Wen Yin couldn't help but feel a little unhappy when he saw that Mu Yunhan actually questioned the collection of books: "There are already a lot. Look, this three-story house is filled with books."
Mu Yunhan said: "Any scholarly family in Beijing can have so many, which does not reflect the heritage of a family that has made great contributions to the founding of the country."
Wenyin got angry: "Young madam, that's not what you said. It's because the water was gone and the original Laozang was burned. Otherwise, the books here would be less than one-third of what they used to be."
"Little bookboy, you are bragging." Mu Yunhan breathed a sigh of relief, just because he was afraid that you wouldn't know or that you wouldn't tell.
Wen Yin said angrily: "I'm not bragging, everyone knows about it."
Mu Yunhan said: "Did you see it with your own eyes? That's just bragging."
Wen Yin was anxious and angry: "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I heard from my father that Lao Zang was cultivated by the first-generation priest and the ancestor of the Gu family.
But I have collected all the rare books in the world, and they are located in the southeast corner of the Hou Mansion. The place is still there. If you don’t believe it, you can go and see it.”
Mu Yunhan said: "What am I going to do? What's so good about a rotten house? You're just bragging anyway."
Wen Yin was so angry that he didn't dare to argue, so he secretly glanced at her and glared at her, feeling that she was really annoying.
Mu Yunhan enjoyed it very much and said, "I can't get a clue from this. Do you have a list of books?"
Wenyin pursed his lips and said nothing.
Da Mi said loudly: "Hey! You little book boy, you are so brave, how dare you disobey my wife! Are you looking for death?"
Wenyin jumped up and ran to drag out a box: "It's all here."
As soon as the lid of the box was opened, a strong musty smell came out.
Mu Yunhan couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing: "Why are there so many?"
Wen Yin said proudly: "You don't believe what I say? These book lists contain all the titles of the old collection. Look, there is a big box just for the titles, which shows how rich the collection was back then."
Mu Yunhan ordered Xiaomi: "Bring them all back to me and make a copy."
"Yes!" Xiaomi immediately rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to move the box.
"What are you doing?" Wen Yin was frightened and went to stop him, but Xiaomi grabbed his arm and gently threw him aside.
Wen Yin couldn't defeat them, couldn't rob them, and couldn't defeat them, so he looked at Mu Yunhan with aggrieved eyes and cried "Wow": "Young Madam, you can't bully others like this."
"Shut up!" Mu Yunhan scolded lightly and said, "If you cry again, I will move the books."
Wenyin covered his mouth hard, choked with sobs, and burst into tears.
Mu Yunhan felt relaxed and happy, oh, it was so refreshing to bully people.
Especially the little book boy who bullies a pretty girl who dares to get angry but dare not speak out.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and the books in Zangli are hidden in the shadows, like monsters in the shadows.
Mu Yunhan didn't expect to find the book she wanted immediately, so she walked out of hiding.
Wenyin hated her, so he only took her out of the yard and then complained of a stomachache and ran away.
Mu Yunhan didn't care. When he was far away, he quietly walked back and followed him.
I saw him running into the hidden room behind him and closing the door.
After a while, his voice came from inside: "It's so annoying. That priest's wife is so self-righteous, so domineering and bullying."
Another male voice said: "How could you get involved with the priest's wife?"
Wenyin complained: "She said she wanted to see what the third young master was reading, so he asked me to bring her here..."