There is no road in the mountains. The two of them stepped one foot deep and one foot shallow, stepping on tender grass that was no more than their knees. It was early summer, and the entire land of Qulan was full of greenery. They tightened their tight yellow gourds. , thinking about what happened in the bookstore this morning.
"Store, please calculate how much silver it costs."
The store owner is a slightly stout middle-aged man, not far behind Cao An in height, and he looks quite majestic. Cao An has met a lot of people along the way, and he understands that people with this temperament are mostly people who hang out in the court. He is a member of the public family. In the current world, bookstores have always been controlled by the imperial court. Without some official background, ordinary people cannot have this meal.
"You can take the book with you, no money is required."
Cao An was a little surprised. Even if the reprinting methods of major bookstores are now very sophisticated, it would still cost a lot of money to reprint such a large amount of books. No one would be willing to do a loss-making business.
The man saw what Cao An was thinking and just smiled, "I know you, Cao An, Young Master Cao, but you don't want money, not because of your reputation. For us, the court and the Jianghu are two things that are not closely related. World, no matter how famous you are in the world, it has no effect on me. I just want to do something for this Gulan City."
"To be honest, I am actually a real Gulan person. It's just that when I was young, I used to be incompetent. When I saw the appearance of other people in the village, I was afraid and didn't dare to take the path of martial arts. For so many years, I have been feeling guilty in my heart. , I read your book that day, and the moment you told me your purpose, I decided to do this."
"This kind of thing should have been done by us, but the facts are always so disappointing. In such a big city, there are not many people singing about the sadness and stories behind this success. Instead, a lot of people are watching closely. Those benefits obtained by others risking their lives, the purest group of people in the Zhenwu Sect, are gone, and the current Zhenwu Sect..."
The store owner didn't speak anymore, with a look of sadness on his face. Cao An didn't speak, because he found that what the store owner said was somewhat reasonable. Only the most devout believers would do such a thing, and now, those who are the most devout The believers have been dead since the moment they walked into the blood.
As their faith died, or in other words, as the blood river reappeared, it appeared on this land in another form.
"There's not much I can do. My family and my life are all here, and I can't go far. I hope Young Master Cao can fulfill my wish."
After coming out of the bookstore, Cao An followed the scent and walked towards one of the alleys.
In the old yard, She Chuan was drying the stories in the boxes. The yellowed volumes carried a faint musty smell, mixed with the smell of ink and ink from the books. The stories in this small box were all The guy he eats has been relying on these unique stories handed down over the years to make ends meet.
Although he has long remembered the stories in the book by heart, this does not prevent him from cherishing them.
She Chuan's original ambition was not this. It seems that no parents or elders would hope that their children would want to be a storyteller when they grow up. Even if it is to become a martial artist and travel around the world, such an ambition is much higher than that of a storyteller. , and She Chuan came from a storyteller family, and his father knew the hardships best.
She Chuan was forced to study and study knowledge since he was a child, and worked hard all his life, hoping that he could gain fame and shine. She Chuan also worked hard, but in this world, hard work is not enough, nor does hard work necessarily lead to results. God is unfair. Some people are really not suitable to take this path. After all, they are forced by life to follow the path of their fathers.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door of the courtyard, and She Chuan's heart skipped a beat. It was not that he was worried about someone seeking revenge. He was a storyteller who was barely half a scholar. He had never been involved in any grievances in the world, so naturally he didn't think he would provoke any enemies. The only thing I worry about is that people who have listened to my storytelling will cause trouble for me because of my stories.
After taking a quick look, I saw that the door was locked and bolted from the inside.
Feeling relieved, he straightened his wrinkled robe, walked to the door, and asked aloud, about three feet away from the door, "Who is it?"
"My Excellency, Cao An, I have something to ask sir, so I came to visit you."
Cao An's name was so great that She Chuan behind the door didn't think about the famous Cao An for a while. He just thought it was the same name. He opened the door and saw the man standing in front of his yard. He was gentle and elegant, with a handsome face. With a clean and innocent smile on his face, his whole body seemed to carry a kind of power that came from being close to nature.
It's like being in a beautiful place in the city.
The big yellow gourd behind him was so eye-catching that She Chuan was stunned for a moment when he first saw Cao An.
"Is there something wrong with me?"
Cao An's words brought him back to reality, "No, no, Young Master Cao, please come in quickly."
This is a ready-made story. If you can have a conversation with him and tell a few stories about what he has experienced, then you will have new stories to add to your story bank.
With this idea in mind, Shechuan poured the tea diligently. Words such as "dragon, chapter, phoenix, beauty" kept plastering on Cao An. Even Li Douer beside him was a little dizzy from the praise, and the corners of his mouth kept curling up. He was wearing a shy but unable to restrain his inner ecstatic smile.
Listening to him going on like this, not knowing how long it would take, Cao An could only interrupt him first and tell his purpose.
"Do you have a story ready?"
Cao An nodded, "Yes, sir, let's take a look first."
As he spoke, Cao An took out a volume of the newly printed story from the yellow gourd and put it on the table. She Chuan looked very professional in professional matters. He restrained his enthusiasm, looked solemn, and picked up the story. I read the booklet carefully and found that for the sake of spreading the story, this story is actually not very long.
Furthermore, what Cao An knew was limited, with only a rough clue and outline.
If we really want to dig it out, there should be countless stories to be unearthed for every generation and every time period involved in this magnificent project.
It didn't take long for She Chuan to finish reading the story and put it back on the table as a treasure.
"I am in Shechuan, I am so ashamed. This story is all around us. Every one of us Gulan people knows it, but no one has ever thought of spreading it out so that future generations can know the dedication of these predecessors. Cao Shaoxia, This is not something you begged me for, but I am begging you. She will spread this story. There are many colleagues on She’s side. I hope I can ask you, Mr. Cao, for a few more volumes, and then we will all share them. Leave it to my companions, one person’s power will be limited after all.”
Cao An gently stroked the tea cup, "I am just being entrusted by others. It is you who really do the work."
"This is the duty of every Gulan person, and it is our duty to do so. Shaoxia Cao must never ask for help again. You can rest assured and leave it to us. We will complete this matter without compromise, at least in She In someone’s life, as long as she can still speak and there are still people willing to listen, She will keep speaking.”
Cao An saluted She Chuan. The world didn't seem that bad. Some people were focused on interests, but others were focused on righteousness...
