Being scolded for dragging the oil bottle, the sturdy small peasant girl farmed to get rich

Chapter 127 Disapproval ([-] more)

Chapter 127

Even if Li Xian has a photographic memory, he still has to read it word by word, but what are Ling Heng's eyes?
It is not an exaggeration to say that after his eyes and head are combined, it can be compared to the cameras of later generations!
Turning a page, you don't need to watch him read it, he just glanced at it, and he can say it word for word!
In the world, there really is such a powerful ability. This ability should far surpass the ability of not forgetting, what is it?
Yun Xi suppressed the "pounding" heart, and looked at Ling Heng with bright eyes: "Don't be so busy, you should read all these ten books."

"It's just a picture memory. If I don't recall it, I can't absorb and understand it," Ling Heng looked helplessly at Yun Xi, who looked like a happy child who ate sweets.

"What's the point? You print the contents of ten books in your mind first, and then we silently read them out, won't you be able to absorb and understand them?"

This ability to absorb and understand is also what she longs for.

Yun Xi looked at Ling Heng longingly, envy almost spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Ling Heng turned his face away uncomfortably, picked up the book to read, and then silently wrote the words one by one on the paper that can be bound into a book.

It was late at night, so the two of them boiled the oil and lighted the wax and continued to do their own things.

For the sake of eyes, Yun Xi spent money to rent three candlesticks from the homeowner, and these three candlesticks were all lit with wax, please make sure that the light is not too dim, which hurts the eyes.

But even so, it is still very different from the electric lights of later generations.

It was almost ten o'clock, and the two of them fell asleep, and then the next morning, the two of them woke up at dawn, and finished the things they hadn't done yesterday.

Ling Heng's hands were quick, and he basically did all the work.

When it was noon, the stomachs of the two of them made a terrible "gurgling" sound, and they were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs.

But that sense of accomplishment is more gripping than hunger.

"Come on, let's go to sell it."

Yun Xi only left those discarded things in this room, it didn't matter whether he would look through them or not.

Yun Xi and Ling Heng left with heavy things on their front feet, and the owner's family secretly opened the room where the two of them slept to look around.

"No money."

"What's the matter with the paper left here? It's all ink, it's stolen!"

"Those ten broken books! They took them away too!"

"hateful……"

A family of thieves blamed Yun Xi and the others for not leaving them something to steal.

This logic is gone.

Today happened to be due for the rent, and Yun Xi and the two didn't plan to go back to renew the rent, but went to the inn to rent a small room, and put the worthless oil paper, ten old books, and ten new books in the room. inside.

When they came, nothing was in the way, and they let the waiter see that they were carrying some worthless things.

When they left the room, the waiter was not only not interested in things, but even less interested in the two poor people.

Yun Xi and Ling Heng went to the bookstore from yesterday again.

"Does the shopkeeper accept the book? It's brand new," Yun Xi said with a smile.

"Huh?" The shopkeeper obviously recognized Yun Xi.

The main reason was that the two of them left a deep impression on him yesterday.

"Hey, yesterday I was thinking about storing books, and today I was thinking about selling books. You are flexible enough. It's just that you copied a book in one day. Isn't this word crooked?"

The bookstore clerk is still the young man from yesterday, with a poisonous mouth and no virtue in his mouth.

But Yunxi knew that he was just a man of good faith, and he was willing to help others in essence, so she replied with a smile: "This resale book, of course, has to undergo inspection. If the inspection fails, it cannot be published."

When the shopkeeper picked up the twenty new books, he was a little disapproving, but when he flipped through them, his face suddenly changed.

(End of this chapter)