture is completely lacking in grace. At first glance, it is not a masterpiece.
His picture album is as good as a child's graffiti.
Are you selling this too?
Mr. Wang was very angry. Just now he said that he would buy a copy to support it, but now he is so angry that his beard is blowing.
However, he didn't like it, but the villagers next to him did.
"This album is telling a story."
"Yes, every page is continuous and I can understand it at a glance."
A craftsman who had heard the opera in the county said: "There are three characters next to it. I can guess that it is Yang Liulang, right?
Thirty-two smiles: "Yes, Yang Liulang."
The craftsman was overjoyed: "Hahaha, I didn't expect that I would be able to read one day. As soon as I saw this painting, I knew that these three characters were Yang Liulang. I have heard of this scene. This is the story of Yang Liulang in the painting."
The villagers were very happy: "This book is strange."
"This book is interesting."
"Wow!" A handful of copper coins were thrown on the counter. Everyone turned around and saw that the person who threw the money was actually the old village chief of Gaojia Village. He was an old man who made a fortune selling chocolates. He was a standard illiterate man.
A person who has never had anything to do with "books" in his life is now rich and wealthy: "I want to buy a copy, haha, I want to buy it back and read it slowly."
The old village chief took the lead, and a group of old villagers from Gaojia Village dug into their pockets.
That little picture album looked like a toy, and dozens of copies were sold in an instant.
Mr. Wang looked confused. These guys won’t buy serious books. You’re all trying to buy inferior picture albums. Thirty-two walked up to him and patted his shoulder: “Mr. Wang, don’t you want a copy?”
Mr. Wang's head shook like a broken drum: "No, no! I only want beautiful albums, not these messy black and white paintings."
Thirty-Two smiled and said: "Mr. Wang hasn't noticed yet? Those exquisite picture albums have no plots, but the set of 'little people's books' in my hand do have plots. They are always telling stories."
Mr. Wang: "!"
Thirty-two: “For ordinary people, the quality of the picture is not as important as the excitement of the story.”
Mr. Wang suddenly understood something: "Eh heh heh heh? This may... be a way for people who have never read books to learn something."
Seeing that he had understood, Thirty-Two stopped talking, walked around him with a smile, and said loudly: "Don't worry, everyone, this is only the first volume. We will print the second volume in a few days. Three volumes... When the whole set is printed, it will be a complete story of "The Generals of the Yang Family". Those who are patient can wait until all are printed before buying it, and those who are impatient can also follow up. This is called "Each one gets what he needs" ]."
Gaojia Village Chief: "Urge the update! Hurry up."
Gao Sanwa hugged her mother's arm and shook it vigorously: "Mom, I want a set, I want a complete set...
Gao Sanniang: "Buy, buy, buy. My mother has helped the village sew several sets of cotton armor. Our family is not short of money. Buy, buy, buy. Just buy."
Gao Sanwa was overjoyed: "Mom is so good."
When Mr. Bai saw Gao Sanwa asking for it, he quickly turned to Mrs. Bai and said, "Mom, I want that too..."
"Bang!" Madam Bai waved her hand and gave Mr. Bai a big showdown: "How many times have you read the text version of "The Generals of the Yang Family"? Do you still want to see this kind of crappy painting?
Mr. Bai covered his face and said, "I have a third-year high school kid..."
Mrs. Bai squinted: "The third-year-old girl often eats fried meat with bamboo shoots. Do you want to eat it too?"
Mr. Bai pointed at Da Bi Dou's red face: "I used this and his fried pork with bamboo shoots to offset it, but the picture book of "Yang Family General", I have nothing else to offset it."
Mrs. Bai thought about it carefully, and suddenly she was sweating like rain. Oh no, I secretly laughed at Gao Sanniang's rough education method. She always gave her children a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots. I didn't expect that I would use the same method to treat my children. Yes, ah ah, let’s make it up to the child: “Buy!
Buy, buy, I will buy it for you. "
Mr. Bai was overjoyed: "Wow, mother is so kind to me."
At this time, a person in the crowd came over secretly. When he came to Thirty-Two, he lowered his voice and said, "Third Steward, there is a kind of book. I wonder if you can print it?"
Thirty-Two was surprised. He turned around and saw that it was actually a lying rabbit. Since joining the militia, this guy's income has increased, and the clothes he wears have become neat cotton clothes. The rusty sword handed down from his ancestors has also been polished. He also spent some money to hire a prisoner from the labor camp to make a scabbard for him during his free time. Now he looks quite decent.
It's just that the style of his questioning is wrong. It feels wrong to ask in such a secretive way.
Thirty-Two immediately understood what he was talking about and said in a low voice: "What kind of book do you want?
Pa Ditu: "That kind of... you know."
Thirty-two chuckled, with a sound that only men can understand in his voice: "I understand, spring... what... pictures, right?"
Pa Di Rabbit: "Pfft! What nonsense are you talking about? Is this Mr. Rabbit the kind of shameless person?
I don’t want the broken album you mentioned.
Thirty-Two suddenly blushed: "Oh, isn't it? Why don't you explain it earlier? What do you want?"
Pa Ditu whispered: "Do you have any secrets on swordsmanship?"
Thirty-Two said angrily: "Are these two things so shameful? You had to keep a low voice and came to me mysteriously to tell me, causing me to misunderstand what you meant."
Pa Ditu: "I know that the secret book will not be sold publicly, otherwise how can it be called a secret book? It must be sold secretly, so I asked quietly."
There is no reason to talk to this unknown rabbit. Thirty-Two shook his head: "No, no, how could it be possible?
Pa Ditu sighed: "Oh, no? Your bookstore doesn't even have this. Sooner or later it will go bankrupt."
Thirty-two Angry: "Get out! Get out now!"
Pa Ditu: "Hey? Why are you angry? If the business is not successful, benevolence and righteousness are still there."
Thirty-Two Angry: "What kind of benevolence and righteousness can I talk to a guy like you? If I keep saying this, I'll ask Mr. He to come and capture you and make you a braised rabbit head.
Paiditu was startled. He was afraid of only two people in Gaojia Village, one was the Holy Lady and the other was He Jiaoxi. He quickly ran away and disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.
Thirty-Two shook his head dumbfounded: "This guy! What are you thinking about all day long?"
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