Ruyi said curiously: "Hey, what are you selling at the front? How busy is it?"
Qin Xiao took her hand and said, "Just come up and take a look."
The two of them squeezed over and took a look, only to realize that this was actually a bookstall. The bookstall was divided into two parts. On one side were neatly placed new books that had just been printed, and on the other side were some handwritten manuscripts and editions.
Printed old books.
What's interesting is that all the books on this bookstall were written by the same person, but Ruyi has read this person's book. This person is Mr. Lazy Flower.
The book stall owner stood on a wooden box and shouted: "Dear guests who have come from afar, please be quiet, be quiet."
Ruyi is a little confused, why do these people come from afar? Aren't all of Yunfu, such a small person, locals from the countryside?
She turned to ask a man next to her who was anxious and had sweat on his face: "Are all the people who come to buy books from out of town?"
The man replied: "That's not true. Look at the people crowded here, eight out of ten are booksellers from other places. They just want to buy Mr. Lazy Flower's books and go back to print them. Some big booksellers will also make handwritten copies. Lazy.
Mr. Hua is a little weird. He only stays here. Many booksellers have tried to lure him to the capital with big prices, but he has ignored them. He doesn’t know what attracts him to this poor place. No... He has just written a new book.
, after we booksellers heard the news, we swarmed over. Alas... the booksellers in Yunfu have made money, and we second-timers will have to suffer a lot."
When she heard that it was Mr. Lazy Flower's book, Ruyi also became interested. She said to Qin Xiao: "I have read Mr. Lazy Flower's book. It is very interesting. I will also buy a few so that I can read it on the road. It can also be regarded as a pastime.
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Qin Xiao smiled: "Just go and buy it if you like it. If it looks good, I'll read it when you come."
Ruyi pointed to the new book and asked: "Boss, how much does this book cost?"
This statement stirred up a stir, and voices of disdain came from the crowd: "Go, go, individual customers, don't fight with us! We all want to buy hundreds or thousands of copies!"
"It's just that we've been crowded together for a long time and we haven't touched the book yet. You girl can't be the first to do it!"
The boss was kind, and said to Ruyi: "Sister, if you want to buy bulk goods, go to the bookstore outside Mr. Lazy Flower's house. The store has both printed and handwritten books. It's quite complete. You can choose whatever you want. We don't have it here.
Doing business with individual customers.”
Ruyi angrily withdrew from the crowd, pulling Qin Xiaodong to inquire, and finally found Mr. Lazy Flower's house outside.
The place where Mr. Lazy Flower lives is different from what Ru expected. First of all, the house is not big, and judging from the outer wall, there should be no courtyard inside. What is interesting is that his walls are covered with roses, and the ground outside the courtyard wall is covered with roses.
It's colorful, red and white, and all the rose petals are falling, it's really beautiful.
Blooming roses, old courtyard walls, locust trees, lazy sunset...
All these things combined together create a unique beauty that slows down time. Perhaps Mr. Lazy Flower is obsessed with the beauty of such a small town.
There were a lot of people standing at the front door of the house, mostly women. There were young girls of fifteen or sixteen years old, and there were also women with children in tow. Some of them were holding fresh fruits and vegetables in their hands, and some were carrying freshly brewed chicken soup.
Someone shouted inside: "Mr. Lazy Flower, we have read your new book and it is very good. Please write the next one quickly!"
"Sir, I wonder if you can add a character named Juhua in it. My name is Juhua! Sir, look at me!"