Don't be too sweet

Chapter 1580 Can't hold back ([-])

Chapter 1580 Can't hold back ([-])

"Look at it, look at it," Er Hua blinked, inheriting her mother's long eyelashes, fluttering like a feather fan.

The boy couldn't help but carefully looked at Erhua, and didn't say anything.

The people who came out of the shop behind deliberately hid the books in their bosoms, so that Er Hua could see them.

Seeing that the most crowded time has passed, and now there are few people, He Guangming and the others can't help but look around for fun.

Another person hides the book and walks up to Er Hua.

In fact, they didn't know that what they did was already a hint that they were hiding books on their bodies.

This baby Erba is smart, seeing their deliberately swaying in front of him, he knew they were teasing him again.

He was not careless, pointed at the man's sleeve and said, "It's hidden in your sleeve."

"But my left sleeve is the same size as my right sleeve, how can you tell? Are you talking nonsense?" the man deliberately fooled.

"I'm sure, it's in your right sleeve!" Er Hua answered firmly, but it surprised the curious onlookers present.

Sure enough, the man took out a thin booklet from his right sleeve, a booklet bound with staples.

"How did you see that?"

People who are seen will always have such a question.

Erba spread his hands: "If you see it, you can see it."

Everyone was also full of novelty, and some people followed Erhua and began to check.

Obviously, their eyes were far inferior to Er Hua's, and they didn't see any problems.

He Shanshan, the mother, couldn't help looking at Erhua curiously, and also felt amazed.

She met Yang Jiu's eyes, seeming to ask questions, but also curious.

Yang Jiu gave He Shanshan a calm look.

She just watched from the sidelines.

By noon, there were no funny people, and there were only some people reading quietly in the bookstore.

There are only one-twentieth of the books in the bookstore left.

Obviously, He Guangming will be busy next time.

"By the way, can you save a copy of this book for me?"

A shabby-looking scholar pleaded.

When He Xiangqian and Zhang Qiaoshou saw the scholar's appearance, their hearts tensed up. Subconsciously, Zhang Qiaoshou blurted out: "Yes, I can give you a little more money, and charge you three hundred Wen."

He Guangming opened his eyes wide and didn't know how to solve it for a moment.

He Shanshan stroked her forehead with her hand, and said, "My mother means to bind a white book, and the shop will provide pen and ink for you to copy, and you can take the copy you copied, and you will only be charged three hundred cash."

The scholar couldn't help being happy when he heard that, he clasped his fists at He Shanshan, and at He Guangming, Zhang Qiaoshou, and He Qianqian: "Thank you very much."

Zhang Qiaoshou frowned and looked at He Shanshan. She felt that it was okay to be nice to poor scholars once in a while. He was a scholar.

He Shanshan: "..." She understood the meaning of her mother's actions intellectually.

In ancient times, people who could read and write were highly regarded, and some scholars could not afford to read, and they all relied on financial support from rich and noble families, similar to the bursaries in her previous life. The difference is that in ancient times, being funded was to be exploited, but It's not a matter of working for him for a few years.

"Father and Mother, it's noon, shall we go to Second Brother's shop for dinner?" He Shanshan simply turned her attention away.

The poor scholar didn't think there was anything wrong with He Shanshan's proposal at all, and he was still happy there, asking He Guangming when he could copy the book.

He Guangming replied: "Tomorrow, I didn't prepare a blank book today."

The poor scholar expressed his understanding, put down the book in his hand, but kept saying: "I will definitely arrive tomorrow, I will definitely arrive, this is all the money I can afford right now, please don't mind my boss."

"Wouldn't it be better to just give the book to others?" Zhang Qiaoshou couldn't hold back, and glared at He Guangming.

(End of this chapter)