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Mr. Zhuang was mainly looking for collections of essays published in recent years, and was not at all interested in the bamboo slips on this wall.

But the three children stood motionless on the bamboo slips, each looking for their favorite books.

But the contents of books that can be left behind with bamboo slips, or books that they made from bamboo slips, will not be very interesting.

So Bai Erlang searched for a long time and found only two volumes. He hugged the bamboo slips and said, "I have thought about it. I only need to read these two volumes in the next few months."

Bai Shanbao and Manbao both looked at him with disdain.

Man Bao looked to the left, and Bai Shan Bao looked to the right.

Bai Shanbao selected several volumes of bamboo slips, and a waiter gave him a basket to hold the bamboo slips.

Manbao squatted in the corner without moving for a long time. Bai Shanbao walked up with a basket and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Man Bao quickly waved to him, showed him the bamboo slip in his hand, and said, "Look, "Shui Jing Zhu"."

Bai Shanbao immediately squatted down and took it over to read. After reading for a long time, he asked, "There is no title, how do you know it is "Shui Jing Zhu"?"

"Isn't the table of contents of "Shui Jing Zhu" written in the "Book of Sui"? It's a pity that the "Book of Sui" collected in your home is not complete. What we see is a fragment. What is written on this bamboo slip is "River Water". I think it is

"Shui Jing Zhu"."

Bai Shanbao became excited and lowered his voice: "Let's look for it again."

Man Bao nodded, and the two of them started walking away from this position. After a while, Man Bao picked out two more bamboo slips and said slightly excitedly: "Both of these two volumes are from the Wei River."

Bai Shanbao also found two volumes and said, "This is the river."

Mr. Zhuang had chosen the book and wanted to invite the three children to go back together, but he saw Man Bao and the other two engrossed in looking for bamboo slips, and there were already many bamboo slips in the basket on the side.

He paused, shook his head and laughed, forget it, they are all books anyway, they are not short of money, they can buy them if they want.

So he was not in a hurry to go back, found a book, and found a place to sit down with his hands behind his back, reading and waiting for them.

Bai Erlang was sitting opposite him, holding a book and reading it with gusto.

Mr. Zhuang glanced at it and saw that it was a record of anecdotes and not some other nonsense, so he ignored it.

The clerk puts the books they selected in the basket, and then puts the basket at their feet. When they want to leave, they can carry the basket to check out.

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao stayed until the bookstore was about to close and it was almost dark outside, then they rubbed their small waists and put all the bamboo slips they found into the basket.

Because there are too many, one basket can't fit them all.

The waiter was very happy and brought another big basket. Considering that the two young guests were young, he thoughtfully carried the basket to the counter.

After all, a volume of bamboo slips is not light, and a basket of bamboo slips is even heavier.

Mr. Zhuang put away the book, looked up and saw the two baskets of bamboo slips, and couldn't help but fell silent.

He guessed that these two children would buy it, but he didn't expect that they would buy so much.

Mr. Zhuang coughed lightly and asked: "Man Bao, Shan Bao, don't you think about it any more?"

Bai Erlang also looked up from the book he was addicted to. When he saw the bamboo slips they chose, he screamed, "Are you crazy?"

Bai Shanbao glanced at him, saw the book in his hand, and asked, "Do you want to buy it?"

Bai Erlang felt guilty and looked at Mr. Zhuang furtively.

Mr. Zhuang only glanced at him and then looked away. Bai Erlang said to Bai Shanbao: "Buy!"

The waiter was afraid that they wouldn't buy it, so he quickly said: "Young Master, Miss, will I send you to check out?"

Bai Shanbao nodded, "Sir, please go first."

Man Bao went to pick up Mr. Zhuang's book basket.

Mr. Zhuang glanced at their book basket and felt something was wrong. After he had settled his books, he remembered, "Shanbao, didn't you come to the bookstore today to buy the books on the list? Those

Where are the books?”

Bai Shanbao opened his mouth wide...

Man Bao's eyes widened...

Bai Erlang was stunned for a moment and then couldn't help laughing.

The shopkeeper understood it when he heard it, and immediately said happily: "What book do you want to buy, young master? Why don't you give me the book list, and I will pick it up for you."

Bai Shanbao gave him the list of books. In the end, he bought the most books and spent the most money.

"Shui Jing Zhu" was taken out separately, and Man Bao paid for it. In the end, the two of them shared the money equally.

The shopkeeper flipped through it and found that each volume of bamboo slips had a serial number at the end, and the serial number represented the price.

Seriously speaking, the price of a bamboo slip is not higher than that of paper books. Although it is troublesome to engrave bamboo slips, there are not many words on a bamboo slip.

And nowadays, except for a small number of people, the vast majority of readers still prefer paper books.

Only fledgling children like Bai Shanbao thought it was cool to look at a scroll of bamboo slips. In fact, most of the bamboo slips now have manuscripts, but those manuscripts will not appear in their bookstores.

Because seriously speaking, the price of one bamboo slip is indeed lower than that of a book, but the price of ten bamboo slips must be much higher than that of a book.

Ten volumes of bamboo slips may not be enough to complete a book, so selling bamboo slips is still very cost-effective. The bamboo slips on the side of the bookstore are prepared for these young people.

The shopkeeper settled the accounts for them with a smile, and didn't mind at all that they delayed his closing time. It would be nice for such proud customers to come here every day.

The shopkeeper was very generous and gave them a book basket with books. Daji put three large book baskets in the car. There was no room for so many people in the car.

Man Bao looked around and saw that the sun was already setting. The stalls on both sides were closed except those selling food. The shops on both sides were similar. Except for restaurants and restaurants, the rest were also closed.

Man Bao then said: "Let's walk back and buy some food by the way."

Bai Shanbao and Bai Erlang nodded immediately, "Okay, okay."

Daji flatly refused, "No."

How could he trust the three little ones to go back?

Mr. Zhuang also opened the curtain and said, "Don't mess around. Go home first."

Man Bao: "Sir, you have been sitting in the bookstore for half the afternoon. You should take a walk to relax. How about we walk back together."

Bai Shanbao thought it made sense and repeatedly agreed, "My waist is sore from being in the bookstore for so long. Sir, please come down and take a walk. Let Daji drive the carriage by himself."

Daji:……

Mr. Zhuang:……

Bai Erlang climbed directly onto the carriage and asked Mr. Zhuang to get off.

He looked helplessly at the three disciples and at the familiar yet unfamiliar streets outside. Suddenly, Mr. Zhuang felt a sense of sadness in his heart, and he took Bai Erlang's hand and walked out of the car.

He glanced at the long street in front of him, nodded and said, "Okay, let's walk back."

Daji looked at them helplessly. Yizhou City is not Luojiang County. The streets here are spacious, but there are also many cars. He can't lead the horse and the car and walk slowly on the street. He can't even be found here.
Chapter completed!