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

Chapter 28
Bookstores in the county are easy to find. After all, the county is only so big. Zhao Yuanle asked for directions, and it took ten minutes to get there.

There is a signboard engraved on the door of the green brick and tile building, which is called Chunhui Bookstore. On the two log pillars at the door, the Spring Festival couplets for the New Year have not been torn off, with red paper and black characters.

Zhao Yuanle could tell that the words on the Spring Festival couplets were very solid.

Behind the half-closed door, a young man in a square hat saw her.

Zhao Yuanle walked in with such strides, and smiled at the little book boy beside him.

The little book boy was a little shy, he lowered his head in embarrassment, and set his eyes on the bookshelf beside him.

The young man put down the book in his hand and asked with a smile, "Little girl, what do you want to buy?"

Zhao Yuanle looked at the rows of bookshelves inside and asked, "I want to read."

"Oh?" The young man was a little surprised: "Then you want to buy a book?"

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "I can't afford it, can I rent it?"

Probably because he didn't expect Zhao Yuanle to be so straightforward, the young man froze for a moment, then nodded slightly after being silent for a while.

"It should be."

Zhao Yuanle: "If you can, you can, if you can't, you can't. You are the boss, don't you know?"

Young man: "I'm not the boss."

Zhao Yuanle: "Huh?"

At this time, the little book boy reminded Zhao Yuanle in a low voice: "He is our little boss, the boss' son."

"Oh." Zhao Yuanle understood, this is the second generation.

The young man looked at Zhao Yuanle curiously.

"Do you know how to read? Do you want to buy the Thousand-Character Classic or the Three-Character Classic?"

Zhao Yuanle laughed inwardly.

She looked up: "I buy history books."

"History?" The young man hesitated.

At this moment, Zhao Yuanle was also thinking in his heart.

She should be right, it is a history book, there should be no shame.

The young man quickly smiled and said, "There are many kinds of history books. When do you want to read them?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Just... the last 100 years."

The young man paused.

"The last 100 years? I'm afraid there is no such distinction. It is either the history of the dynasties before the Republic, or the history of the Republic, but this Republic has just been in its first year.

So, if you want the last 100 years, then the most recent one is the history of the Hua Dynasty. "

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "That's it."

The young man looked at the little bookboy, and the little bookboy quickly went to a bookshelf, tiptoed to pick up books from above.

Zhao Yuanle just watched it for about 3 minutes, and the little book boy carefully took down more than ten books from the row.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

No, no, so many books?
The young man walked over, looked at the books, and picked three out of them.

"These three books are nearly 100 years old."

Zhao Yuanle took a deep breath secretly and asked, "If it's renting, how much will it cost?"

The young man said: "If you want to rent, you have to pay a deposit first."

That's right, a customer like her must pay a deposit.

Zhao Yuanle slapped his head.

Her brain was probably influenced by pigs.

She almost forgot that this aunt's family is a scholar, she is also a scholar anyway, there must be history books, so why is she still renting them?

The young man looked at Zhao Yuanle's reaction, and said again: "It's okay to have no deposit, but I want to see if you can read and understand. If you can read, I will rent the book to you."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanle walked over directly.

"go ahead."

Young man opens a book and finds a page.

"Come on, read it to me."

Zhao Yuanle saw the cover of this book.

Hua Dynasty history.

The first page…

Zhao Yuanle saw the narration of the history of the Hua Dynasty.

1368-1912
Ok?
this time period...

Zhao Yuanle was startled, then restrained his surprise, looked at the familiar traditional characters on it, and began to read.

From the moment Zhao Yuanle read the first word, the young man's expression changed.

Until Zhao Yuanle finished reading this page, he seemed to be still in doubt.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhao Yuanle asked aloud: "Is that okay? If you don't worry, I won't rent it." It just saved fifty cents.

"Oh, no, I don't worry, take these three books back and read them first."

As soon as the words fell, the little book boy understood the young man's eyes, and put three thick books in Zhao Yuanle's hands.

Zhao Yuanle felt the weight in his hands, and asked, "I only have fifty cents, how many days can I rent?"

Young man: "Then five days."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then I will return the book in five days."

For some reason, she felt that the young man had a perfunctory feeling when he said the number of days.

She was about to leave, but the young man stopped her.

"Come on, sign up."

The young man stood by the counter, took out a notebook, held a fine brush in his hand, and asked, "Name."

"Zhao Yuanle."

She saw that he just wrote a few random strokes, and the words that came out were very elegant.

Young man: "Today is the eighteenth day of March in the Gregorian calendar. Five days later, it will be the 23rd. Come and return the books."

Zhao Yuanle nodded, and gave him fifty cents from his body.

The young man just put the fifty cents aside casually. He looked at Zhao Yuanle curiously and asked another question.

"Where is your teacher from?"

"Hmm..." Zhao Yuanle rolled his eyes and said, "I never went to school."

The young man was even more curious: "Then how do you know how to read?"

Zhao Yuanle: "My aunt's family is a scholar. Her family used to be a scholar. She taught our daughter to read when she was young."

"Oh..." The young man was thoughtful: "Then is your aunt a foreigner? Did she come from the northern capital?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Why do you ask that?"

Young man: "I heard your accent when you were studying just now, it is very similar to that over there, but there are differences."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Ah, this... She has been here for the past few days, and she only speaks dialects. She just studied, and she is accustomed to Mandarin.

How can she explain her standard [-]A Mandarin accent...

Damn it, this halfway crossing is too easy to give away.

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle didn't speak, the man said again: "I don't mean anything, I'm just curious, if you don't want to talk, forget it."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Well, forget it."

Young man: "..." This girl is really upright.

Seeing that the young man was silent, Zhao Yuanle asked, "Can I go?"

The young man smiled when he heard the words: "Of course, you have paid for it."

Holding the three books in his arms, Zhao Yuanle hurriedly left here and rushed to his uncle's house.

But this young man was standing by the counter, with doubts on his brows that could not dissipate for a long time.

He was very curious as to what kind of words the little girl was speaking just now. The words were correct and round, and they sounded more like official Chinese than the local dialect of Beidu.

He was even more curious about whether the little girl's aunt came from the north?His ideas are quite avant-garde, and he also taught his daughter how to read and read, and what he read was history books.

(End of this chapter)