After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 206 206 Buy it all

Chen Moying put down the newspaper in her hand, got up and walked in.

"what to buy?"

Zhao Yuanle followed behind him, looked around, and found that the little doorman who blushed when he saw her was gone.

Chen Moying noticed her movements, and said softly, "He's gone to work in another place."

Zhao Yuanle: "That's it."

It's a pity that I can't tease the little doorman this time.

Chen Moying walked in front and asked, "What do you want to buy?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Paper and pen, the paper must have grids, and the pens, pencils, pens and brushes are required. By the way, ink and water for pens must be bought."

Chen Moying smiled, glanced across the shelf, and finally landed on a stack of books with her slender fingers.

"These are not long after the purchase, suitable for children to learn to write, matts, and red dotted lines.

There are brushes and ink here, as well as pencils, but there are no fountain pens for now.

If it is for your younger brother's enlightenment, don't rush to buy the pen. After a while, it will be available in the store, and it will not be too late for you to buy it again. "

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Alright. But the pen is not for my brother, it's for me."

"Oh?" Chen Moying was a little surprised: "You want to write with a pen?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I saw other people's writing today was pretty good, so I wanted to write it too."

"That's it..." Chen Moying smiled slightly, his eyes changed slightly.

Zhao Yuan was happy to see Chen Moying go to get something, so he squatted down to get it by himself.

"I want so many notebooks, so many pencils, two brushes, one piece of ink, and one piece of eraser."

Chen Moying was taken over by Zhao Yuanle, so she smiled helplessly and stood up.

"I'm a seller, I should get it for you."

Zhao Yuanle found these things, turned his head to look at Chen Moying, and showed a knowing smile.

"You are a calligrapher, you need to take good care of your hands."

Chen Moying couldn't help laughing.

"Where did I hear that?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I guess."

Isn't that what a certain modern pianist is like? He can't do any rough work with both hands except playing the piano.

Chen Moying explained: "Writing is not based on the feeling of the skin, so it's fine for me to do some work with my hands, as long as it doesn't hurt the bones."

Zhao Yuanle got up with the things he wanted and nodded.

"That's the reason, in case you accidentally hurt something, so I still have to come."

Chen Moying turned around with a smile and went to the counter.

"Okay, you're right."

Zhao Yuanle followed, where to put the things.

Chen Moying took a look at these items and told the price.

"A book with twenty letters, five books with one hundred letters, ten pencils, one with eight letters, and eighty letters.

The two writing brushes you took are worth [-] Wen, a total of [-] Wen, and the piece of ink is [-] Wen.

The eraser is a gift for you. Depending on how much you buy, you can make a discount and make up the whole thing, and it will be one silver dollar. "

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help laughing.

"Do your parents know that you always discount people like this?"

Chen Moying raised her eyebrows lightly, and said "Oh."

"Then, just give me [-] Wen? Eraser will count you [-] Wen, which is [-] Wen."

Zhao Yuanle coughed twice.

"Actually, I don't think you need to care about your parents' opinions at all. Could it be that you are such an adult that the Lord can't do this?"

Chen Moying smiled softly, and took an inkstone and a stack of white paper from the side.

"Since that's the case, I'll give you these as well, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone will be all ready."

Zhao Yuanle took out a silver dollar and put it in Chen Moying's hand.

"I hope that the bosses I meet in the future will be as generous as you."

Chen Moying held the silver dollar and withdrew her hand.

He shook his head.

"I'm afraid it won't work. Such bosses are generally prone to lose money. Everyone is like this. Isn't it true that every store is going to close."

Zhao Yuanle laughed out loud.

Chen Moying also asked her with a smile.

"How are the pigs doing?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's pretty good. I'm watching and planning. Let's wait for another half a month. My dad is well, and I'll start building a new pigsty."

Chen Moying: "Is the money enough?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I can make a lot of money selling pig arch fungus."

Chen Moying didn't know this.

"Oh?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Who is that? It's Ming Hongyan. Didn't he tell you?"

Chen Moying shook her head: "Never."

However, he reminded Zhao Yuanle: "From now on, in front of people, you still have to be called by honorific titles, not by their first names."

Zhao Yuanle shrugged.

"I know, let's talk about this fungus, his servants helped me sell it, and it sold for a lot of money.

But then I thought about it and felt that they didn't sell it for me, but they bought it directly, and I forgot to give money to his servants at the time, so I am even more embarrassed to ask for help now.

So, I sold these myself, and now I have found acquaintances, and soon, I can make a lot of money again, and you don't have to think that I am poor, so you can take advantage of me every time. "

Chen Moying let out a long cry.

"Is that so..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yuanle thought of English.

It's easy to forget this thing if you haven't touched it for a long time. Since she will go to Rongcheng to meet foreigners in half a month, she also wants to practice it during this time.

She looked into the bookstore and asked Chen Moying, "Are there any Enyu books here?"

"This?" Chen Moying was slightly puzzled: "You want to learn the language of grace?"

Zhao Yuanle: "The pig arch fungus is going to be sold to foreigners. There are the most people from Enguo here, so I just want to see it."

Chen Moying: "For things like languages, someone has to teach them first. It's not like other things that can be understood by just reading a book."

Zhao Yuanle: "So there are no books here?"

Chen Moying shook her head: "Originally, this bookstore doesn't sell foreign books."

Zhao Yuanle shrugged: "Forget it."

She will review from memory these days.

"but…"

He changed his words.

Zhao Yuanle's eyes lit up again.

He chuckled: "I do have this kind of books, I brought a few back, and they are at home."

Zhao Yuanle: "Does that mean you don't need money if you borrow it?"

Chen Moying asked back, "When will I have to pay for your book?"

Zhao Yuanle: "On the first day, the history books I borrowed cost [-] cents, and I borrowed them for the food my uncle gave me."

Chen Moying couldn't help but said: "Didn't I want to pay you back later, but you didn't want it?"

Zhao Yuanle chuckled.

"Isn't that just acquainted with each other, and I gave it all, and I'm embarrassed to ask for it back."

Chen Moying's focus was elsewhere.

"Were you hungry then?"

Zhao Yuanle: "No, someone invited me to eat, and then my family kept talking about me."

Chen Moying laughed lightly.

After he laughed, he saw the shopkeeper over there, and walked out with his things.

The shopkeeper was very respectful to Chen Moying, and routinely ignored Zhao Yuanle next to him.

Chen Moying nodded lightly: "I'll go first, the printed newspapers will be delivered later, remember to sort them out and deliver them where they should be delivered."

(End of this chapter)