The bustling crowds, noisy sounds, dazzling merchandise on both sides of the streets, rows of houses and shops, and independent high-rise buildings have gathered together to form the prosperous scene of Kyoto.
Mo Ziyuan looked at the scenes in front of her and thought to herself: The center of a country is different. It really gathers all the wealth and wealth in one place.
Just looking at the flow of people coming and going is unmatched by Cangxi County. What's more, there are many rich or powerful people in the crowd wearing rich and colorful clothes. Even the servants who serve behind them are dressed in... not bad.
People are different, and things are also different!
The corners of Mo Ziwan's lips raised, and she reached out to touch the small bag she was carrying. She would take a good look at it later to see what the products sold in Kyoto were like.
But unfortunately, my wallet is far from enough to buy it for myself.
The street was crowded with people, and Han Shuxian wanted to hold Mo Ziwan in his arms, but she said she had to walk by herself to see the things sold on the street.
Han Shuxian, who never rejected any of her ideas and requests, naturally obeyed him. He took her little hand and protected him by his side. Seeing her looking at this and that, he said, "Let your godfather tell you what you want to buy." , Godfather will buy it for you!"
Mo Ziyuan looked up at Han Shuxian, patted the small bag on her body, "I have money, grandma gave me money."
"Oh? How much did your grandma give you? Let me see how much it is and whether it is enough."
"Five taels of silver."
After hearing this, Han Shuxian pursed his lips and said, "If you save money, you can buy some things. If you don't have enough, my godfather will buy it for you." Then he asked, "Tell me first, what do you want to buy?"
Compared with only giving her one tael at the beginning, I gave her five taels in the end, which was indeed not a small amount. For a peasant family, five taels of silver was definitely a lot, enough to cover the family's expenses for two to three months.
If she knew that five taels of silver for her granddaughter was not enough, Song Nanzhi might not have wanted her to come to Beijing with her, but she came out with ten taels of silver in one go.
Mo Ziyuan gave him fifty taels, and Murong Qingyuan also gave him fifty taels. Just thinking that these ten taels of silver were taken out by the two children to play with, she was very reluctant to part with them.
But the family money was earned by the granddaughter in various ways, as well as the money from Qingyuan digging and selling medicine. They should use it, and they were reluctant to let the two children go out and watch everything they saw. Although they were reluctant to give it up, they still gave it to each. Five taels.
After Han Shuxian's words, Mo Ziwan replied: "I don't know, I will buy it when I see something I like."
He said he would buy what he liked when he saw it, but when he thought about the money in the bag, he only had five taels of silver!
In the eyes of the poor, it is a lot. If you save a little, it can cover a few months of expenses, but in the eyes of the rich, it is probably not enough for a plate of food.
Mo Ziyuan has never thought of herself as poor. Although she has been here for four years, her life has been really poor in these four years. She was so poor that she couldn't even take advantage of the thieves.
At that time, I was just too young and was unable to do many things, but now I am working hard to improve.
In this life, she never thought about becoming a very rich person. Just like in her previous life, she just wanted to buy something without having to search for it, or she had to save money for a long time before she could buy it.
Now, I have tried my best to earn money, but unfortunately my small body not only restricts earning money, but also restricts spending money.
After shopping around for a long time, Mo Ziwan, who had a shabby wallet, completely lost the fun of shopping. Especially after spending all the five taels of silver in her hand, she felt that there was nothing interesting in the capital.
"Daddy, I want to go to the biggest bookstore?" Mo Ziwan, who felt that there was nothing interesting, thought of going to the bookstore to see what kind of books were in the bookstore. She mainly wanted to see if there were any children's books. After all, she was now What is written.
"What are you going to a bookstore for?" When Han Chunlin heard that he was going to a bookstore, his first reaction was that he didn't want to go. When he went to the bookstore, he just read and bought books. There were already a lot of books at home. If he bought more, wouldn't he have something new to learn?
"Just going to take a look." Mo Ziwan said.
Of course, Han Chunlin's unwillingness to go did not affect his father's decision. "Okay." He then picked up Mo Ziwan and walked to the bookstore.
Zongheng Bookstore.
Looking at the plaque hanging high above the head, it is worthy of being the largest bookstore in the dynasty.
Looking at these four vigorous and powerful words above the head, they already show majestic momentum.
Looking at the layout, unlike most rows of shops, the bookstore is a single-family house. Looking up, the land in front of it alone is probably more than ten feet wide.
The front shop is so wide, and the backyard should be even bigger. What's more, the bookstore is four stories high. It is really the first bookstore in the Dafeng Dynasty.
Is such a big bookstore not only selling books?
"Daddy, are the four floors selling books?"
Han Shuxian shook his head, "Only the first and second floors are bookstores. The third, fourth and back rooms are used for printing offices."
Sure enough, as I had guessed, due to the inconvenience of printing and the fact that readers focused on the Four Books and Five Classics, other books would not sell as well as the Four Books and Five Classics and books that were useful for scientific examinations.
Less important than the Four Books and Five Classics are probably the books related to Huaben. As for the books related to various industries, they are very few and incomplete. Many industries have no books at all, and they have been dictated by the masters for a long time. In this way, with not much variety, it should be impossible to fill the four-story house in front of you.
Entering the store, the enthusiastic waiter immediately came to greet him, "What book do you want to read?"
Han Shuxian looked at Mo Ziwan, "What book do you want to read?"
Mo Ziwan raised her smile and said, "I want to take a look first before making sure."
"My little sister can read at such a young age? This is amazing." The waiter in the store was a little surprised that the little girl in front of him, who only reached his waist, was buying books.
"Thank you for the compliment, big brother. It was my father who taught me how to read." I will never forget Han Shuxian.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the corners of Han Shuxian's lips curled up again, and he was very impressed by his goddaughter's words.
I walked around briefly and got a general idea of what types of books the bookstores had. I bought a few books along the way, two books about enlightenment education, a book about medicinal materials, and two travel books.
I wanted to buy another book about farming, but when I asked, I found that not only were there no books on farming, but there were also no books on building construction, equipment manufacturing, and other industries.
I do have the storybook, and I want to buy it, but I can’t. It’s a pity, it’s a pity.
"Thank you godfather."
The book money was naturally given by Han Shuxian.
After leaving the bookstore, Mo Ziwan lay on Han Shuxian's shoulder, "Godfather, I think Uncle Xie's bookstore should try to print more books of different types if it wants to surpass Zongheng Bookstore."
Mo Ziwan asked the waiter what she wanted, but he always listened, "The idea is good, but printing it doesn't necessarily mean it will sell."
"Even if we can't sell it, we still have to let people know that we have books that are available elsewhere, and we still have books that are not available elsewhere."
Only when the books are complete can it be called the first bookstore.
"Okay, I'll let Uncle Xie talk to you about this when I get back." Han Shuxian didn't expect that she could figure out some problems just by visiting the bookstore. This idea is okay.
After getting out of the game, they went to a nearby restaurant to eat. After the meal, they walked around for about an hour and a half before heading back to "Diners."
On the way back, an old man with a big frame hanging on his chest came towards me. The old man was about sixty years old. There is also a dustpan with the same size mouth on the frame hanging on the chest. There are several lifelike small animals placed in the dustpan. There is also one in the hand covered with mud, and he uses it hoarsely as he walks. The voice shouted: "Clay figurine, now kneaded clay figurine!"
"Kids, do you want to see the clay figures?"
Mo Ziwan raised her head and looked at the uncle who was approaching her. She saw that the uncle's face was full of weather and his steps were still a little staggering. He should have been enjoying his old age but he was still running for a living.
I don’t think my mother’s heart is overflowing, but when I see it, I still can’t help but sigh.
"Dad, I want it." Han Chunlin couldn't move his eyes away after the old man approached.
After looking at the clay figures on the basket, he said, "I want all of them, how much do you think they cost in total?"
Han Shuxian planned to buy one for everyone. Anyway, a few clay figurines were not worth much.
The old man didn't expect that they were all sold out at once, and then he happily calculated the account, "Originally, they were sold for three cents each. If the customer bought more, I will give you two cents each. There are twelve here, a total of twenty-four Money."
Han Shuxian counted twenty-four coins to the old man and then said to the three of them: "You each choose one, and the rest go back to Lulu and play with the others."
Just when Han Shuxian gave the money to the old man, he saw a woman in brocade clothes coming up with a young master in her arms, "How much does this clay figurine cost?"
The old man replied: "Three cents each, but they are sold out today."
"Isn't there another one?" the woman said, pointing to the clay figurine placed on the basket on the old man's chest.
"This customer bought everything."
The woman next to the woman immediately looked at Han Shuxian, "Can this master give one to my young master?"
Han Shuxian said, "Just pick one."
The mother-in-law bowed her waist and said, "Thank you very much." Then she took out three coins and handed it to Han Shuxian.
"No, just think of the few cents as a gift from me to the young master."
The mother-in-law thanked her again, "Thank you very much."
"Sister Wanwan, please quickly choose one." Han Chunlin shouted after the mother-in-law took away a clay figurine.
But Mo Ziyuan didn't respond, she just stared blankly at the woman in front of her.
"Wanwan." Seeing that Mo Ziwan didn't respond, Han Shuxian shouted again.
When Mo Ziwan turned to look at Han Shuxian, her eyes were still filled with disbelief.
"What's wrong?" She picked up Mo Ziyuan and asked.
Mo Ziwan lay on Han Shuxian's shoulder, her anger finally turned into one sentence: "I like the little rabbit, I don't want to give it to him!"
What the mother-in-law just took away was a little clay figurine rabbit.
If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Han Shuxian would never have believed that his goddaughter, who had always been very generous, would actually fight for a small clay figurine. He looked at the woman in brocade with a little embarrassment and said, "Ma'am, please get another one. "
