Text Volume Chapter 212 I am the author. Wulu looked Yuan Ming up and down and said.
Yuan Ming sighed.
Ulu smiled and said.
Yuan Ming joked with a smile.
Wu Lu raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Yuan Ming said this.
Uru smiled.
Yuan Ming said in surprise.
Uru nodded.
Yuan Ming analyzed subconsciously.
Uru said.
Yuan Ming thought for a moment and remembered that Haiyan City was located in Huazhou, Yue State, and was a seaside city close to the East China Sea.
Yuan Ming said.
Uru sighed.
Yuan Ming asked.
Ulu thought for a while and said.
Yuan Ming thought for a while and nodded in agreement.
Afterwards, the two of them exchanged a few words, drank a few drinks, and left with fists in their hands.
Yuan Ming came to Black Rock City this time, and there was actually nothing too urgent. He mainly wanted to find the Fire Refining Master to help him use the accumulated materials to refine a pair of inner clothes before leaving. Secondly, in this workshop
In the city, he still had two old acquaintances he wanted to meet.
Compared to when he came to this market before, Yuan Ming was in a much more relaxed mood.
Although there was a purpose, it was not an important matter. Yuan Ming rarely walked lightly and wandered around the market with the mentality of a tourist.
In fact, Yuan Ming has not felt relaxed since he recovered all his memories. He has some doubts about amnesia.
Everything was solved, but more doubts emerged in my mind.
Lin Junsheng was obviously his playmate who had grown up together since childhood. Although he was not as close as he and the little emperor were, he could still be regarded as one of the few close friends. He could not figure out why Lin Junsheng
Want to harm him?
In his memory, after Lin Junsheng suddenly attacked him, he said:
Yuan Ming still has some vague guesses in his mind, but there is no evidence at the moment, so they can only be guesses.
Returning to Dajin and the capital city, there will inevitably be a period of bloodshed.
Yuan Ming was walking in the crowded streets when his eyes were suddenly attracted by the plaque of a quaint shop not far away, and he couldn't help but pause in his tracks.
He muttered something in his mouth, with a slight smile on his lips, and turned towards the bookstore.
"The bookstore just sells ordinary
In the book section, there are no Kung Fu books or any other items for sale. If Yuan Ming had been there before, he most likely would not have come in, or even noticed this shop."
But it's different now. After Yuan Ming's memories were all restored, some of his past habits and instincts have taken over his body again.
So when he smelled the ink fragrance of printed books, he subconsciously stopped.
When he was young, he was already familiar with the collection of classics and histories and the teachings of various saints. It was not because his parents forced him to do so, but because he was naturally fond of reading.
Even compared to some civil servant families, General Yuan was more open-minded and did not limit the categories of Yuan Ming's studies.
So much so that when he was ten years old, he had already read "Jinpinglan" and "Stone Record", which were criticized by many Taoists, and what he saw was far beyond the comparison of ordinary people.
Therefore, during the Jin Dynasty, Yuan Ming had the habit of visiting Ji Bookstore. The area of the store was not large, and there were not many books inside. He only built walls full of bookshelves on both sides of the store, which were densely packed with books of different sizes and categories.
of thread-bound books.
This bookstore is obviously not very popular. There is not a single customer in the store. There is only one clerk leaning on the counter inside, with his head in his hands and feeling drowsy.
Seeing Yuan Ming come in, the waiter just raised his eyelids and glanced, not even thinking of coming up to say hello.
Yuan Ming didn't care that he was just out of habit and planned to come in and take a look and try his luck. If he could find some rare and unique books handed down from ancient times, he would spend money to buy them.
If not, just walk around and go out.
The cultural development of southern Xinjiang is stagnant and cannot be compared with that of the Central Plains. This is clearly reflected even in bookstores.
Yuan Ming casually opened a few books, and the papers used in them were mixed and of varying quality.
Some of the better ones use bark paper as the main material. The paper is thicker, strong and resistant to folding, and has good flexibility, but it is also slightly rough and difficult to write on.
The inferior ones use white linen paper, which is made of linen, miso, hemp and other raw materials. The surface of the paper has many matte fiber bundles and is easy to get inked. The paper is also thick and has a lot of debris.
If these were placed in the Central Plains, they would all be unqualified book paper.
According to the custom of Dajin, the last time you have to use more delicate and thin white cotton paper, and the normal ones are threaded rice paper, which is not only thinner, but also more durable.
After Yuan Ming flipped through several magazines, he found that they were all written in southern Xinjiang characters and the contents were just miscellaneous notes. He felt bored, glanced at them briefly, and planned to leave.
At this moment, his eyes were suddenly attracted to a single bookshelf near the counter.
There were about a dozen books with gold covers and exquisite thread binding placed there. At first glance, they were completely different from the other books placed randomly, as if they were richly dressed nobles living in a slum.
Yuan Ming stepped forward and spoke.
The guy rubbed his eyes, turned his head and took a look, while speaking, he took down the independent bookshelf.
Yuan Ming was speechless for a while. This guy probably didn't even understand what it was about, so he was just fooling him with such blatant words.
When the clerk brought the bookshelf over and spread out the few dozen books inside, Yuan Ming burst into laughter when he saw these books.
"Stone Record", "Jinpinglan", "East Chamber", "Jade Puyuan"... are really all classics handed down from generation to generation. Unfortunately, they are only the favorites of a certain type of people. If they are seen by Taoists,
It is impossible to convict one person of any crime.
However, we can't blame this guy. These books are well-made and beautifully printed, but they are all in Chinese characters. It is naturally impossible for him, a young guy from southern Xinjiang, to read them.
Just when Yuan Ming was about to leave, he saw a different one among these books.
He picked up the book and looked at it carefully.
The writing on the front is common in southern Xinjiang, but the paper inside is clearly supplied by the Jin Dynasty royal family.
Yuan Ming couldn't help but take a closer look with his eyebrows raised, and his eyes couldn't help but be startled.
Yuan Ming was extremely surprised.
He quickly opened the back cover of the book and saw a seal with Chinese characters there:
It was a printing institution co-founded by him and the young emperor Liu Tianming. Although it was a private publishing house, it was able to use royal paper. It not only published storybooks, but also comic books. The quality was excellent. The entire Jin Dynasty
It's well-known.
However, Yuan Ming has always been responsible for creation and does not care about profits.
Printing and publishing matters were arranged by the bookstore owner, and he did not know that his book was actually published in a southern Xinjiang script.
Seeing Yuan Ming staring at the "Children's Tales" in a daze, the clerk thought he had taken a fancy to this book and immediately introduced it enthusiastically:
Yuan Ming himself didn't believe it.
The guy patted his chest and said.
Yuan Ming held the book in his hand and looked at the clerk in surprise.
The guy praised it sincerely.
At this time, Yuan Ming was holding his book in his hand and listening to the man's compliments, he felt inexplicably refreshed.
Yuan Ming felt relieved.
However, it is impossible for him to tell the other person directly that he is the author of this book, otherwise it would be a real manifestation of the saint in front of people.
Although it may be more refreshing, it may also be regarded as a madman or a liar.
