The car went further and further away, and the streets of Chang'an City were once again hidden in the night.
This is a small episode. Whoever wants Prince Jieli to die has nothing to do with Bai Song.
But this is also a reflection, and it seems to be telling Bai Song about the cruelty in the court.
Bai Song didn't know how much free time he had left, let alone when he would change from an outsider to an insider.
When I looked at the bright moon above my head, I suddenly realized how luxurious and comfortable the tranquility at this time was.
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In the early morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Bai Song took out a few boxes of moon cakes from the space to satisfy his craving.
Then he started teaching Sangsang how to make it.
The street became lively early in the morning. Bai Song had been in the capital for so long, and this was the first time he heard noises and fighting outside his house.
Qing'er came early and saw that Bai Song was actually hiding at home to teach Sangsang how to make snacks on such an important day. She ridiculed Bai Song again and then forcefully dragged Bai Song to the bank.
Although the performance starts in the evening, there are many tourists during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Even if no visitors have ever come to the bank before, curious people will come in and ask questions from time to time.
The store needs some decoration, and there are not many waiters. One person needs to be guarding the store.
The East Market was bustling with activity early in the morning. It was blocked by cars and horses and could only be entered on foot.
Just as Qing'er said, today the bank has an unprecedented number of guests coming in. The clerks are busy setting up the shop. Bai Song takes over as a receptionist and carefully introduces to the few people what banknotes are, why they save money, and what the name of the bank is. Some financial products with high returns.
The people in the capital were more cautious. Even though Bai Song made eccentric remarks, they mostly understood a thing or two and left after hearing it.
Bai Song talked for a long time, his mouth was dry, and he asked for a glass of water from Mo Zhu.
At this time, a familiar figure arrived.
Yu Qingqing strode into the bank wearing a green shirt and cap. She went to the counter and skillfully pulled out a charcoal pen. Then she looked at Bai Song with wide eyes. She felt it was strange that this person came so early today.
It happened that another guest came outside, and Bai Song hurriedly greeted him.
Yu Qingqing looked at it and knew that it could not affect people's business, so she did not say hello to Bai Song. She took out the small drawing board she usually used from under the coffee table on the window sill, sat in the corner, and continued to stare at the endless drawings. Eggs are in a daze.
Needless to say, Yu Qingqing painted eggs for several days and gradually mastered the skills of using charcoal pens. The eggs on the drawing paper became more and more shaped and gradually took on a look. It's just that no one appreciates her progress, so she becomes more and more unmotivated.
She came here only looking forward to the lantern festival at night. After staying at the bank for a long time, she also had feelings. She was eager to win the applause of the whole house tonight for Mo Bai Qianzhuang's performance.
This is more important than anything else!
The bank was really busy today. Bai Song had just sent away a group of guests. The bookstore next door sent a visiting gift. It was a set of calligraphy treasures from Suzhou, which was extremely precious.
Bai Song didn't know if this was a custom. After receiving a gift from others, he had to return the gift himself.
It happened that after learning that Chen Xirong had entered Beijing, Bai Song didn't even say a few words to anyone seriously. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bai Song brought a box of mooncake gift boxes that he had exchanged from the space and planned to go to the book club next door to return the gift.
Yu Qingqing was absentmindedly drawing. When she saw the gift box in Bai Song's hand, she immediately kicked the charcoal pen into her sleeve, followed her and asked, "What is this?"
"You go and draw yours."
"Oh, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let me take a rest and draw every day. When I close my eyes, I dream about eggs. Tell me, what is in this?"
"moon cake."
"Moon cake?" Yu Qingqing thought about it seriously, feeling as if she had heard this name somewhere before, and suddenly said, "Ah, I have eaten it. It seems to be a tribute from some messenger. It was given to the emperor in the palace, and then the emperor gave it to grandpa. ! It’s delicious. I heard there’s no land outside. Where did you come from?”
"Could it be possible to steal it from the palace? You're the only one with a lot of questions! If you want to eat, go get it from the back. I brought some to the shop."
Yu Qingqing turned around and saw the waiters in the shop each eating a piece of mooncake. They all praised it and said it was delicious, with happiness written all over their faces.
"Oh, why didn't you tell me! Where is it? I want to taste it!"
"Go on!" Mo Zhu inside smiled and threw a piece towards Yu Qingqing.
Yu Qingqing didn't catch it, and the mooncake fell to the ground and scattered.
Fortunately, it was wrapped in a layer of oil paper. Xiao Nizi quickly picked it up, blowing the dust on the surface like a treasure, then carefully opened the oil paper, and licked up all the scattered dough inside bit by bit. Suddenly there were two more little crescents in my smile.
Seeing Yu Qingqing's crooked eyebrows, Bai Song took a breath, swayed, and took two steps back, wondering why this little brat was looking more and more like a sissy!
"It's delicious! It's so delicious! It's even more delicious than what the emperor gave you! Do you still have any? Give me a box and I'll take it back to grandpa to taste."
Bai Song didn't want to give it to her, but this guy moved out his grandfather Yu Shinan, so Bai Song could only agree and said that when you leave, ask Mo Zhu for a box to take with you.
Anyway, Bai Song now has no desires and no urgent goals. There is plenty of spiritual energy in the space, and he doesn't know what to change. On weekdays, he changes some small items such as charcoal pens and moon cakes to add a little spice to life. On the contrary, it is more practical.
Yu Qingqing ate the moon cake delicately in small mouthfuls. She had long forgotten about painting. Pi Dian Pidian followed Bai Song out of the bank without even noticing.
"Why are you here with me?" Bai Song asked, standing at the door of Chen's Book Club, seeing that the follower behind him was really troublesome.
Yu Qingqing pursed her lips and said, "I'm here, let's take a look."
As he said that, Yu Qingqing looked up at the plaque at the door: "Book club? Complete set of Three Kingdoms? What the hell?"
As she muttered, the little girl pushed Bai Song away and walked in first.
This book club is much more lively than the bank.
Chen's Bookstore not only sells the popular Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but also the traditional Four Books and Five Classics, as well as many supernatural novels, including fantasy novels about mountains and seas, and romance novels among them.
As long as it’s a book, whatever it is, regardless of its source, whatever can be sold will be sold. The variety of his books seems to have become the first in the Tang Dynasty.
Today's livelihood depends entirely on the movable type printing technology of the Bai Song Dynasty.
Relying on the old lady of the Chen family's relationship with the Guanjia Bookstore in Jixian County, she used the imperial machinery to print books for her own bookstore, using more advanced printing technology. She also relied on easing the relationship with the Bai Song Dynasty, and established an online relationship with the Bamboo Notes Paper Company, using bamboo printing. Paper printing.
The lower cost of books allowed Chen's Publishing House to spread its influence across the Tang Dynasty. The spread was so fast that it swept across Youzhou in just one month. At the same time that branches were opened in the capital, they were also opened in major cities in Bashu and Jiangnan areas. It is said that Chen's Bookstore already has more than 100 shops.
In the past, Chen Xirong was suppressed by Bai Song, but now the eldest lady of the Chen family is different. She talks about a small business that Bai Song looks down upon, but in fact the scale is many times larger than Bai Song's bank.
It's just that Chen's Publishing House's combination of traditional anthologies and secular vernacular books has caused quite a controversy. Many people believe that sage books should not be placed together with some vulgar books.
But these are just small episodes. In the face of the absolute price and quality advantages, Chen's Bookstore has an endless stream of customers.
Chen's Bookstore is the only one in the capital for the time being. Yu Qingqing is usually at the bank and rarely hangs out. This is the first time she has seen such a bookstore.
There are different kinds of books in the book club. There are only a few customers in the place where books about saints and saints are kept. On the contrary, the place where all kinds of story books and novels are kept is crowded. There are even people squatting in a small corner with a pot of wine and a stack of books on the ground. Douzi, just looked at it.
Yu Qingqing was holding a mooncake in one hand and an unknown storybook in the other, looking like she was blending into the crowd.
But after looking at the book twice, she would raise her head to look for Bai Song. After confirming Bai Song's location, she would show a calm expression and continue to eat moon cakes and read, and so on.
"Mr. Bai, why are you here in person?!"
The clerk from the Chen family who came from Jixian County recognized Bai Song. They had just sent someone to deliver the gift, but they didn't expect Mr. Bai to come in person, which made the clerk a little scared.
With that said, the waiter squeezed in front of Bai Song and led Bai Song to the back hall of the book club.
"The young lady is settling accounts in the back hall and can't get away."
While talking, people have already arrived in the small room in the back hall where goods are stored.
The lighting in the room is not good, even during the day the lamp is still on.
Chen Xirong sat at the small desk in the middle, with the books stacked up covering her face.
The clerk knocked on the door: "Miss, Mr. Bai is here."
"Bai Song?" A pair of slightly sleepy eyes revealed the stacked ledgers. Chen Xirong put down his pen, stood up and walked out. He was a little surprised when he saw Bai Song, "Why did you come here in person?"
Bai Song pointed to the gift box in his hand: "Here, it's rude to not reciprocate when you come back. I'll return the gift to you."
Chen Xirong was stunned for a moment, then covered his mouth and smiled: "Hey, you have become more and more popular since you came to the capital."
While talking, the waiter outside shouted: "Hey, young master, you can't go in inside."
Yu Qingqing stuffed the last bite of mooncake into her mouth and said vaguely: "He and I are together!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Qingqing had already arrived at the back hall with a book in her hands. She only had Bai Song in her eyes. After finding Bai Song, she continued reading.
"Who is this..." Chen Xirong asked tentatively, looking at Bai Song.
Bai Song frowned: "Hey, just pretend he doesn't exist."
"I'm his classmate!" Yu Qingqing said casually.
"Classmate? This...isn't this a little girl?" Chen Xirong saw through Yu Qingqing's nature at a glance.
Yu Qingqing suddenly became nervous, swallowed the mooncake in one gulp, and looked at Bai Song with a blushing face.
Bai Song had zero IQ on this matter. He didn't take Chen Xirong's words seriously at all. Instead, he rolled his eyes at Yu Qingqing, slapped her on the head, and said angrily: "Look, when did you become a little masculine?" Qi? When will you be independent? People treat you like a girl!"
"Ouch! What are you doing!" Yu Qingqing covered her head and complained subconsciously, but she didn't want to continue to struggle with this topic, so she quickly pointed to the moon cake, "This is a moon cake, a tribute, even the emperor can't eat more than a few bites. , I don’t know where he got it from, try it quickly, it’s delicious! Well...can I have another piece?”
