A bag of scorpions sold for more than half a basket of ghost-faced mushrooms. It was difficult to pick ghost-faced mushrooms. She didn’t dare to go deep. She got the big ones that could be picked outside twice. This was not the case.
A little rain will make it grow. I don’t know how long it will take to wait for the little flower to grow up.
Manager Jiang thought that Hu Qing would still be selling scorpions when she came back, but the next day she carried a basket of old tree bark. Well, it was also something they could use. That was the gap...
Hu Qing smiled sheepishly, but Manager Jiang understood and asked, "Mrs. Hu, are you going to walk around Baopingfang?"
Hu Qing said: "When you first come here, you always have to pay homage to the mountain."
They all laughed when they heard this.
Manager Jiang pondered slightly: "If Madam Hu makes a living by collecting medicinal herbs, why not buy the Encyclopedia of Spiritual Plants and learn from it. There are also simple processing techniques on it, and the prepared medicinal materials can sell for a higher price."
Hu Qing asked: "How much is it?"
Manager Jiang: "There are thick and thin ones, and there are separate volumes. The prices vary. If it's a simple booklet for beginners, you can buy it with a basket of ghost-faced mushrooms."
Hu Qing thanked him.
Manager Jiang said more: "There are old books in the bookstores, but new books are cheaper. Shuxiang Street is full of book shops. There is the most shabby one called Changjia Bookstore. It has the most used books, assorted and miscellaneous, and the prices are not expensive.
You can’t say you can find good things.”
Hu Qing thanked him again.
She really wanted to buy a book to read, but her top priority was to learn how to write. Being illiterate, she felt particularly insecure.
Hu Qing came out of Baicao Pavilion and immediately went to Shuxiang Street. The fragrance of books lived up to its reputation. When he didn't reach the street, he could already smell the fragrance of ink. Of course, pens, inks, paper and inkstones were sold in the bookstore, and monks also had to write.
It is a long street with no end as far as the eye can see. Baopingfang is too prosperous. I wonder if this is the case in other cities.
The shabbiest Chang's Bookstore, the shabbiest Chang's Bookstore... Hu Qing walked and compared, and after walking for a full hour, he found the shabbiest one at the end of the street, and wrote to Chang's Bookstore. The facade is not small.
, it’s just broken, and the paper on the edge of the window is yellowed and old.
It’s not that monks can’t afford glass, but the paper that monks use is much more transparent and non-transparent than glass. It’s as new as ever after ten or eight years. As old as this one, it probably hasn’t been replaced in a hundred years?
There were also customers inside, dressed inconspicuously, browsing among the piles of old books and old papers. Yes, other bookstores have neat rows of bookshelves reaching the top, but this Chang's Bookstore is different. The tall shelves are all against the wall, with empty shelves in the middle.
The open space was full of worn-out letters and piles of rubbish.
Everyone comes to pick up rags.
Hu Qing rubs his hands, God bless me and bless me to find treasure.
God: I'm very busy.
There are only two employees in the bookstore. One is the accountant, who is reading some old book behind the counter, with a contented look on his face. The other is a clerk who is pouring books on the floor with a torn bag.
Maybe it was just collected?
Anyway, no one greeted me.
Hu Qing walked in and was at a loss. He calmed down and decisively squatted down to wash away the waves.
She felt that she knew a few hundred characters, and even though she had been deceived, she could understand the titles of the books. However, the fonts in these books could not be said to be familiar, but had nothing to do with each other. For a moment, she was deeply suspicious.
, is multilingualism popular here?
But she could also tell that these books seemed to be essays written by different people, maybe travel notes or poems? Do monks also write poems?
Hu Qing looked up helplessly. The one who was settling the accounts was still immersed in his own world. The boy had already sat in the corner and seemed to be in a daze. She was embarrassed to disturb the two of them.
Bite your teeth and rely on yourself.
Finally, after searching through five mountains of books, she found a book for enlightenment - the Three Character Classic.
It’s not the Three-Character Sutra that says “In the beginning, human beings are inherently good.” It’s the Three-Character Sutra that says “there is chaos in the universe.”
The wonderful thing is that this book has instructions for use, and what's even better is that she understands the instructions, including the characters, sounds, meanings, and letters. As long as she puts the magic beads on the back of the book, this advanced textbook can teach her to read and write.
, as well as an introduction to ancient knowledge.
I want this!
Hu Qing thought that such a high-end book would cost a lot of money, so he only took this one to the counter.
"Boss, how much does this cost?"
The settler didn't even raise his head: "One pound of one hundred spiritual beads. One hundred spiritual beads will be collected."
One pound, one hundred spirit beads.
Hu Qing was dumbfounded. In such a central urban area, a low-grade spirit stone cost only ten kilograms. Is this store unable to make ends meet? Or should it focus on quantity rather than price? It is about to close down.
Hu weighed it carefully, not wanting to spend a hundred spirit beads in vain, so he went back decisively and pulled out a picture album that he had just seen. It was a pure picture album. There was not a single word on it. The paintings were all small animals, with smooth lines and generous and bright colors. Although
It's very old, but it looks interesting.
Hu Qing folded the two books together and weighed them. They weighed a little less than one kilogram. He rummaged through them again and pulled out a flimsy, shriveled bookmark. It seemed to be in the shape of a knife, and it weighed exactly one kilogram in total.
If she was told that the weight was more than one pound, she would throw the bookmark back.
It was placed on the counter. The accountant didn't even need to pick it up. He just pushed it with one finger: "One hundred spirit beads."
Hu Qing was convinced, counted the spirit beads, put the book in the basket and returned home. Hu Huahua looked at the door pitifully, and his eyes seemed to shine with light the moment he saw her.
Hu chuckled. His daughter was like this when she was a child. When we met for the first time in the parallel world, her eyes were brighter than the stars.
Before the charcoal fire in the stove was completely extinguished, I gently opened the lid of the pot. The rich aroma of meat hit my nose and went away with the wind. The next moment, bitter curses sounded from the next door.
"You little bitch, you are a bitch, you are restless, I will burn you to death."
Hu Qing's face sank, that woman is a pervert, isn't she? She really can't resist the temptation of delicious food and you spend money to buy it. In the past, forget about being yin and yang, but if she dares to insult you like this today, if she doesn't care -
"If you pester me again, I will stab your face with scissors. Vixen."
Uh...aren't you here for her?
Hu Qing suddenly became interested. She stepped on the oven and climbed up the wall to look next door. She had good eyesight. From the hollow cross gap, she saw that in addition to the woman in the courtyard, there was also a woman wearing a green skirt and light yellow clothes.
Slim shape.
The woman was angry: "So what if three generations of your family live here? You can't even enter the Chaohua Sect yourself. My son is a valued disciple of the Chaohua Sect. He can only enter the inner gate after passing the examination."
The woman spoke clearly and without any annoyance: "Madam, your son looks great to you, but when he reaches the inner sect, he is just an ordinary disciple, and he can't be just a handyman. As for me, I have not entered the Huazong, but I
There are three people in the family inside, and there are also acquaintances at the inner door."
Hu Qing was startled. She remembered this voice very clearly. Wasn't it Boss Hua who had replaced the newcomer she was missing? Didn't she want to enter Nonghua Pavilion? Why did she want to get married? Nonghua Pavilion didn't like her?
The woman continued: "Mom, you are just a mortal. Don't you want to have grandchildren? Children whose parents are monks have a high chance of having spiritual roots. You think I am taking advantage of your family, but in fact it is your family taking advantage of mine."
