MTL - Ci Jinzhi-Chapter 44 turn up

  Chapter 44 found

  Her eyes that were not working at that time saw again.

  It was very dark, a person sneakily broke the door lock and threw the burning firewood inside. Almost at the same time, shopkeeper Hu appeared with an angry and shocked expression on his face.

  The man raised an object without hesitation, and slammed it **** Shopkeeper Hu's head, and Shopkeeper Hu fell down.

  As shopkeeper Hu fell to the ground, the scene ended, and the eyes returned to brightness.

   "Employee?"

   "The shopkeeper is busy first, I have something to think about."

  Hearing what Xin You said, shopkeeper Hu didn't dare to disturb, and ran to the front to deal with the people who came to sell stories from time to time.

  Xin You didn't rush to ask shopkeeper Hu, but wanted to recall the scene carefully to see if he could find any useful details.

  It was too dark to see what color the door was, only the firewood thrown into the door and the light from the lantern in the hands of shopkeeper Hu barely illuminated the faces of the two at that moment.

   Then Shopkeeper Hu fell to the ground, and the screen disappeared—wait a minute.

  Xin You closed her eyes again, and the picture emerged.

  In addition to the shopkeeper Hu who fell to the ground, there are also lanterns that fell to the ground.

  The shaking lights let her see the ground clearly.

  The color of the dark stone bricks is unclear, and one of the joints is damaged, resembling a half-moon.

  half moon—

  Xin You's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she saw the moon in the sky that was almost ignored in the picture.

  It was a full moon.

   If you think about it again and again, there will be no more valuable information.

  Because the time was too short and the light was dim, although Xin You saw the face of the assailant, she felt a little familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.

   This familiarity made her judge that the perpetrator should be in Qingsong Bookstore.

   As for the place where shopkeeper Hu had an accident, I am afraid that the broken floor tile should be used to determine it.

   As for the time, judging from her years of experience, most of the scenes she saw would happen in a short period of time, and the full moon was likely to be one of the three days from the 14th to the 16th of this month.

   After clearing his mind, Xin You took Xiaolian to the front.

  Businessman Liu Zhou was busy greeting the customers who came into the store. Shopkeeper Hu entered a small room connected to the lobby. It was his temporary resting place on weekdays, and it was used to receive people who came to sell stories.

When Xinyou passed by, she heard someone yelling: "Shopkeeper, please take a good look at this story. I wrote this story without rest for several days and nights. It's not to say it's a shocking work. at most a little bit…”

   "I've checked it carefully, and it really doesn't meet our requirements. I'm sorry."

   "You just glanced a few times, where did you look carefully?"

   "I'm really sorry to make you come here for nothing." Shopkeeper Hu said politely, but he didn't mean to let go.

   "Hmph, dogs look down on people!" The man snatched the book and walked out angrily. When he saw Xin You stop, he looked at her and asked, "Is the girl the new owner of Qingsong Bookstore?"

  Xin You nodded.

  The man stretched out his hand and pointed to shopkeeper Hu who came out after him: "Boss, your shopkeeper is no good. I advise you to change people as soon as possible, otherwise the store will close sooner or later."

  Xin You smiled: "Thank you for the reminder. Don't worry, I will definitely not change the shopkeeper."

  After hearing the first half of the sentence, the man still felt like a person, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, he immediately became angry: "I said, if a little girl knows how to open a bookstore, she might as well go home and play the piano and embroider."

  Xin You didn't want to argue with irrelevant people, so she said with a smile, "Walk slowly."

   "You—" The man punched the cotton with a fist, and walked away with a black face and swung his sleeves.

   Shopkeeper Hu was very embarrassed: "Boss, it's not that the villain is picky, it's that the story written by the scholar doesn't make sense—"

   "We have to spend five hundred taels to buy a story, how can we not be picky?"

  Xin You's tone was flat, but shopkeeper Hu was very moved by her maintenance just now, and then he was worried: "Boss, this kind of down-and-out scholar loves to complain, and the villain is worried that he will talk around and affect those who want to sell stories."

   "The shopkeeper doesn't have to worry about this. If he preaches that we are picky everywhere, it will just dispel the idea of ​​those who write a random story just to get lucky, and those who are confident in writing a good story will still come to try."

   "The owner still thinks clearly." Shopkeeper Hu cupped his hands.

   "The shopkeeper will accompany me to the printing shop."

  Xin You was accompanied by Shopkeeper Hu to the printing workshop and saw the busy craftsmen.

  The missing boards of "The Peony Tale" are almost ready, and the reprinted collection of poems is also bound according to the volume, and will soon be available for sale at the front.

  Xin You stopped the craftsman from saluting and walked slowly.

  Although shopkeeper Hu didn't know Xinyou's purpose, he wasn't impatient at all.

  In the eyes of the old shopkeeper, the new owner showed self-motivation, which was much better than the old owner who just wanted to stay at home and read a book.

   After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xin You suddenly stopped and asked casually, "Shopkeeper, what's in this room?"

   "This is a warehouse for stereotypes, and this warehouse is for the assembly department."

  Xin You murmured: "Jibu..."

   Thinking that Xin You didn't understand these things, shopkeeper Hu explained: "The main buyers of the classics and history collections are real scholars. If a big bookstore like ours lacks these things, it won't be on the stage."

   "I think before, not many people came to buy these."

   Shopkeeper Hu smiled wryly: "Before, there were very few people, and there were not many people to buy... Actually, with a little hard work, this kind of books have a stable sales volume. And the stereotypes of these books are ready-made, and the cost of reprinting is low..."

  The opposite bookstore viciously competed, not only poached Mr. Pingan, but also lowered the price of such books, and their precious young owner had no countermeasures against Yaxin Bookstore's various methods, and directly surrendered.

   Asking is tiring.

   "In this way, these stereotypes must be well protected."

   "Of course, this kind of book is reprinted every year. Once the stereotype is broken, it will be a big loss."

   "I see." Xin You nodded, and walked forward. Where the embroidered shoes were removed, there was a half-moon-shaped defect at the joint of the stone bricks.

   Shopkeeper Hu followed closely, thinking that Xin You would continue to look at other warehouses, but unexpectedly she walked towards the busy craftsmen.

   "Little Lian, go to the backyard and bring two watermelons soaked in the well water to quench everyone's thirst." Xinyou ordered as she walked.

   Not long after, Xiao Lian brought a nurse over, and the tall and strong nurse hugged a big watermelon in one hand.

  Under Xinyou's gesture, Xiao Lian shouted: "Everyone, take a rest, come and eat watermelon to quench your thirst."

  When the craftsmen heard it, no matter whether they had live or not, they hula-la surrounded them.

  The watermelon soaked in the well water is a bit cold, and it is extraordinarily sweet. The artisans eat too much to talk, and put all their attention on the big watermelon.

  Xin You silently and carefully scanned the faces eating watermelon, and finally stopped on one face.

  It was a young man in his early twenties, with a square face, thin, and looked a little listless.

  Xin You pursed the corners of her lips.

found it.

  (end of this chapter)