Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

Chapter 69 Buying Books ([-])

A bag of scorpions sold for more than half a basket of mushrooms.The ghost face mushroom is not easy to pick anymore, she dare not go to the depths, and the big flowers that can be picked outside are picked up by her twice, it can’t grow after a little rain, waiting for the small flowers to grow up, I don’t know How long to wait.

Guanshi Jiang thought that Hu Qing would still be selling scorpions when she came again, but she brought a basket of old bark with her back the next day.Well, it is also useful to them, that is the gap
Hu Qing smiled embarrassingly, Jiang Guanshi also understood, and probed: "Madam Hu is going to walk around Baopingfang all over?"

Hu Qing said: "It's the first time I've arrived, I always have to pay homage to the top of the mountain."

If you step on the ground, you will step on the ground, and you will worship the top of the mountain. They all laughed when they heard this.

Jiang Guanshi pondered slightly: "If Mrs. Hu makes a living by collecting herbs, why not buy a copy of Lingzhi Daquan and study it carefully, there are simple processing techniques in it, and the processed medicinal materials can be sold at a higher price."

Hu Qing asked, "How much?"

Jiang Guanshi: "There are thick and thin, and there are separate volumes, and the price varies. If it is a simple booklet for beginners, you can buy a basket of ghost mushrooms."

Hu lightly thanked him.

Guanshi Jiang said a lot: "There are used books in the bookstore. New books are cheaper. Shuxiang Street is full of bookstores, and there is the most dilapidated one called Changjia Bookstore. It has the most old books, miscellaneous, and the price is not expensive. It’s impossible to find good things.”

Hu Qing thanked you again.

She really wanted to buy books to read. The most urgent thing was books for learning to write. She was illiterate or something, especially insecure.

Hu Qing came out of Baicao Pavilion, and immediately went to Shuxiang Street, the scholarly fragrance lived up to its reputation, and he could already smell the fragrance of ink before the street entrance.Natural pens, inks, papers and inkstones are sold in the bookstore, and monks also need to write.

It's a long street that can't be seen at a glance. Baopingfang is too prosperous, and I don't know if it is the same in other cities.

The most dilapidated Chang's Bookstore, the most dilapidated Chang's Bookstore Hu Qing walked and compared, and walked for a full hour before finding the most dilapidated one at the end of the street and writing to Chang's Bookstore.The facade is not small, but it is broken, and the paper pasted on the edge of the windows is yellowed and old.

It's not that monks can't afford glass, but that the paper used by monks is much stronger than glass, and it's brand new in ten or eight years. It's so old like this one, it hasn't been replaced in about a hundred years?
There were also guests inside, rummaging through piles of old books and papers in inconspicuous clothes.That's right, other bookstores have rows of bookshelves neatly up to the top. This Chang's bookstore is different. The tall shelves are all standing against the wall, and the empty space in the middle is full of dilapidated books, like piles of garbage.

Everyone picks up the trash.

Hu lightly rubbed his hands, God bless, bless me to find treasures.

God: I'm busy.

There are only two employees in the bookstore, and the one who settles the accounts is flipping through some broken books behind the counter, with a happy face and no knowledge of foreign affairs.One is a man pouring books on the ground with a broken bag.

Maybe it was just picked up?

In short, no one greeted.

Hu Qing walked in, at a loss, gathered his mind, and decisively squatted down in the big waves to wash the sand.

She felt that she knew hundreds of characters at least, and she was deceived, at least she could understand the titles of the books. As a result, the fonts on these books could not be said to be familiar, but irrelevant.For a moment, she deeply doubted, is multilingual popular here?

But she could also tell that these books seemed to be essays written by different people, perhaps travel notes or poems?Do monks also compose poetry?
Hu Qing raised his head helplessly, the accountant was still immersed in his own world, the boy had already sat in the corner and seemed to be in a daze.She froze because she was embarrassed to disturb the two of them.

Grit your teeth and rely on yourself.

Finally, after rummaging through the five mountains of books, she found a book for enlightenment - the Three Character Classic.

It is not the Three-Character Classic that says "at the beginning of human beings, nature is good", but the Three-Character Classic 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 characters, sounds, meanings, and scripts. As long as you put Lingzhu on the mechanism on the back of the book, this advanced textbook can teach her how to read and write , and the introduction of ancient knowledge.

I want this!

Hu Qing thought that such a high-end book might cost a lot of money, so he just took this one to the counter.

"Boss, how much is this?"

The one who settled the accounts didn't raise his head: "One hundred spirit beads per catty. One hundred spirit beads are collected."

One catty, one hundred Lingzhu.

Hu Qing was stunned. In such a central urban area, one low-grade spirit stone is only ten catties. This store can't make ends meet, right?Or follow the quantity but not the price?It's about to close down.

Hu weighed it lightly, he couldn't spend a hundred Lingzhu in vain, and went back decisively to pull out a picture album he had just seen.It's a pure picture album, without a single word on it, all the paintings are small animals, with smooth lines and generous and bright colors. Although it is very old, it looks very interesting.

Hu Qing stacked the two books together and weighed them, it was slightly less than a catty, then rummaged inside again, and found a light and shriveled bookmark, which seemed to be in the shape of a knife, adding up to just a catty.

If she was charged more than one catty, she would throw the bookmark back.

Putting it on the counter, the accountant didn't even need to pick it up, he just pushed it with one finger: "One hundred Lingzhu."

Hu Qing was convinced, counted the Lingzhu, put the book in the basket and returned home, Hu Huahua looked at the door pitifully, his eyes seemed to shine when he saw her.

Hu chuckled, her daughter was like this when she was a child, when she met for the first time in a parallel world, her eyes were brighter than the stars.

Before the charcoal fire in the stove was completely extinguished, Hu lightly lifted the lid of the pot, and the rich smell of meat wafted into his nostrils, and then went away with the wind, and the next moment there were bitter curses from the next door.

"Little woman, you bastard, restless, I'll burn you to death."

Hu Qing's face sank, that woman is perverted, isn't she, it's really not worth the food to tempt you to buy it with money.In the past, it was okay to be yin and yang, but if she dared to insult like this today, if she didn't care about it——

"If you pester me again, I'll pierce your face with a pair of scissors. A vixen."

Uh. Didn't come for her?

Hu Qing suddenly became interested, stepped on the oven and climbed up the wall to look at the next door. She had good eyesight, and through the hollowed-out cross gap, she saw that besides the woman in the yard, there was a woman wearing a green skirt and light yellow clothes. Slim shape.

The woman was furious: "So what if three generations of your family lived here? You can't even enter the Chaohua Sect. My son is a valued disciple of the Chaohua Sect. He can only enter the inner sect after the examination."

The woman spoke clearly, without any annoyance: "Ma'am, your son looks good in every way, but he is just an ordinary disciple in the inner sect, maybe just a handyman. There are three members of the family inside, and there are also acquaintances in the inner sect."

Hu Qing was taken aback, she remembered this voice very clearly, wasn't it Boss Hua who replaced the newcomer she lacked?Didn't she want to enter Nong Hua Pavilion?Why do you want to get married?Nong Huage didn't like her?
The woman continued: "Auntie, you are just a mortal. Don't you want to have a grandson? Parents are monks. There is a high chance that children will also have spiritual roots. You think I have an advantage over your family, but in fact it is your family who has an advantage over mine."

(End of this chapter)