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

Chapter 93 093 Chen Moying

On the way to Chunhui Bookstore, Zhao Yuanle still remembered that she went there by herself, and started to look curiously at the passers-by on the way.

She is mainly looking at the hair of passers-by.

After reading those books that day and getting a little understanding of this era, she had a doubt.

The current president prefers all kinds of new Western things, so he advocates men to cut simple short hair.

But most people are used to long hair, and they also firmly believe that their parents will not break their hair easily.

However, most of the young men that Zhao Yuanle saw along the way had short hair, only some old men still had long hair.

Zhao Yuanle was very puzzled and curious. This is not the first year. In a year, what method did the president use to make people cut their hair.

She rummaged through the memory of the original owner, but couldn't find anything specific.

But she thinks this great president is really amazing, he can change most people's inherent concepts in such a short period of time, awesome!
Walking around, Zhao Yuanle came to the door of this bookstore again.

This time, there was no young and handsome boss' son, but a middle-aged man wearing a square hat.

Seeing Zhao Yuanle walk in, the man greeted the guests with a smile on his face.

"Little girl, what do you want to buy?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Let me see for myself first."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation, and quickly withdrew his hand to do other things at the counter.

Zhao Yuanle walked into the bookstore and saw the little doorman who was sorting out the sundries inside.

She smiled at the little doorman, and the little doorman blushed in embarrassment and turned away.

With a chuckle, Zhao Yuanle began to read in front of the rows of bookshelves.

The books here are all in traditional Chinese characters, and they are placed in a category. Most of them are books that were needed for the imperial examinations in the past.

After looking around, Zhao Yuanle only saw Women's Rings and Women's Training, Women's Analects of Confucius, and Women's Fan Jielu in the corner, and dust had already fallen on them.

It can be seen that the rate of women's literacy and reading at this time is really too low.

After Zhao Yuanle finished reading, he turned around and began to look for some interesting books, such as those introducing customs and customs, or describing geography and scenery.

In the end, I found one for her.

Travel Notes of the Five Sacred Mountains.

Picking up this book, flipping through it for a while, and found that it not only records human geography, but also takes into account nature. Zhao Yuanle thinks it can be bought.

The man in the middle of the counter was still busy, and he only raised his head when Zhao Yuanle put the book in front of him.

He took a careful look at the books Zhao Yuanle bought and smiled.

"Little girl, do you still watch this?"

Zhao Yuanle: "This looks interesting, how much does it cost?"

Hearing this, the man laughed and said, "Two taels of silver. If you use silver dollars, you can add two hundred taels for two silver dollars. No bills will be accepted."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Good guy, knowledge is indeed the most expensive.

The man seemed to see Zhao Yuanle's embarrassment, and said again: "Actually, you can also borrow books, but you need a deposit. The main thing is that our books are all handmade by workers, not crudely made in machine factories, and the quality is guaranteed. .”

Zhao Yuanle secretly sighed in his heart.

She thought that she had earned a few silver dollars, and she could still afford to buy a book. Who knew that the price of this book could directly cost her nothing.

Forget it, can't afford it, don't buy it.

Zhao Yuanle put down the book: "I don't have that much money, so I won't buy it."

The man seemed to have expected it, put the book back with a smile, nodded to Zhao Yuanle, and then continued to work on his things with his head down.

Just when Zhao Yuanle was about to go out, a person walked up to him.

The man who was working there with his head bowed seemed to have eyes on the side of his head, so he stopped what he was doing and bowed to the person who came.

"Master."

Zhao Yuanle looked over and saw the handsome boss' son.

The boss's son obviously remembered her too.

"Well, the little girl is here again?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Well, let me take a look."

The owner's son saw the book on the counter and reached out to take a look.

His gaze fell from the book to Zhao Yuanle's face: "It's amazing, you still read this, do you remember it after reading it?"

Zhao Yuanle: "..." She seems to have acted coercively to many people?

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle was silent, the boss' son laughed softly.

"Like it?"

Zhao Yuanle: "After a few glances, I found it interesting. I wanted to buy it, but I didn't have that much money, so I didn't buy it."

Upon hearing this, the boss' son put the book in Zhao Yuanle's hands.

"If you like to read it, you can take it and watch it, and after you finish watching it, just return it."

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help feeling: "Aren't you afraid that I won't pay you back?"

The boss's son: "Not afraid."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then don't register again!"

The boss' son smiled and shook his head: "No need, I already know your name."

Zhao Yuanle let out a long sigh, and then asked, "Then what's your name?"

The boss's son spoke slowly, his voice was as gentle and soft as the temperament of his whole body.

"Chen Moying."

After finishing speaking, Chen Moying picked up a pen and wrote these three words on a blank piece of paper.

Zhao Yuanle glanced at it, read it lightly, and whispered, "As expected of a scholarly family."

The names chosen all have a lot of culture and level.

Chen Moying heard Zhao Yuanle's words and asked with a smile, "Where do you think this is an allusion?"

Coincidentally, Zhao Yuanle still remembered this poem.

"Ink marks produce summer rain, and pens are familiar with autumn wind. Is this it?"

Chen Moying's eyes flickered, and she couldn't help asking.

"Which poem is this? Never heard of it?"

"Ah?" Zhao Yuanle was also a little surprised, but quickly realized it.

There are poems and music in this world, as well as books or content of the same type, but the specific words and authors are different, and they are all different.

So she remembers this poem, it may not exist in this world, or there may be similar ones, there may not be the same ones, and the same ones may not be very famous.

Seeing this, Chen Moying said again: "I am ignorant and ignorant. There are thousands of poems in the world, and there are naturally many good poems that I have never heard of.

But my name did not come from this, but because I picked up a piece of ink when I was a child, and it happened that the five elements were short of water, so the fortune teller added a Ying character to it. "

Zhao Yuanle: "So that's how it is." The simple and crude nomenclature is because she thought too much.

Chen Moying couldn't help but read the poem Zhao Yuanle said softly, with an expression of admiration on her face.

"It's a good poem, but I don't know if I can hear the whole poem."

Zhao Yuanle heard the words, and began to recite them very directly.

"Zi Geng, Song...cough cough.

There is no flood or drought in this field, only in the inkstone pool.

If you are good at making the body of various families, you can accomplish the eight dharma exercises.

The ink marks produce summer rain, and the pen is familiar with the autumn wind.

Those who work hard in the coir hat often worry about the lack of harvest. "

After listening, Chen Moying asked, "The author's name is Song Keke?"

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

(End of this chapter)