Chapter 26: Wang Xie Tang Qian Yan

　　 Jinling City under plum rain is antique and full of ancient charm.
　　 There is no steel jungle, no traffic, Sun Mo strolls leisurely in the courtyard, everywhere is the lanes and alleys, the green-clad maidservants, the graceful lady with the veil, Lianbu gently moved into the powder shop.
　　 I can't smell the chicken stew, and there is no fragrant meat skewers, but the hawker greets the shop's Xiaoer to serve wine from time to time.
　　 Sun Mo bit a plain steamed bun, stepped on the slippery bluestone road, and passed a hawker carrying a burden to sell candied haws, and walked into a bookstore called Yue Laixuan.
　　 Because of the rain, there are very few customers in the store. Only one old man is sitting on a wooden chair, reading a book leisurely, and there is a cup of tea next to him.
　　 The bookstore is very large, full of tall and heavy locust wood bookshelves. At Sun Mo's tall and straight height, you need to stand on your toes to reach the top level of the bookshelf.
　　Wandering around, Sun Mo fell in love with this bookstore.
　　 The books on the bookshelves are divided into categories and arranged very neatly, like a square in a military parade. Sun Mo saw it when he walked in. The books here can be borrowed, and only one copper plate is needed every day.
　　 Generally speaking, there are always some stains on the books that have been rented, but there are none in this store. This shows that the owner takes good care of the books and solemnly warned the borrowers.
　　Sun Mo doesn't like to go out. Apart from playing games, his hobby is reading novels, so I am very kind to see a bookstore here.
　　 What kind of textbooks, mixed living, and poetry and poetry, there are many types, but what Sun Mo started with was a novel.
　　 "The Legend of Zhu Xian in Kyushu", signed by the old man in the mountains, there are more than a dozen sets, and most of the bookshelves are filled. This should be the best-selling book of Tang Guo.
　　 Sun Mo turned it over. The name is domineering, the plot is heavy, and the story is about Zongmen's love. The style of the whole book is also very impressive, no wonder it can be placed here.
　　 In the middle-earth Kyushu, printing is still at the stage of movable type printing, so knowledge has not been spread and popularized on a large scale. In this era, the literate hyphenation is still a minority.
　　 "Hey, I can write at this level."
　　 Sun Mo glanced at it, then put it back.
　　 "What? Not satisfied?"
I don’t know when, the old man on the wooden chair stood by and saw Sun Mo put the "Jiuzhou Zhuxian Biography" back. He couldn’t help asking:
This is a bestseller that has swept Jinling in the past year. Young people love to read it. ."
"Ha ha!"
　　 Sun silently avoids talking, this old man is obviously a fan of this book, in case he says something wrong, maybe he will have a dispute.
　　 The old man carefully sorted out the bookshelf that Sun Mo had turned over, and then sat back on the chair. About half an hour later, he saw Sun Mo come back with "The Legend of Jiuzhou Zhuxian" in his hand. He couldn't help but feel happy.
　　 "Don't you like it?"
　　 The old man raised his eyebrows, the meaning is self-evident, his mouth is not good, but the body is very honest, don't you want to rent?
　　 "Yes, I don't like it, but there is really no book to borrow, I can only read it."
　　 Sun Mo looked helpless. Zhongtu's novels are still at the stage of fairy-xia and ghosts. How can such a monotonous subject satisfy Sun Mo's appetite.
　　 Hearing the word ‘make it possible’, the old man's eyes widened and his beard blew angrily:
Then you write a book and let me see what ‘make it happen’ is!

　　 "Have you seen Transformers?"
　　 Sun Mo teased.
　　 The old man looked dazed.
　　 "Have you seen Dragon Ball?"
　　 The old man continued to be stunned.
　　 "Then Journey to the West, I haven't read it?"
　　 Sun Mo's evil taste has happened.
　　 "Are you talking nonsense? I'm also considered a book reader, why haven't I heard of these books?"
　　 The old man was depressed and stared at Sun Mo suspiciously. He didn't expect that this kid was handsome, but he was a liar.
　　 "That's because you haven't read enough books."
　　 Sun Mo was serious, but he was about to laugh in his stomach, but then he became lost again. Hey, I won't see it anymore.
　　 The old man's face turned dark, but he, who loves books like his life, froze his anger and asked in a low voice, "Where did you read these books?"
　　 "I wrote it myself!"
　　 Sun Mo didn't dare to talk nonsense. As a stranger, he wouldn't have said these names unless he was rushed to run by the old man, because leaking information might cause trouble.
"you……"
　　 The old man raised his hand angrily and was ready to give Sun Mo a bit of cruelty. He obviously aroused all his interests, but told himself that it was made up, which was really hateful.
　　 "Rent a copper plate a day, right?"
　　Sun Mo paid for it.
"Ok."
The old man nodded and went through the renting procedures for Sun Mo, but in his mind he recalled the three names he had said. Let’s not talk about the Transformers who don’t know what the ghost, Dragon Ball and Journey to the West, just listen to the names. It's very flavorful, so I couldn't help asking: "I don't know what Journey to the West is talking about?"
　　 Sun Mo chuckled and shook his head.
　　 "If you have a draft, I can pay for it!"
　　 The old man has read too many books, so now it is too difficult to find a book that fits his mind but has not read it. It is simply torture for a book-loving person.
　　 "How much does it cost?"
Sun Mo’s eyes lit up. The money he spends now is the savings of his deity, which is not much. Coupled with the low salary of the intern teacher, Sun Mo can predict that he will have to spend a long time in the future. Live a hard life.
　　 If you are in a relationship and have a girlfriend, you will be even more unable to make ends meet. If you think about it, you don’t even have money to go out and eat to improve your life. It’s too miserable.
　　 "Two hundred taels of silver!"
　　 The old man makes a price.
　　 Sun Mo shook his head.
　　 "What? Too few?"
　　 The old man knocked on the table: "One hundred taels of silver is enough for a family of three to live a year comfortably, boy, don't be too greedy."
　　 "When the book is published, what is the market price?"
　　 Sun Moxin said, if I sell you the manuscript of Journey to the West for two hundred taels of silver, I will be an idiot.
　　 "Haha!" The old man smiled contemptuously: "Young man, live your life well, don't dream."
　　Middle-earth Kyushu was still in the feudal era. The low productivity and the backward printing and papermaking techniques meant publishing a book was an extremely luxurious thing.
　　 Sun Mo turned around and left.
　　 "Well, I will satisfy you." The old man compromised: "I will help you out three hundred books, and I will lose my money, and I will give you all the money I make."
　　 "A thousand copies!"
　　 Sun Mo, the lion opened his mouth. Some of my colleagues had published reference books. One thousand of them was a good result at the time.
　　 "Too much, no money, can't do it!"
　　 The old man refused the triptych and did not want to be blackmailed.
　　 Sun Mo stared at the old man and activated God's Insight.
　　‘Zheng Qingfang, he returned to his hometown three years ago and became a rich man. He loves books as fate as his life, and has seven divine powers. ’
　　‘Body functions are severely impaired, have been damaged by toxins, and have hidden diseases. ’
　　‘Remarks, the Zheng family is rigorous, if you fall, you can rest assured and don’t worry about being corrupted. ’
　　Sun Mo browses the data that emerges next to the old man, to official? Isn't it just that the official retires normally? I didn't expect that the old man who opened a bookstore had ever been an official, so he certainly didn't lack money.
　　 Zheng Qingfang also experienced strong winds and waves on the court, but when Sun Mo's eyes were watching, he suddenly became uncomfortable, like some ants crawling on his body.
　　 "Okay, five hundred copies, no more."
　　 Zheng Qingfang compromised and looked at Sun Mo by the way.
The pale blue robe, washed clean, matched with Sun Mo’s handsome face and erect figure, reveals an indifferent temperament. When the corner of his mouth is squeezed, there seems to be an imperceptible arc, giving a person Kind of unhappy feeling.
　　 In Zheng Qingfang's life, he has met many young people with outstanding temperament. Among them, this kid is quite outstanding.
　　 "One thousand copies."
　　 Sun Mo did not let go.
　　 "Yes, but I want to admire your wooden knife."
　　 Zheng Qingfang's gaze fell on Sun Mo's waist, where a wooden knife with black sandalwood was pinned.
　　 Sun Mo shrugged his shoulders, turned and left, joking, but it was engraved with the Great Universe and Phaseless Art, the holy-level masterpiece technique, how could it be possible to show it to you?
　　 But this old man has wicked eyes, and he saw the most precious thing on himself at a glance.
　　 "Boy, it's useless to say anything. First show me the manuscript. If it's interesting, I will print it out for you."
　　 Zheng Qingfang shouted, and when Sun Mo disappeared outside the door, he sat back on the wooden chair, but when he read the novel in his hand, he was completely dull, and his mind was full of the two names of Dragon Ball and Journey to the West.
　　 "What kind of story is it?"
　　 Zheng Qingfang's chest is like a cat scratching again, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is itchy.
　　 The plum rain in June is very pattering. After Sun Mo bought some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, he boarded a small boat and cruised along the Qinhuai River.
　　 The wooden knife is randomly inserted into the belt. Its value is not expensive, but after engraving the Great Universe and Phaseless Art, it is not the same.
　　 Although Sun Mo has memorized this exercise by heart, who knows if there is any hidden content? Moreover, these words "Dragon Feifeng Dance" were obviously written by a famous calligrapher. It was a pity that they were ruined. They were put in the dormitory. Sun Mo was worried about losing them, so he could only bring them with him.
　　 Tang Guo couldn't help but swords, but he banned bows and crossbows.
　　 Sun Mo is not accustomed to holding a sword with a saber, and a knife is seven or eight kilograms lightest, which is really troublesome. The weight of this wooden knife is just right, and Sun Mo simply took self-defense.
　　 After a stick of incense at Lingwang Temple, Sun Mo returned to school. When passing a street corner, he saw a thin girl with her hands tightly holding her small baggage and sitting under the eaves to avoid the rain.
　　 The girl is about thirteen or four years old, she looks pure, but now she is full of loss.
　　 "A homeless girl?"
　　 As a teacher, Sun Mo is very sensitive to this kind of alone children, because there have been incidents of students running away from home in his school.
　　 Sun Mo stared, and activated God's Insight.
　　'Lu Zhiruo, fourteen years old, penniless, in a state of severe hunger. ’
　　 Seeing this fragrant name, Sun Mo gave a secret compliment.
　　 The eaves are short and they can’t cover the plum rain. The clean blue cloth linen on the girl’s body is wet, but she still doesn’t feel anything, shrinking there, like an abandoned little milk cat.