Nongmen Jinfeng: Cold-noodled husband and little daughter-in-law

Chapter 37 Going to the Bookstore to Sell Manuscripts

Fang Zizhan carried Fang Xiaofu to the back of the car and sat there. He jumped on it vigorously. The two of them sat in the most spacious back of the car and set off with the donkey cart. Looking at the scenery behind the car, they felt much happier.

Fang Zizhan took out a silver-gray veil and wrapped it around Fang Xiaofu, so as not to be blown by the wind.Fang Xiaofu unloaded the pannier and put it between the two of them, wrapped the veil around him, and immediately felt much more comfortable.

The people in the car were all going to the town, and seeing the affectionate look of the young couple at the back of the car, they couldn't help but tease them.Fang Xiaofu was shy and just bowed his head and ignored him, Fang Zizhan blushed and had to socialize a bit.

He is a scholar who knows etiquette, so he naturally has to answer the neighbor's greetings, otherwise others will say that he is a bookworm, or even that he has no manners.

Fortunately, everyone knew that his youngest daughter-in-law was a child bride, and she hadn't consummated her marriage yet, so she wouldn't talk too much, but the journey was long and she was bored, so she just gossiped.

As an uncle, aunt or even a grandma-level character, I still have to talk about propriety.

On the way, another young couple came up, and they made up ten people.

Half an hour later, the donkey cart arrived in the town, more than half of the people on the cart got off, and it was much more relaxed. Fang Xiaofu, who enjoyed the outdoor spring scenery and was in a good mood, almost lay down.

This was the first time she had stepped out of the house after time travelling, and she was already very excited after going so far.

What's more, her mental age and physical age are 12 years old, and Fang Zizhan beside her is only 16 years old. They are all teenagers in their prime.Always be carefree.

This trip to the county was originally to make money, but at this moment it was more like a friend on a spring outing.

She was chattering non-stop along the way, but Fang Zizhan listened patiently with a faint smile on his lips, and echoed a few times from time to time. The atmosphere was very warm.

After more than an hour, the donkey cart arrived at the county seat.

Uncle Wang Sheng parked on the side of the road because he had to pay a fee to enter the city, turned his head and said, "Sanlang, Sanlang's wife, can you get off here? You only need to pay one penny each when you enter the city. My donkey cart wants to go in, but I don't know what to do." I want ten cents."

"Okay, let's get off here, thank you Uncle Wang Sheng for sending us here." Fang Zizhan immediately thanked him, jumped out of the car first, then carried Fang Xiaofu down, and took off the basket.

Walked to the front, took out forty Wen and handed it over.

Fang Zizhan helped Fang Xiaofu to line up to enter the city. Fortunately, there were not too many people, so it was their turn soon. After paying two cents, they entered the city. Fang Zizhan was worried that her feet would be tired, so he carried it on his back.

Fang Xiaofu was a little embarrassed, after all, there were a lot of people here, but Fang Zizhan said that he would walk faster with his back on his back, not to mention that no one here knew them, so there was nothing to be shy about.

As soon as Fang Xiaofu thought it was the reason, he let him go.Just lying on his back, her little head kept twisting back and forth, like a country girl returning to the city.

Of course, it was the first time for her to enter the city. This ancient city is very different from the ones on TV. It is more simple and majestic, not so new, and there are not so many idle people crowding around.

They decided to go to the bookstore to sell the manuscript first.

Fang Zizhan memorized the address provided by Mr. Wu, asked passers-by, and soon came to a busy street, and found Tianyi Bookstore.

Fang Xiaofu suddenly remembered the "Bamboo Window Notes", the author is Mr. Tianyi.Do you dare to believe that the book was written by the owner of the bookstore, Mr. Wu's classmate and friend?
She has read some of that book, and feels that the content is agile, and the style of writing is sharp and steady, like a Confucian scholar who is gentle and elegant without losing his character, the kind that people respect and trust.

Fang Zizhan went directly into the bookstore with Fang Xiaofu on his back, saw a small table and four round stools in a corner, immediately went over and put Fang Xiaofu down, let her sit, and went to the counter to explain the situation.

The shopkeeper at the counter was an old man in his mid-century. He looked very easy-going, but his eyes were sharp and shrewd. He glanced at him and asked, "Are you Mr. Fang Zizhan from Fangshan Village?"

"The late student is Fang Zizhan of Fangshan Village. He is a student of Mr. Wu. He came to look for Mr. Tianyi today to talk about something." Fang Zizhan bowed very elegantly.

Fang Xiaofu watched from a distance, and felt for the first time in her heart that her boy is really a learned man.

"Mr. Tianyi is waiting for you in the bamboo pavilion in the backyard. You can find it yourself." The shopkeeper smiled back and saluted.

"Wansheng's nephew's foot injury hasn't healed yet, can Wansheng bring her in with her?" Fang Zizhan asked cautiously.

"Go." The shopkeeper looked at Fang Xiaofu, his eyes full of scrutiny.

Seeing her, Fang Xiaofu got up immediately, and blessed the shopkeeper, very courteously.You can't embarrass her family's scholars, can you?What's more, she is also a scholar herself, and her knowledge is comparable to that of a scholar.

Fang Zizhan thanked the shopkeeper, and came back with a bamboo basket in one hand, and Fang Xiaofu in the other.

It is not convenient to carry it here, let alone cuddling.Although this is a bookstore, it is also a place for literati, and the ones who want to meet are still classmates of the husband, Fang Zizhan dare not make mistakes.

Pass through the backyard and walk into a small courtyard with a small bamboo forest and a stone path leading directly to a pavilion.The window was open, and a young man could be seen writing at his desk.

It turns out that this is the bamboo window, and the man in the light robe inside the bamboo window must be Mr. Tianyi.Is he writing "Bamboo Window Notes"?
Fang Xiaofu glanced at it from a distance, only to feel his heart beating.This feeling is like seeing a teacher I like when I was young, it is very subtle and warm.

Halfway through, Fang Zizhan signaled her to stop, coughed lightly, bowed to the window, and said loudly: "Mr. Wu's student in Fangshan Village, Fang Zizhan asks to see Mr. Tianyi."

Inside the Xuan window, the man writing at the desk raised his head, got up and walked out the door to meet Fang Zizhan, he raised his hand to support Fang Zizhan: "Students who are right and wrong, don't be polite."

Fang Zizhan stood up, introduced Fang Xiaofu, and explained why he came.Mr. Tianyi's gaze turned to Fang Xiaofu, seeing that it was a little girl who was not as tall as a hairpin, he couldn't help being surprised and curious.

Since Mr. Wu learned that Fang Zizhan intends to write a manuscript to earn some book fees, he has already sent a letter to Mr. Tianyi to explain the situation, thinking of recommending it, so that it will be easier to reach a cooperation.

Therefore, Mr. Tianyi knew that Fang Zizhan was here today, so the shopkeeper in front asked Fang Zizhan to find it by himself.

But he didn't want Fang Zizhan to directly explain that it was his wife who wanted to contribute the manuscript.What kind of manuscript can this little lady write?It's no wonder that Mr. Tianyi, who is as knowledgeable as he is, has such a complicated look on his face.

Fang Xiaofu saluted calmly, then stood beside Fang Zizhan, not saying much.

Mr. Tianyi was startled and lost his composure, and quickly invited the two into the room to discuss.The two sides sat down, and after a while, a servant brought pastries and tea.

After the little boy retreated, Fang Xiaofu took out a stack of manuscripts from the pouch and handed them directly to Mr. Tianyi: "This is the beginning of the story written by the little girl a few days ago. Please read it, sir."

(End of this chapter)