Last night, except for Heng Gong and Tingque, who were holding corpses in the medical hall, everyone else felt helpless about the little junior brother's babbling behavior.

He was still chattering when he got up in the morning to pick up the burden, and the other senior brothers had calluses in their ears.

And you can't do anything to him.

Little junior brother.

Everybody's going to let it go on weekdays.

"Senior brother, can you help me carry the burden and let me go to the bookstore to buy the whole book." The little junior brother has a kind of helplessness that he has not finished reading the obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he can't settle down to work.

No, the business man on East Street came out of his house to open a stall on the extension line of South Street, so he thought about going to the bookstore to buy a full set. The senior brother spat twice into the palm of his hand, held the hoe and began to dig the ground.

Li didn't want to pay attention to him.

The little junior brother grinded several people, and in the end the senior brother reluctantly agreed, and someone helped to take the class, but there is one thing that the senior brother must remind him as an experienced child: "How can you buy it if you don't have money, and even if you pass, you have to use illusion to disguise yourself, if someone finds you, you will be miserable." ”

"Asking for money?" The little junior brother has never gone down the mountain, and he has no money on him.

"Don't give you the money, don't go."

The little junior brother who immediately pouted took the flat shoulder from the senior brother's hand in disgust, and the whole person seemed to be taken out of color, becoming a gray afterimage, and wandering on the street as if he had lost his soul.

The old lady who passed by occasionally couldn't help but come over on crutches and ask him what had happened: "Young man, what happened." ”

"Old lady, I want to buy books but I don't have the money." The little junior brother is simple, and he doesn't feel that telling an old man who only has a few faces to tell him about his predicament, but fortunately, the old lady is also a kind-hearted person.

Hearing the young man say that he had no money to buy books, he laughed and said to him, "What books do you want to buy, how many books do you want to buy?" ”

"I just want to buy a book." The little junior brother stretched out a finger.

"It's not a big deal, I'll give you a piece of broken silver, you go buy a book, and buy some delicious food for the rest to your senior brother and them."

The little junior brother who took a small piece of silver from the old lady's hand, like holding a chicken all the time, happily rushed to the direction of the bookstore, he walked for a while and changed his appearance, becoming a middle-aged scholar, and the little junior brother happily walked into the bookstore.

Today, there are a lot of people, pulling a lot of carts and waiting at the door, and the person dressed as a merchant is looking through the books in the box: "Your paper is a little whiter than before, and it feels tough." ”

"The master has changed his method, and the book will be much more resistant to translation than before." A shy man's voice was small.

"I want to pay half of the money, and when it's sold, I'll come back to settle the bill."

"No, our owner said that we should pay at least eighty percent of the money, otherwise we won't sell it."

"Eighty percent, and the Cishan faction is only sixty percent."

The shy man's eyes didn't dare to look at Shang Jia, but his mouth was as tight as a river mussel: "It must be eighty percent, you also know that we have no money from the Cishan faction, we can only live tightly, and the money for repairing the canal has not been returned, and you have fifty families from the Cishan faction to raise, if we don't hurry up, we will drink the northwest wind." "People don't look very good, but their minds are sharp.

The bookseller hesitated for a while before agreeing to give seventy percent of the money first, and the porter lifted the wooden cart and left the bookstore one by one.

He finally squeezed in: "Boss, I want a set of Ruan's heroine's biography." ”

"No, I didn't print much before, I haven't printed it yet, and now the workshop is not available." The shy man replied.

The little junior brother glanced at the bookcase in disbelief, he didn't believe that the bookstore didn't have it: "You sold so many books just now, why didn't you." "I must think that I only buy one copy, and I don't make more money than a businessman pulling a car.

Hmph, I didn't expect the person with facial paralysis to think so much: "I want the legend of the Ruan family's heroine, you have to give me the whole set." The little junior brother had a tiger face, and his hand slammed on the counter: "You open the door to do business, how can you drive away guests." ”

"Guest, it's not that I don't do business, it's really not printed, you see, the book I just pulled away must have someone to print and bind, there are so many people in our workshop, your book is really not read, and there are not many people in the town who can read and write, even if it is in the vernacular, I would rather go to listen to the storyteller."

"You lie to people, don't you set up a school to teach people to read and write, how can it be that there are many people in the teahouse who listen, and your books can't be printed, you don't want to lie to me." The little junior brother felt that he was very shrewd, and ordinary mortal words could not deceive him.

Xiao Zhang didn't expect that Jun Gongzi's marriage would never return, leaving him alone to deal with many things, and the middle-aged scholar in front of him was as difficult to deal with as the scholar in the side courtyard.

He sighed silently in his heart, and was warned by the bookmaker who had just come not to rub it off, there was still a way to go out of the city after loading, Xiao Zhang could only embarrass himself: "Otherwise, you go to the workshop and ask, is there anything in the warehouse that has not been released, I really don't have it here." ”

"Where's the workshop?"

"At the end of the street, I'll write you a note and go over, and you can ask people to find it directly, and that set of books will only cost eight cents." Xiao Zhang stood at the door, pointed in the direction of the end of the street, and told the guests to look at the place where the carriage stopped: "You see the white horse, the place where the white horse stops is the workshop." ”

When he finally found a set in the warehouse, the master of the workshop said that he couldn't find any money, so he went to the bookstore to settle the bill and get the note.

The little junior brother immediately stretched his face: "How can you have no money here, are you fooling me?" ”

The master didn't care if he asked him to go to the bookstore to give money, the little junior brother could only turn back, on the way he was angry, buried in walking, but also absent-minded, and actually collided with a girl, the girl fell to the ground in pain, his heart was tight, and immediately went over to help people, the girl was wearing a cloth dress and hairpin skirt, long hair to the waist, she turned her face slowly, so that the little junior brother who stretched out his hand paused in mid-air.

It's beautiful!

The girl who was knocked to the ground was so beautiful.

Hibiscus is like a face, and her eyebrows are spring.

He was untouched, and his heart was like a drum, and the little junior brother who swallowed his saliva was stunned: "Girl, I'm sorry, I'll help you up." ”

"Men and women don't kiss, son, stand up a little and let me get up by myself." The girl Shi Shiran brushed up the long hair hanging in front of her, she stood up by herself, and gently stroked the dust on the hem of her skirt: "Childe, your money has fallen." Her slender fingers pointed to a broken piece of silver the size of a fingernail on the ground.

The little junior brother who was reminded suddenly came to his senses, and he still had to buy books: "I'm sorry, I still have something." After that, he couldn't help but glance at the woman who looked like a cold plum in the cold mountain again, picked up the money and rushed to the bookstore.

After getting the legend of Ruan's chivalrous woman, the little junior brother still saw the woman's appearance in front of his eyes, he walked slowly towards the East Street, and when he regretted not asking the girl's name, he accidentally saw the talented woman in the shop with the embroidery house sign.

However, she changed into a pale blue dress and was talking to a woman.

The young man who had the idea of regaining his heart strode into the embroidery room, and he suddenly appeared in front of the girl, startling the other party: "Girl, I was the one just now, I didn't expect you to be here." ”

Wutong was discussing with the master how to embroider the butterfly's wings to have seven colors, and a man rushed to him, and the woman who was so frightened that she grabbed the master's hand: "Who are you!" ”

"Girl, why don't you remember me, just now at the door of the bookstore, I bumped into you, and I came to apologize." The man said.

"Deng's apprentice, when you see that my apprentice is beautiful, come over and talk nonsense, get out, hurry up and get out of me!" Wutong's master, Tie Da Niang, was very strong, and directly grabbed the man's collar and removed him: "If you make trouble again, I will let the owner break your leg!" ”

"Get out of here!"

The little junior brother held the book and returned to Dongjie disappointed, he didn't know why the attitude of the girl just now was different, obviously he was very gentle before, but in a blink of an eye, he was as cold as ice.

He walked into the corner and changed back to his old self.