"Legend has it that there is a Huaguo Mountain south of the Luojiang River, and there is a fairy stone on the mountain..." When Meng Fei read that Sun Wukong was pressed by Tathagata Buddha under the Five Elements Mountain, he saw the small words "End of Volume One".
He turned back in disbelief.
No more, it’s gone here!
This is really intolerable!
Meng Fei grabbed the book and jumped up and walked out, bumping into Meng Jijiu head-on.
"grandfather--"
Meng Jijiu's eyes fell on the storybook in Meng Fei's hand. His sharp eyes saw the words "By Mr. Song Ling" on the cover. He asked his grandson calmly: "Where are you going? You're so frizzy."
"My grandson is going to the bookstore."
"Didn't you just go out and come back?"
Meng Fei had no choice but to tell the truth: "Mr. Song Ling's newspeak book was on sale today. My grandson bought one. Unexpectedly, it disappeared when he saw the key points. My grandson wanted to ask when the second volume of "Journey to the West" will be released. come out."
"Journey to the West?" Meng Jijiu stretched out his hand, "Let me take a look."
Meng Fei handed over the book, Meng Jijiu stuffed the wine into his sleeve, and said with a straight face: "I haven't studied hard all day, so I just read these idle books!"
After that, the old man left with his hands in his hands.
Meng Fei: "..."
Come again! Why is my grandfather reading idle books? He obviously wants to read them!
Thinking about the ruler, I dare not ask the old man to get it back. What else can I do, I can only go to Qingsong Bookstore and buy another copy. After all, I just read it in a hurry, so I have to read such an interesting story at least twice more.
Meng Fei hurried to the bookstore and met his classmate Wang Dayuan.
"Da Yuan, why are you here too?"
Wang Dayuan glanced at the door of the bookstore. The dense crowd made him dizzy: "I was so curious about what happened to the monkey at the end. Who knows, it's gone! I thought Yun Lang was here, so I came to ask."
Before Meng Fei could say anything, someone echoed: "That's right, that's right, how can it be gone and not allow people to sleep!"
Meng Fei looked sideways and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Zhang Xu?"
"Meng Fei, have you finished watching "Journey to the West" too?" Zhang Xu put his hand on Meng Fei's shoulder.
Compared to Zhang Xu's warmth, Meng Fei was much colder and only said "hmm".
Don't think he doesn't know, this kid pulls him out as a shield every time his grandfather lectures him. Can this be the same? He fell second in the exam because he was impatient to learn those things, and Zhang Xu fell first in the exam purely because he was stupid.
"Let's go ask Miss Kou together. Maybe we already have the manuscript for the second volume."
"Forget it, there are too many people, it's not worth squeezing out the shoes." Meng Fei waved his hand, turned around and left, and even gave Wang Dayuan a hand.
Zhang Xu's eagerness to know the plot behind him took a break because of this interruption. He glanced at the crowd and left.
In the afternoon, Kong Rui heard the news that Qingsong Bookstore was selling new books, and took several servants to the bookstore to buy a hundred copies of "Journey to the West".
Shopkeeper Hu and others knew that Kong Rui wanted to buy 100 copies of "Painted Skin" before, and were not surprised by this. Others did not know that, and the people who came to buy books were immediately shocked by Kong Rui's heroic act.
[An app that has been running stably for many years, comparable to the old book-chasing tool, used by all old bookworms.
The new book is like a travel diary, so I brought you one. "
Master He likes to read travel notes, as everyone close to him knows.
He Qingxiao became even more silent.
The Marquis of Jing'an buys a hundred copies at a time, and he, with his...
His subordinates looked confused.
Don’t adults like it?
One hand reached out and took the book.
"You've worked hard today, let's go and rest."
After his subordinates retreated, He Qingxiao took a look at the title of the book, which indeed looked like a travel note, and started reading.
It was completely dark, the wind was as cold as a knife, and a few pedestrians walked quickly on the street with their shoulders hunched. Shi Shi closed the door of the bookstore, shopkeeper Hu's abacus was fuming, and Liu Zhou slumped in his chair, no longer able to make any expression.
too tired!
Although he was tired, he was in a good mood, especially after shopkeeper Hu calculated how many copies were sold today, there was a burst of cheers in the library.
"Thank you for your hard work, let's go to the west courtyard and eat pot together." Xin You greeted everyone with a smile.
Shopkeeper Hu and Liu Zhou looked at each other, with admiration rising in their eyes.
As expected of the owner, the number of sales is so astonishing, and yet it is so calm.
In the west courtyard, the ingredients have already been put away, and several large copper pots are steaming, and the aroma can be heard far away.
It's not just shopkeeper Hu who is celebrating by eating pot tonight, but also the stewards and craftsmen of the printing house and the people from the east courtyard. Shopkeeper Hu, Manager Zhao, and Liu Zhou were sitting at the same table as Xin You. Xiao Lian was also pulled by Xin You to sit down, and they started eating mutton pot in a lively manner.
Thinly sliced mutton slices are cooked in a boiling pot, and when dipped in the prepared sauce, it is so delicious.
It is undoubtedly a pleasure to eat such a steaming hot mutton in the twelfth lunar month.
After finishing several plates of mutton, Captain Yang strode in with a cold air.
"Captain Yang, come and sit here." Liu Zhou waved.
As the bookstore's business boomed, the number of guards increased a lot. When Xin You brought dozens of boxes of money from Shaoqing's mansion, shopkeeper Hu was so frightened that he recruited another wave of people.
Nowadays, Qingsong Bookstore has no less than a hundred security guards, divided into three teams to patrol day and night. Captain Yang is in charge of the security team.
Captain Yang was in his thirties, tall and burly, with an upright appearance. He walked over and greeted Xin You respectfully: "My boss."
Xin You flashed his head and nodded calmly: "Captain Yang, sit down and eat the pot."
"Thank you, boss." Captain Yang sat down with his golden sword and buried his head in eating.
Others had food in their stomachs and talked excitedly about new books.
"Manager Zhao, you didn't see it in the book printing house. The customers who came to buy new books today are almost crossing the threshold..." Liu Zhou's eyebrows were full of joy, and he specifically mentioned that Kong Rui bought a hundred copies.
Manager Zhao was unconvinced: "I knew it was selling well even before I came here. Two boxes of "Journey to the West" that were stored in the warehouse were moved over. But did Mr. Kong really buy a hundred copies?"
"How can this be fake? If you don't believe me, just ask the shopkeeper."
Seeing Manager Zhao looking over, Shopkeeper Hu nodded, feeling gurgling in his heart.
It’s so annoying. Is Mr. Kong interested in his employer?
Amidst the laughter, Xin You lowered his eyes and picked up a piece of winter melon and put it into the bowl.
Just now, when Captain Yang came over, she saw the scene where he was stabbed.
