where to play? Of course I went to the bookstore! Today, he sneaked into the city at the risk of being discovered and severely fined. The first thing he did was to go to the bookstore and see if anyone would let him copy the book! So after Han Chunlin asked where to go, Mo Ziwan replied without thinking, "Go to the bookstore."
Han Chunlin was following Mo Ziwan, and Mo Ziwan always said what he said, but now he turned to look at Mo Ziwan, wondering why she wanted to go to the bookstore? The bookstore is full of books, what’s so fun? So he asked: "What is there to do in the bookstore?"
As long as he said that he was not here to play, Han Chunlin's face would show a disappointed expression, and he had deceived others, so the lie had to continue, so he whispered: "Brother Chunlin, do you want to Make money?"
People, young and old, are really sensitive about making money, so after Mo Ziyuan pretended to be mysterious and talked about making money, Han Chunlin's interest was immediately aroused again, "I want to."
Mo Ziyuan continued: "I think so too, but we are still young. If we go to work, people will definitely not want us, but we can write and read. We can go to the bookstore to find a job copying books. This job is not tiring. , and it’s easy, as long as you can write.”
Although Han Chunlin was interested in making money, he immediately lost interest when he heard that he was going to copy books. "How long will it take to copy a book?"
Mo Ziyuan continued to lie, "But aren't we writing every day now? We have to write anyway, and we can still make money by copying books."
After Mo Ziwan's words, Han Chunlin thought about it and realized that he was indeed writing every day. He felt that what Mo Ziwan said was reasonable and stopped thinking about anything else. He agreed, "Okay." Then he asked: "Then do you know where the bookstore is? Where?"
Mo Ziwan patted her chest and said, "I know." Every time she came to the county, she would carefully memorize the streets in the county and what kind of shops there were on each street. Only by understanding the market can she implement it better. Money Making Plan.
Han Chunlin saw Mo Ziwan nodding and saw sweat on her red face. He hurriedly handed the bamboo tube hanging on her body to Mo Ziwan, "Sister Ziwan, drink some water first, and then we can leave after drinking the water." It's not too late." The bamboo tube was originally carried by Mo Ziwan, but after the two ran out of the village, Han Chunlin took the bamboo tube that Mo Ziwan was carrying and carried it on his body.
Mo Ziyuan took two sips from the bamboo tube and then handed it back to Han Chunlin. "Brother Chunlin, drink it too." It was still filled with chrysanthemum water. After running outside for a while, the two of them had a sip to clear away the heat. Drinking the chrysanthemum water is like nectar.
After the two drank water, Mo Ziwan pulled Han Chunlin forward again. Mo Ziyuan was worried that unnecessary accidents might occur if the two of them walked outside for a long time, so she pulled Han Chunlin along and trotted along. She didn't stop until she reached the bookstore she mentioned - Mo Yun Bookstore.
The two little kids came to the bookstore. In addition to the bookstore manager doing something in front of the counter, there was also a second brother and two customers who came to buy books.
After the two children entered the bookstore, the second brother was talking to the customers, but the shopkeeper looked up at the two of them and ignored them. He just focused on what he was writing, so that no one came forward to greet them. However, Mo Ziwan never thought that anyone would come up to greet her. She walked straight to the bookstore owner, raised her head, and sweetly shouted: "Hello, uncle!"
The shopkeeper of the bookstore is a man in his thirties. The man is wearing a green shirt and long robe. His face looks very elegant and kind. It is obvious from this face that he is a talkative person. Of course, it is not just the person who is looking at him now. She has a kind face, and she knows the shopkeeper somewhat, otherwise she would not have come to this bookstore.
The man in green shirt looked at Mo Ziyuan and Han Chunlin and asked, "Children, do you want to buy books?" After speaking, he looked outside the store. Seeing that no one was outside, he asked again, "Why don't you see your family?" Accompany you?"
Mo Ziwan replied: "We live not far from here, and our family knows that we come to Uncle's Bookstore."
"Then what books do you want to buy?" the man in green shirt asked.
"Uncle, we don't want to buy books. My brother and I came to uncle to ask if he could get help copying books here?" Mo Ziyuan shouted to each uncle, not to mention how affectionate they were.
Listening to Mo Ziwan talking about her uncle, the man in green shirt became more cordial and said to Mo Ziwan as warmly as the wind: "Yes, yes." Then someone else said: "But someone at home wants to copy books?"
Mo Ziyuan stretched out her white and tender little hand and waved: "It's not a family member, it's me." Then she said, "Uncle, I can copy books. I want to find a job copying books to make money. After I earn money, I can treat my grandma."
The man in green shirt couldn't help but smile after hearing this. He knew how to earn money for his grandma's medical treatment at such a young age, so he was very filial! She stretched out her hand and stroked the two prickly heads of Mo Ziwan and said, "Okay, how about you come to uncle to copy the book when you grow up and know how to write?"
Mo Ziwan didn't expect that anyone would believe that she could write once she said it. After all, most children of her size only knew how to play, so she took out the calligraphy she had practiced at Han's house for the first half of the day and handed it to the man in green shirt and said: "Uncle, please look at this. This is the calligraphy I practiced at home for the first half of the day." Later, he promised: "I will definitely write carefully and make no typos. I will ensure that the book I copy will sell well."
The man in green shirt took the paper filled with words handed over by Mo Ziyuan. He had opened a bookstore for so many years and had seen many geniuses, but a three or four-year-old child could write so beautifully. He lowered his head and looked at it. Looking at the little girl standing in front of the counter, I once again confirmed that she was only three or four years old. He had never seen a three- or four-year-old child write such beautiful handwriting. He asked uncertainly: "Did you really write this?"
Before Mo Ziwan could answer, Han Chunlin said, "Sister Wanwan just wrote it in the morning, and we wrote it together." Then he thought of something again, turned to Mo Ziwan and said: "Sister Wanwan, Grandpa Mo gave me a message last night My dad took the money and said he would buy you paper to copy the book."
Mo Ziyuan couldn't believe what she heard. Did her grandfather agree to buy paper for her? So what are you doing now? Mo Ziwan, who didn't know how to express her complicated feelings at the moment, could only say to Han Chunlin, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Han Chunlin said innocently, "You didn't even ask me!" But he scratched his head and said, "I forgot."
The man in green shirt looked at the two children. He knew at a glance that these two children had sneaked out without telling the adults at home. He looked at Mo Ziyuan again, fearing that the little girl was the one who was responsible. For a moment, he felt like teasing two children. The child was thinking, so he said: "Did you sneak out without telling your family? You are too courageous. Don't you know there are many kidnappers on the street? If I meet you, I won't steal all of you." Run and carry him away!" It was half teasing, half warning the two of them that it was dangerous to sneak out like this.
Mo Ziwan didn't know this, so she ran without stopping all the way, observing the people around her. When she ran to the city gate, she picked up the kind-faced woman and went into the city together. She didn't dare to stop too much after entering the city. , and ran straight to the bookstore.
Han Chunlin had never thought about this at all, so after hearing what the man in green shirt said, he was immediately frightened and didn't know how to answer.
After Mo Ziyuan glanced at Han Chunlin quietly, she held his hand and said, "We are very careful on the road, and we came in because we knew you were a nice person, uncle." She had visited the bookstore with Han Shuxian before, and she was also very fond of the owner of this bookstore. I have some impression that he is an elegant and talkative bookstore owner.
The man in green shirt looked at Mo Ziwan and laughed again, "You are so good at talking, little kid." After that, he said, "Come, let uncle see you write with his own eyes."
Mo Ziwan was not polite and agreed immediately, "Okay."
The man in green shirt turned around and spread out a piece of paper on his counter. He was already writing. The pen and ink were ready, so he could just take the pen and write. After laying out the paper, the man picked up Mo Ziyuan and put her on the chair underneath him, saying, "The height of the chair is a little inappropriate, so you just have to make do with it."
Mo Ziyuan stood on the stool and responded: "Well, thank you uncle, and please help me push the chair closer."
The man in green shirt obeyed, pushed the chair towards the counter and asked, "Is it suitable?"
"It's appropriate, thank you uncle."
After Mo Ziwan responded, she picked up her pen and started writing. What she wrote was an article she had recently memorized from college, 'The way of a university lies in being virtuous, being close to the people, and striving for perfection...'
Mo Ziyuan wrote slowly, neither hurriedly nor impatiently. Of course, she didn't write too much. She only wrote the first few sentences silently. After finishing writing, she put the pen aside neatly. After putting it away, she said: "Uncle, I've written it."
The man in green shirt looked at the little baby in front of him who was not even taller than his own waist, and wondered: What kind of family could raise such a smart and perseverant baby? Suddenly I remembered that she said she was copying books to earn money for grandma’s medical treatment! I also have some idea of who they are! But it was only after I had some understanding that I was even more surprised. If such a family was not a heirloom of poems and books, and there was a great Confucian teaching in the family, if it were an ordinary poor family, this child might really be a genius!
No, no, even if there is a great scholar in the family to teach him, this child is still a genius! An absolute genius, otherwise how could he write such beautiful calligraphy at the age of three or four, and he also wrote about college! Just look at it and you will know that you have read a lot!
After marveling, he asked: "Do you know what this means?" His tone couldn't help but soften a lot.
Mo Ziwan knew that she couldn't overdo it, so she shook her head and said, "Uncle Han hasn't taught me this article yet, I just memorized it in advance."
The man in green shirt explained: "What this article says is that the purpose of the university is to promote bright moral character, to make people discard the old and make new ones, and to make people reach the most perfect state. Only when you know the state you should reach can you have a firm ambition..."
After explaining, the man in green shirt asked again: "Do you understand?"
Mo Ziwan was still standing on the chair, bowed to the man in green shirt and said, "I understand, thank you, uncle."
The man in green shirt didn't say much after seeing her explanation, and asked again: "Do you still want to copy the book now?"
Mo Ziyuan nodded and replied: "I want to earn money to treat grandma." But then she looked down at the man in green shirt and said: "But I don't have money. Uncle, can you let me take the book back and copy it first? I will definitely take good care of it." If you’re a book reader, don’t damage the book.”
"Okay! But you have to tell me where you live, otherwise if you don't come to me, I won't be able to come to you." How could he disagree with such a caring child!
This time, Mo Ziyuan made it clear about her family, "Our family lives in Lushuiyuan, which is only three miles away from the county seat. My grandfather's name is Mo Tingyu, and my grandmother teaches Song Nanzhi. My name is Mo Ziwan, and my uncle Han His name is Han Shuxian, and he teaches at Songshan Academy." I said Han Shuxian's name because I wanted him to know that he would definitely be able to find me.
The man in the green shirt announced his home address as he listened to Mo Ziwan's thunderbolt. It was obvious that he was afraid that he would not believe her and would not give her a copy of the book.
The man in green shirt pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Okay." Then he said casually: "We have agreed in advance. If you destroy the book and fail to copy it on time, not only will you not get the money for copying the book, but I will have to come to find you. Pay compensation for the damage to the book.”
Mo Ziyuan nodded, "I know, the damaged things will be compensated according to the price. Uncle, can you trust me this time? When I make money in the future, I will give you the deposit for the book, so that I won't have to in the future." Worried that I might damage the book."
The man in green shirt smiled and said: "Okay, I'll trust you this time." After saying that, he took out a book from the side and handed it to Mo Ziwan and said: "This time I will copy this book first." He handed the book to Mo Ziwan. Mo Ziyuan then took out another stack of paper and said, "This is the paper used for copying books."
"Okay." Mo Ziwan responded, "Thank you, uncle. What's your last name? I've copied it and brought it to the bookstore. What if uncle is not here?"
The man in green shirt replied: "My surname is Xie. If I'm not in the store, just give the book to the store clerk." He pointed to the waiter who came up behind him and said, "That's him."
The waiter was originally talking to the two customers in front of him, but after the shopkeeper talked to the little girl who came in, he and the two talking customers looked at her, and then walked to the counter to look at her. She writes.
"Okay." After Mo Ziyuan responded, she did not forget to say to the man in green shirt: "Thank you for your uncle's kindness, Ziyuan will keep it in mind, and I will repay uncle's kindness in the future." Then she shouted to the waiter behind shopkeeper Xie: "Hello, big brother."
The waiter in the shop was a boy of 16 or 17 years old. After Mo Ziwan called out, he also replied: "Hello, little sister!"
After receiving the job of copying books, the two of them did not dare to delay any longer. They said goodbye to Shopkeeper Xie and rushed to the village. It only took half a quarter of an hour to get back to the village from the county seat. Of course, it was not that they ran faster when they went back, but that Xie, the shopkeeper of the bookstore, sent someone to drive a carriage to take them back. Not only did they send someone to send them back to the village, but they also sent someone to send the matter of Mo Ziyuan and Han Chunlin to the bookstore looking for copied books to Han Shuxian who was still in Songshan Academy.
