Concubine's three acres of pastoral garden

Chapter 24 Yu Zixi

The man decided that she was not a good person, and he waved his hands as he walked out while delivering the food: "No change, no change, hurry up, I don't have time to chat with you."

Xianglai was worried that if he missed this place, he would never be able to buy it again, so he pulled him heartily and said, "Little brother, don't go, I'm really not lying to you, can I exchange things with you that you don't have here?"

The clerk pushed her hand impatiently, and said, "Hurry up, we are a grocery store, not a pawn shop, and we only accept money but not things..."

The two were tugging, and a person came in from the gate of the backyard. He was about twenty years old, dressed in a coarse cotton robe worn by ordinary people, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, with restrained eyes and a straight mouth and nose. Calm demeanor.

Seeing the two people who were tugging at the door of the granary, they raised their voices and asked, "What's the matter, young man, how are you treating the guests?"

Hearing this, the clerk hurriedly ran to him, nodded and bowed to him, and said, "Oh, boss, you are back! That... this kid came here to mess around, and he insisted on buying rice if he didn't have enough money. He was so anxious to exchange things, you said we have everything here, what's the use of her things!"

Hearing this, the owner asked strangely: "Oh? Is there any special use for buying rice in such a hurry... Let me see."

As he spoke, he walked towards Chen Xianglai.

Chen Xianglai knew when he heard the name of the clerk. It turned out that this unremarkable young man was the owner of Maosheng Grocery Store.

In her impression, the owners of all the shops in ancient times were slick and fat-headed, and they must be a little old, wearing silk satin robes with flowers and melon skin hats, and looking like a philistine, but Unexpectedly, the owner of Maosheng Grocery Store looks like this.

A young man who is concealed but not exposed, dilutes the bright look that this age should have, without a trace of impetuousness and publicity, giving people a sense of solidity and stability, making people feel at ease at a glance.

Xiang Lai heard from the conversation between him and the assistant that he was not the kind of businessman who was only interested in profit, so she stood there quietly and watched him walk over.

The owner came over and looked Xianglai up and down, "This little brother wants to buy rice?"

Xiang Lai smiled awkwardly, and said, "Yes, it's a pity that I didn't bring enough money, and I'm still short of ten catties of silver."

The man also smiled, showing no sign of contempt at all, and said gently: "If you don't have enough money, you can buy less. In the future, if you have enough money, it won't be too late. We have this rice all year round."

Xianglai said: "My home is too far away from here, it's not convenient to come here once."

"Oh." The man nodded knowingly, and didn't ask Xianglai why he insisted on buying such expensive rice. He frowned and thought for a while, and said, "You just said that you want to exchange things, why don't you come and listen, but you have something to say. Before, if it is worthless, or if we have it here, I don’t have to change it.”

Xianglai's eyes lit up, and said: "You must not have my things. When it comes to value, if you meet someone who knows the goods, the value will definitely exceed the rice I want to exchange."

"Oh, take a look!"

The owner was also aroused by her curiosity.

But Chen Xianglai was puzzled: "This...I can't show it to you now, because it's here."

She said and pointed to her temple with her finger.

The man was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "You mean to say that your stuff is in your head! So, what else is in your head?"

Xiang Lai hesitated and said, "Book."

The man's smile became stronger, he seemed to find Xianglai very interesting, and said: "Books don't seem to be rare things, there are bookstores everywhere, just look for what you want to buy, probably not worth more than a dozen catties of rice. "

Xianglai hurriedly said: "But this is an orphan copy, I guarantee you have never seen it before."

When the two were talking, the guy was still waiting, and when he heard what a "poor boy" from Xianglai said about books, he became more and more disdainful, and he gritted his teeth in the cold and said: "Master, this kid may speak correctly, Stop spitting with waste."

The young owner turned a deaf ear to his words, and continued to ask Xiang Lai: "What is the title of the book? Can you recite a few sentences for me?"

Xianglai saw that there was a door, and said with joy on his face: "This is an agricultural book called "Nongsang Jiyao", which covers a wide range of contents, including planting crops and raising poultry, livestock, insects and ants. Let me read you a few sentences from the chapter on hemp first: All kinds of hemp use white hemp seeds. White hemp seeds are male hemp, although they are white in color, if they are gnawed and dry, there is no cream, and the seeds are also not suitable for seeds..."

Dong Qingqing didn't take it seriously at first, but after hearing it, his expression became serious, and he slowly lowered his head.

Xianglai was trying to recall the contents of the book, but saw him suddenly turning his head and walking towards the opposite room, and beckoned to her before walking.

Xianglai was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was not interested in these things at all, and was unwilling to talk to herself any more.

But the guys at the side all said to her: "Hurry up, the boss asked you to write it!"

Chen Xianglai was overjoyed, and followed quickly.

Xiang Lai followed the young owner into the opposite room.

The young host didn't say a word, and didn't ask where Xianglai's book came from. He just put his head on the paper and grinded the ink by himself. After finishing the research, he took the pen to burn the ink and handed it to Xianglai who was still dazed behind him. Said: "Write."

Xianglai looked at the pen in his hand in a daze, took it slowly, walked to the table dawdly, looked at the paper on the table in a daze while holding the pen.

She read books a lot in her previous life, so writing is no problem, but the terrible thing is that she doesn't know how to use a writing brush. I remember that I tried it twice in my previous life. This thing has written tens of thousands of words, she really can't guarantee whether she will vomit blood and die while writing.

Seeing her delay in writing, the young master asked strangely: "Why didn't you write? If you can recite the book, it doesn't mean you can't write, right?"

Xianglai grinned quietly, and stammered: "I, I don't know how to use a pen. My... family is too poor. I always write on the ground with branches, and I have never used a brush."

The young master froze for a moment, reached out to take the pen, and said, "You tell me, I'll write."

Xianglai thought for a while, and decided that it was still not enough. Although she brazenly said that she had a book in her head, in fact she couldn't remember it all. If you can't say it for a long time, it will definitely reduce the value of this book.

Thinking of this, she still took the pen back and said: "There are too many annums. I don't know how long it will take to write. Two people are not as tired as one. As long as you don't think my writing is ugly, I will make do with it." Bar."

Seeing this, the man gave her the pen again, and said: "It's okay, just write, I will ask someone to sort it out."

(End of this chapter)