Chapter 373 Isn’t this your study?

Wen Zhenyi was afraid that she would fall, so he quickly called out from behind, "Grandma, slow down. I'll be waiting for you at the village entrance."

"knew."

Wen Zhenyi shook his head helplessly, tidied up the study and walked towards the village entrance.

Ma Yinghe has been so busy lately, going out early and coming back late that she is nowhere to be seen. "Yi Yi, the sausages and bacon we made are all sold out. Do you want to order a little more?"

"Mom, you should ask Aunt Shi Hui. If the pig farm can supply it, there will be no problem."

Ma Yinghe thought for a moment and said, "I think we have to wait a little longer. Recently, there have been a lot more people coming to the surrounding areas of the county to buy piglets, and it seems that the supply is a bit insufficient."

"Then wait a little longer. I think next year I won't be so nervous."

"That's true. By then, people around the county will be able to raise pigs like before, so there's nothing to worry about."

When the three of them arrived in town, they went to order things separately.

Wen Zhenyi walked to Wenshufang. To be honest, the location of Wenshufang is quite remote and there are usually few people around.

The shopkeeper was slightly taken aback when he saw her: "Miss Wen, are you going to buy overseas pens and ink again?"

"Just buy domestic products this time." Then he handed him the drawings of the noodle machine.

The shopkeeper put away the drawings, feeling confused about the situation. There was something wrong with the code!

Wen Zhenyi looked around the shops in Wenshufang and said, "Boss, I want to buy some pens, inkstones, and brushes for the children in the school as festival gifts."

"Can I buy it here?" The shopkeeper was a little unsure.

"Isn't this your study?"

The shopkeeper looked around. He had been running the shop for so long that he might not even get a single sale a year. He had almost forgotten that he was still the owner of a study. "Of course it's a study."

"Then please bring me some good brushes, inkstones, and paper. I want to order quite a few, so you'd better give me a discount."

"Of course. Please wait a moment." The shopkeeper said and went to find the dusty pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Wen Zhenyi looked at the things on the counter, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He wondered how long it had been since there was any business.

The shopkeeper coughed lightly and said, "This has been stored for a long time, but it is definitely a good thing."

Wen Zhenyi wiped off the dust with his hand and looked at it carefully. It was indeed as he said, all of them were top-quality writings.

It's just that the paper has turned a little yellow after being stored for a long time, but it doesn't affect its use. It can still be used for children to practice writing.

"How many pens, inkstones, paper, and inkstones are there?"

The shopkeeper thought about it carefully. After the store was established, these things were sent from other places. He really didn't sell many of them. "I think there are about a hundred or eighty sets."

"Okay, I'll take them all."

The shopkeeper was a little confused now. These things were just for show at the time, and there was really no specific price. "How about you decide on the price?"

Wen Zhen's eyes turned: "You said so."

The shopkeeper was speechless for a moment, but the words were already spoken, he couldn't go back on his word!

He nodded reluctantly: "Yeah."

"One ounce of silver for each set. Please help me deliver it to the house."

"OK."

Wen Zhenyi glanced at the dusty books on the shelf again and said, "It's a waste to keep these books here with you. Why don't you sell them to me for one tael of silver each?"

"ah!"

Wen Zhenyi didn't wait for him to say anything else. He took out the banknote, put it on the counter, and turned to leave.

After she left, the shopkeeper looked at the banknotes in his hand, wondering whether the boss would be happy or unhappy when he knew about it.

Now that he had agreed, he went to find someone to deliver the pens, ink, paper, and inkstone from the warehouse and the books on the bookshelf to her.

When the spy came back at night and saw the empty shop, he thought he had gone to the wrong shop. He went back to look at the plaque above and confirmed that it was Wenshufang before going in.

As soon as I walked in, I saw the shopkeeper dusting off the bookshelves with a feather duster: "Was it robbed?"

“Have you ever seen anyone snatch a book?”

"Changed location?"

The shopkeeper explained the whole story and sent the news to the county town overnight.

When the old man Wen Zhenyi had met before received the news, he almost gasped for breath and shouted to the sky: "Those are all my treasures!"

However, they had no choice but to have someone prepare pens, ink, paper, inkstone and books and send them over overnight. However, this time they were smarter and did not have any extra of anything, and they also specifically instructed that they would not be sold.

Wen Zhenyi didn't know this, but if she knew, she might still do the same.

Why do you keep it as a treasure? Why not give it away and make a contribution?

When the pens, ink, paper and inkstone were delivered to the house, Wen Zhenyi grabbed Xiao Taozi and began to wipe the dust off them.

When Shen Xiucai came back, he saw the things piled up in the yard and walked over curiously to check: "Wen girl, what are you doing?"

"I went to buy some pens, ink, paper, and inkstones as holiday gifts for the children in the private school."

Shen Xiucai nodded and turned to leave. At this time, he accidentally saw the things they had wiped, and ran over to pick them up.

When Wen Zhen saw that he was suddenly so excited, he looked puzzled: “Grandpa Shen, what’s wrong with you?”

"Girl, where did you buy these things?"

"Manjusri House!"

"Anything else?"

"No, I bought them all back."

Zhu Tao looked at Shen Xiucai touching the book in his hand: “Grandpa Shen, is there any problem with these books?”

“These are rare books, and they are hard to find now.”

"That's perfect. I'm planning to put it in the library at the private school."

Just as Shen Xiucai was beaming with joy, he saw her holding a rag and about to touch a book, and he quickly shouted, "Don't move."

Wen Zhenyi was startled by her: "What's wrong?"

"Don't deal with these books, I'll do it." After saying that, he ran out quickly and grabbed all the teachers in the private school.

Their eyes sparkled when they saw the books on the ground.

At this time, someone looked at the pens and inks that Wen Zhenyi and the others had wiped, and excitedly hugged all of them in his arms: "These are all treasures!"

Wen Zhenyi looked at Zhu Tao. The two of them looked at the crazy old men in confusion: "What should we do now?"

"I think you need to buy a new gift for this festival."

"You have a point." Wen Zhenyi discovered that for teachers like them, a good set of four treasures of the study is more valuable than any other material things.

So Wen Zhen waved his hand and gave them the four treasures of the study.

But these little old guys were so happy that they held on to these things and almost got into a fight.

If it weren't for Lin Jie, Old Man Wen and Wen Chengwen stopping us, there would definitely be trouble today.

When Old Lady Wen and the others came back and saw a group of people with disheveled hair, they had lost all their image as role models. "What's going on?"

Wen Zhenyi then explained the whole story.

Old Lady Wen and the others were at a loss whether to laugh or cry when they heard this, but they also knew how much they loved these things.