Mr. Ping An endured the embarrassment and said, "I'm looking for your shopkeeper."
Liu Zhou's expression was subtle, but he did not refuse: "Then come in."
As the boy turned sideways, Mr. Ping An walked in.
He unconsciously looked around. The layout of the study hall was still the same as in his memory. Only the details were more elegant. Other than that, the books had changed. When he switched to Yaxin Bookstore, Qingsong Bookstore was already going downhill. Although the bookshelves were also filled with books, they were not as full as before. Even the corners were full. If you look closely, they were all "Painted Skin".
Liu Zhou noticed Mr. Ping An's absence and looked proud.
Who would have thought that the bookstore’s business would be so good! Nowadays, not only the lower part of "Painted Skin" is in short supply, but there are also many new customers coming to buy the upper part, and the book printing shop behind is non-stop from morning to night.
According to the shopkeeper, this was because the story of the female guest had spread, attracting many people who had never read the story in the story to be curious and buy it. And there are many more of these people than those who like to read storybooks. Nowadays, the popular trend in Beijing is to talk about "Painted Skin" from top to bottom.
In fact, the shopkeeper didn’t need to tell him, he could tell right away when he bought the bookstore from the owner, their owner was the golden touch!
"Shitou, go ask the shopkeeper and tell him that Mr. Ping An is here."
Shitou responded and went to the west courtyard.
Not long after, shopkeeper Hu walked in, glanced at Mr. Ping An, and smiled: "Mr. Ping An, why are you here early in the morning?"
Mr. Ping An's departure was not very pleasant at first. In the opinion of shopkeeper Hu, it was a stab in Qingsong Bookstore, which was still fatal.
Mr. Ping An cupped his hands and said, "Shopkeeper, I would like to meet Mr. Songling."
He wanted to see what the person who caused his complete defeat was like.
Shopkeeper Hu was stunned.
He thought that Mr. Ping An was kicked out by the other side and wanted to go back. It turned out that he wanted to see Mr. Songling.
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Songling is not in our bookstore."
"Can the shopkeeper tell me where Mr. Songling lives?"
Shopkeeper Hu said goodbye and said he didn't know. Even if he knew, he couldn't tell you. Otherwise, what if he went to find Mr. Songling and cause trouble?
"I don't know where Mr. Songling lives."
There was anger in Mr. Ping An's eyes: "I just want to see Mr. Songling, why should the shopkeeper try to evade it in every possible way!"
Shopkeeper Hu was also annoyed and said calmly: "I don't know anything about Mr. Songling's situation. If you have nothing else to do, please don't waste your time here."
"you!"
Liu Zhou spread his hands and said, "Sir, please."
Mr. Ping An's face turned the color of pig liver, he glared at the two of them fiercely, and walked away.
"Tch, who is that?" Liu Zhou rolled his eyes at the empty door.
"I'm going to sweep the door." Shitou ran out with the broom.
For Shitou, the gloomy days of Qingsong Bookstore were also his gloomy days. Fortunately, the shopkeeper was kind-hearted and later found a new owner. Anyone who has anything to do with the bookstore opposite is a bad person!
When Xin You came from behind, shopkeeper Hu told Mr. Ping An's visit.
"The shopkeeper did the right thing. Mr. Songling said from the beginning that he didn't want people to know his identity. Now that Mr. Songling is famous, more and more people will want to know about him. We are here You must pay attention to this.”
"Don't worry, my boss, no one will ever hear a word about Mr. Songling from our bookstore."
After all, you really don’t know anything.
As more and more customers came to buy books, Mr. Ping An's visit was quickly forgotten by everyone. Xin You was busy for a while and returned to the east courtyard. Not long after, the disciples reported that the third girl from Shaoqing's residence was here.
Xin You ordered Xiaolian to invite Duan Yunling in.
"Cousin Qing, I couldn't squeeze into the bookstore, so I came directly here."
Xiaolian brought tea and snacks.
"Cousin Ling, drink tea."
Duan Yunling picked up the chrysanthemum tea and explained his purpose: "Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival. Grandma is taking us to go on an autumn trip. I asked my cousin to go home and prepare."
"Taking autumn?" Xinyou has been so busy these days that she has forgotten that the Double Ninth Festival is here.
"Yes, my grandmother was not feeling well during the Double Ninth Festival last year, so only a few of us went. Grandma said that this year, everyone who is okay will go together."
Xin You had no interest in going out in autumn with the people from Shaoqing's residence, but if there was a custom in the capital of spending the autumn with the family during the Double Ninth Festival, it might be worth a visit.
"Did grandma say where to go for an autumn outing?"
"It's the Bailu Mountain we went to last year."
Xin You sighed: "I don't even remember what happened last year."
Duan Yunling then remembered his cousin's amnesia and smiled sheepishly: "It's just climbing high and looking into the distance, eating chrysanthemum cakes, drinking chrysanthemum wine, and giving dogwood to each other. It's really interesting. Cousin, let's go."
Seeing the bookstore's business booming with her own eyes, she was really afraid that her cousin would refuse.
Duan Yunling didn't want to get close to Duan Yunhua. There was a big age difference between him and Duan Yunyan, so he really wanted to have Xin You as his companion.
"Which family usually goes to Bailu Mountain?" Xin You asked boldly, relying on her "amnesia".
"Mainly it is the home of hundreds of noble officials."
Xin You nodded: "Cousin Ling, please go back first. I'll go over after I finish my business at the bookstore."
Duan Yunling successfully invited people and left happily.
"Xiao Lian, don't be busy cleaning up now." Xin You waved her hand, "Last year during the Double Ninth Festival, Miss Kou and several girls from the Shaoqing Mansion went to Bailu Mountain?"
"Well, the girl had just finished her filial piety at that time, and it was her first official trip out."
"That day Mr. Dai came to the bookstore to forcefully buy "Painted Skin". Did he go too?"
Xiaolian tried her best to recall and shook her head: "My servant has no memory. There were too many people going to Bailu Mountain. The girl was not used to not going out for a long time and did not go to the lively places. But I heard that the eldest princess Zhaoyang went, Many mistresses took the juniors to pay their respects to the eldest princess."
When Xin You heard about Princess Zhaoyang, her heart moved.
My mother once mentioned that she also has an aunt, and they have a very good relationship. Could Princess Zhaoyang be the aunt her mother mentioned?
At this time, Xinyou also planned to visit Gu Changbo Mansion.
In Shaoqing's house, after hearing Duan Yunling's reply, the old lady smiled and said to the second wife, Mrs. Zhu, "I didn't expect Qingqing to be so capable and actually run a bookstore in a prosperous way."
The old lady had heard a lot about Qingsong Bookstore recently, so she took a look at it from a distance when she went out, and found that people buying books were lined up from the store to the street.
With business so good, it is no exaggeration to say that we are making money every day.
Zhu smiled and responded: "Yes."
"You are taking care of the house now, and wait for Qingqing to come back and give her a good make-up, so that the girl will not damage her body by being too busy." Speaking of this, the old lady smiled meaningfully, "Qingqing is a thoughtful person, and you are the right aunt. If she is good, she will remember it in her heart.”
"Don't worry, old lady, it's the daughter-in-law's duty to take good care of Qingqing." Mrs. Zhu responded, sneering in her heart.
The old lady still wanted to keep the golden Buddha of her cousin at home, but how could she be willing to return to the cage if she didn't see how the sky was high and the birds could fly.
(End of chapter)
