It’s not just because Qin Zhao is so famous now.

Jing Li was a restless person, and when the weather was still warm, he would often bring the little fish cubs to play around here. The little cubs were not afraid of strangers, and they were all pretty and lovable.

As Jing Li walked along the way, many vendors and pedestrians greeted him, until he left the street and no one recognized him anymore.

This is the difference between the city and the village.

Mountain villages are sparsely populated, so everyone in the nearby villages knows each other well. It's not surprising that their ancestors knew each other. But the population of the capital city is large, and the mobility is high. Apart from the close proximity of neighbors, most people are strangers. Someone as famous as Qin Zhao might not be recognized even on the street.

However, Jing Li prefers the feeling of being in the provincial capital.

Perhaps it was because he had lived in the modern world for a while, and he felt a little uncomfortable with the life in the mountain village where no one had any secrets. In the capital city, he could live his own life without having to worry about hiding secrets or worrying about other people's opinions. This kind of life made him feel more comfortable.

The city was huge, with many carriages and sedan chairs waiting to pick up passengers. But Jing Li couldn't bear to spend money on transportation. Fortunately, it was almost noon when he left, so he didn't feel too cold walking on the road under the scorching sun.

After a stick of incense, he stood in front of a bookstore that was neither too big nor too small.

The city of Jiangling Prefecture is divided by a river into East City and West City. Jing Li usually lives in East City, which is mostly residential, while West City is home to night markets, gambling houses, and restaurants. The two cities are connected by several stone bridges, and the bookstore Jing Li visited is located at the bridgehead of West City.

This is not the main street, but it is the only way to get to the night market, and the geographical location is excellent.

Yet, despite such a prime location, there was little business today. The bookstore was completely empty, and the counter by the door was also vacant. The door lay casually open, and the bustling streets made it look rather deserted.

Jing Li straightened his collar, picked up the snacks he had just bought on the roadside, and walked into the bookstore.

The bookstore was filled with the smell of stale paper and ink. Jing Li looked around and found that most of the bookshelves were empty. Several piles of books were neatly stacked in the corner, some even tied with hemp rope.

Jing Li frowned slightly.

He walked to the pile of books and accurately pulled out a book with a familiar cover from a pile of drama and storybooks.

This storybook is much thinner than ordinary ones. There are no pictures on the plain blue cover, only the name of the storybook.

——"Dream Talk Notes·Volume 1"

There are many people in the city, and bookstores rarely sell handwritten books anymore, most of them are printed.

During this era, each prefecture had different regulations regarding the printing and publishing of books. In Jiangling Prefecture, there were dozens of bookstores of all sizes, but only seven or eight of them had the right to publish books.

This bookstore is one of them.

To publish a book in the provincial capital, the bookstore owner must first review the manuscript and submit an application to the official in charge of the government office. Only after the application is approved can the book number be purchased and batch printing can be carried out.

Book number, printing, binding, none of them are free of charge.

Therefore, many new books intentionally reduce the content of the first volume to reduce costs. If sales reach the expected profit, the content will be enriched when the second volume is printed.

The same is true of the book "Dream Talk Notes" in Jing Li's hand.

This storybook only has the first volume. Not only is it thin, but the binding is also very ordinary. I can't even afford to hire an illustrator to draw a beautiful cover.

It looks a bit unremarkable among a pile of colorful notebooks.

Jing Li opened the title page and saw the author's name in the lower right corner of the book.

Zhaoli.

Just then, someone opened the curtain of the inner hall and came out. Seeing the guest coming, he hurriedly came forward to greet him: "Sir, are you here to buy books? What kind of books do you want?"

Jing Li took off his hood, turned his head and smiled at the person who came: "Boss Chang, it's me."

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