Chapter 7 Qinghe Town

At dawn, the rooster in the yard works hard and sings by its throat early in the morning.

Wang Sheng was not sleepy after being woken up by the rooster again, so he got up, first took out water from the water tank to wash himself, and then walked briskly in the courtyard to exercise.

After a few days of rest, Wang Sheng feels much better and will be able to try more fitness methods in a while. Just when the warm-up was over, I opened the "Three Character Classic" and read it. One night passed, and the subtle knowledge points had been forgotten. I reread it a few times and memorized it silently. When I regained my senses, it was already bright.

After finishing the morning meal, Wang Sheng and Wang Wenqiu, father and son, carried the necessary items and headed to the town.

Qinghe Town was dozens of miles away from Wangjia Village, and Wang Sheng had just recovered, so Wang Wenqiu took the initiative and paid two cents for a ride on a bullock cart owned by a family in the village.

This family is from out of town. They fled to Wangjia Village in their early years. They have wine-making skills and some connections. They regularly go to restaurants in Qinghe Town to deliver goods and buy some raw materials. It was also a coincidence that after the family finished loading the goods, there was still room on the wooden planks behind them, so they sat down.

"Brother Wenqiu, you went to town to sell mountain products again!"

Tao Dacong greeted and asked Wang Wenqiu to sit next to him.

Wang Wenqiu nodded and sat down.

"I heard before that your boy is dying, but today I saw him fine and full of energy! It seems that the village women are talking nonsense."

"He is in a coma. A while ago, I woke up a few days ago. "

Wang Wenqiu skipped this topic and said, "Da Cong, do you know where it is more affordable to buy this paper and pen? "

< p> "If you ask me, there is no better place to go than Yamo Hall, but if you want to pursue benefits, you should go to Qingqing Bookshop."

"What does this say?"

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Wang Sheng heard Tao Dacong say this from the back seat and couldn't help but ask.

"Ya Mo Tang is affiliated to Qian Duoduo, a big businessman named Qian in the Jiangnan area. The materials used and the level of sophistication are naturally unmatched by all our local Qing Qing bookstores. Qing Qing Shu As for the book store, it is a local book store opened by Mr. Liu after he took office. "

"Thank you Da Cong. You are the only one who can learn so much information." Thanks.

The "Three Character Classic" used by Wang Sheng was a book sent by Wang Wenqiu in his early years when he helped a scholar who fled the village to build a house. When Wang Sheng captured Zhou, this scholar sent him a book. After the situation stabilized, the scholar moved away from Wangjiacun, and no one knew where he went. Only then did Wang Wenqiu ask.

Tao Dacong bowed his hand and said, "You're welcome, you're welcome."

It was a long walk, and we sat on the bullock cart and talked, and it didn't take long to reach the town.

The appearance of the city wall is not tall and steep. Compared with the city walls Wang Sheng saw before, it is shorter and mottled.It was covered with vines and moss, and the lime had long since faded. Two government officials stood at the door, checking the passers-by.

Residents in the town have special tickets to pass through, while pedestrians, merchants and farmers from outside wait in line at another place. Today is the holiday, and many surrounding villages come to Qinghe Town to buy and sell goods. The chickens and ducks are locked in cages and chirp "chirp" and "quack", making it very lively.

It was about two moments when Wang Sheng was queued up. After the government officials checked, the three of them entered the city gate and went their separate ways. Tao Dacong drove the bullock cart to the restaurant, while Wang Wenqiu and Wang Sheng and his son went to the market first, preparing to take advantage of the crowds to sell some mountain products.

The market in Qinghe Town is crowded and noisy. It is a place full of vitality and vitality.

After listening carefully, it turned out that some people were selling heavy copper pots, hammers and other tools, and crisp knocking sounds and shouts could be heard from time to time. Some people also put home-cooked food on the stalls. There are many kinds of food. From the smell, you know it tastes good.

In such a market, the smell of fireworks and fragrance are intertwined, making people feel the excitement and richness of life, and bringing them together. The sunlight during the day shines through the treetops and illuminates this corner.

Wang Wenqiu and Wang Sheng, father and son, walked for a long time before they found a suitable place to put their own mountain products. There are people selling lettuce and the like all around, and their own mushrooms, wild fruits, wild vegetables and other mountain products are easy to sell. Wang Wenqiu laid out the mountain goods and sat down there, like an old monk in meditation, motionless. He would only tell the price when someone passed by and asked, and his tone was lukewarm.

Wang Sheng saw Wang Wenqiu selling goods like this, and watched how the people around him were selling, and started to yell: "Selling mountain goods! Selling mountain goods!"

"How do you sell this? ?" A gray-haired old lady bent down, rummaged through the stall, and picked up a chestnut and asked.

"Six cents per catty, grandma, I think you look like my grandmother. She is so kind, so I charge you five cents per catty. Do you think so?"

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"How can you call me grandma? Just wrap it all up. It's only five cents a pound, which I don't think is much." The old lady waved her hand, indicating that she didn't need it.

"That won't work. Five cents is five cents. Next time grandma still eats chestnuts and comes here, my dad and I will come here every month on holiday to sell mountain products."

Seeing that the deal was done, Wang Wenqiu quickly bagged the chestnuts and weighed them.

"Four catties, grandma. Just give me twenty cents."

The old lady took twenty-four cents and wanted to give it to Wang Sheng. Wang Sheng counted the twenty cents. The remaining money was put into the grandmother's basket along with the chestnuts.

It may be that everyone saw that Wang Sheng’s price was affordable, he was articulate, and the mountain goods were of good quality. After a while, Wang Sheng and Wang Wenqiu sold out the goods and got 160 Wen. . Later, Wang Sheng followed Wang Wenqiu toThe embroidery shop sold the handkerchiefs embroidered by Liu Zhaoxing for sixty cents. After spending twenty cents, he got a new batch of items from the embroidery shop.

After a long time passed after the sale of items was over, Wang Wenqiu and Wang Sheng asked someone for directions to Qingqing Book Shop.

Qingqing Bookstore is indeed a large bookstore. Students come in from time to time. There are several rows of wooden bookshelves in the room. Wang Sheng has not yet learned the complicated calligraphy and cannot identify the books on the bookshelves. I could vaguely see students walking around looking for books, and then taking the books to the shopkeeper to check out.

Next to the bookshelf, there is a mahogany desk and several wooden chairs. You can see some scholars picking up the books and studying them carefully, or some students gathering here to discuss, and some Students copy books on wooden table. After a student finished copying, he took what he had copied to the shopkeeper. After the shopkeeper identified it, he gave the student money.

After looking around for a week, Wang Sheng did not see pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Shopkeeper, do you have the four things for the study here?"

The shopkeeper lowered his head and could not see the child who was not as high as the counter asking. He thought for a moment and asked: "What do you want? The price is the best for studying."

"As long as it's cheaper," Wang Sheng said, adding another requirement, "It's more durable. I'm just learning calligraphy and don't need any delicate items."

The shopkeeper waved to the waiter and whispered a few words. Soon, the waiter brought several items.

"This pen is made of wool and is called a 'yang-hao pen'. It absorbs a large amount of ink and is more durable than a wolf-hao pen. It sells for eighty cents."

The shopkeeper put it down. This time, he picked up the ink next to him.

"This ink is produced by Yisu Zhai and sells for 100 Wen. This inkstone is 'Waza', which is a tile inkstone. It can draw ink quickly and is very popular among bookstores. , sold for two hundred coins. There was an event in the store, and the three of them were bought together to congratulate Master Liu on the birth of his son."

Wang Wenqiu counted the money and found only three hundred and two coins in his pocket. There are still seventy-eight words left. Wang Sheng also understood the situation and asked: "Shopkeeper, do you have any missing or damaged items? I don't have enough money at home, so I'm afraid I can't buy them."

The shopkeeper thought about it and really thought that he had one. I originally planned to dispose of the unsold items after a while. Giving them to relatives or breaking them into pieces and giving them to people who copied the books are both good choices. However, if I can sell them for some money and create revenue for Qingqing Book Store, I might be able to get them by the end of the year. The prefect’s appreciation.

The shopkeeper lowered his head and said a few words to the waiter, and the waiter brought another item.

"This is also an inkstone, but when carrying it, a careless man accidentally dropped it from a height to the ground and knocked a corner. This is your one hundred and twenty cents, and the brush and brush. Yisu Zhai's ink happened to make up three hundred articles."

Wang Sheng took it and saw that a piece of the inkstone was missing due to gravity, but the rest of the inkstone had no effect. It was very small. The corners are a little rough, but in one sentence it shows that you will make a profit if you buy it.arrive.

Wang Sheng and Wang Wenqiu thanked the shopkeeper together. Wang Wenqiu took out three hundred coins and handed them to the shopkeeper.

"No need to be too polite, no need to be too polite."

The shopkeeper humbly declined, and asked the waiter to pack it and deliver it to Wang Wenqiu. Wang Wenqiu opened the bag that Liu Zhaoxing had prepared. , put the things away, and then led Wang Sheng out of Qingqing Bookstore.

As time passed by, the restaurants around were already full. After Wang Wenqiu and Wang Sheng bought the four items for the study, they no longer had any money to continue eating, but Wang Wenqiu stood still in front of the restaurant. Asked: "Want to eat steamed buns?"

When Wang Sheng was in the bookstore, he saw that Wang Wenqiu only had two cents left in his pocket. If he bought the steamed buns, he would probably Walking home, he said: "I'm a little thirsty now and don't want to eat steamed buns. Dad, let's go back quickly. I want to eat what my mother made."

Wang Wenqiu led Wang Sheng to walk quickly Arrive at the appointed place and wait for Tao Dacong's arrival to get on the oxcart and return to the village. Soon after, Tao Dacong arrived with empty jars and purchased ingredients. The two boarded the oxcart and the three of them returned to Wangjiacun together.

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