Chapter 22 Study
Cui Qingyi waved her hand. When she was young, she was forced by Yuan to learn needlework. Although she learned embroidery and clothing making, her eyes and hands would hurt when she saw needles and threads.
"No, take your time."
Taking advantage of the fact that the sun was not too strong, Cui Qingyi took an umbrella to block the sun and prepared to go out to the bookstore on the street.
Konjac was a little worried about her going out alone, so she put down her needlework and reminded her, "Miss, don't go down to the bottom of Dongshan Mountain. Just look at the bookstores on the street and come back early."
Having lived in Dongping County for almost a month, going in and out every day, Konjac had to admit that the public security in Dongping County was indeed good, and was not much worse than that in Qinghe City.
The county magistrate Zhou, who was praised by the people in the county, did have some ability.
Cui Qingyi nodded: "I know, I won't go far, I'll be back in more than an hour."
Cui Qingyi never becomes arrogant when it comes to matters concerning her own safety.
Just as she stepped out of the door, the big black dog that had been quietly napping under the eaves suddenly got up and followed her. Cui Qingyi looked at its appearance and said with a smile, "Why, you still want to come with me?"
Wangcai shook his tail vigorously, and the meaning was self-evident.
Konjac grabbed Wangcai by the neck and said, "Why are you going there? A bookstore is not the place where you can get a dog like that. Besides, you're so big, what if you scare people on the street?"
Wangcai was ruthlessly pulled back by the konjac, and Cui Qingyi went out alone.
Although they raised Wangcai and Wangcai had behaved very well during this period, Cui Qingyi never forgot the fierce look she saw in his eyes, nor did she forget that the mule seller said that Wangcai would bite people.
In this kind of situation, it is better to be safe than sorry.
Dongping County has produced several scholars and students. Although no one from the county has achieved great success in the court, the cultural atmosphere of Dongping County is quite strong. In addition to the foot of Dongshan Mountain where the academy is located, there are also many bookstores on the streets of the county.
Cui Qingyi randomly picked a bookstore and stopped, looking up. Moxiangzhai was a good name.
As you walk in, the first thing you see is the counter. A young man in his twenties is leaning back in a chair, reading a book in a relaxed posture.
Seeing someone come in, he pointed to the bookshelf inside without even looking up and said, "Go and look for any book you want to buy. Be careful, or you'll have to pay for it if you get it dirty or damaged."
Then his attention returned to the book in his hand.
Although it wasn't the students' day off yet, the bookshop wasn't deserted. Cui Qingyi browsed around for a while before finding the shelf dedicated to storybooks.
In modern times, Cui Qingyi always thought that people's lives must have been extremely scarce in the ancient society where technology was backward. But when she really lived in it, she realized that the spiritual world of the ancients was not scarce at all.
Everything that was forbidden within the boudoir was lavishly described, praised, and passed on by the literati, just like the embarrassing fire avoidance diagram, which was displayed openly on the bookshelf in the bookstore.
Speaking of the Fire Avoidance Painting, Cui Qingyi had seen it when she got married at the age of fifteen. She was amazed by the painter's superb skills at that time.
The genres of the storybooks were also rich and varied, including historical novels, heroic legends, mythical stories, and stories about talented scholars and beautiful women. Cui Qingyi was not interested in the storybooks about talented scholars and beautiful women, so she picked up a few storybooks about historical novels and myths.
Just as she was about to continue walking around, she was bumped into by a man dressed as a scholar who was walking with his head down, and the book in her hand fell to the ground.
The falling book made quite a noise in the quiet bookstore, startling the scholar. He glanced at Cui Qingyi in panic and said quickly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was so engrossed that I didn't look where I was going."
Cui Qingyi raised her eyebrows silently, and thought to herself that this scholar had a good appearance, especially his eyes.
The scholar quickly put the book away and handed it back to Cui Qingyi: "I'm so sorry, I was so careless."
Cui Qingyi took the book and said indifferently: "Nothing."
Qi Moxuan was engrossed in reading when he was interrupted by a sound in the bookstore. He looked up and saw a scholar who had been reading books in his bookstore for the past few days standing in front of a girl.
Qi Moxuan raised his eyebrows. His bookstore was very popular among young ladies because it sold the latest novels, so more young ladies from wealthy families came to visit.
Over time, he was targeted by some guys with bad intentions, and his legitimate bookstore became a place for these guys with bad intentions to hook up with decent girls.
This person has been reading quietly every time he came to his bookstore these days. He thought this person was ambitious. Although he didn't buy any books, he didn't say anything to drive him away for a few days. Unexpectedly, he was also a hypocritical guy.
Looking at the girl he blocked, although she was not dressed richly, she had an outstanding temperament, and her words and deeds were generous and decent. It was obvious that such a girl was not something that an ordinary family could raise. This guy had good taste.
Qi Moxuan hated such things and was about to go up to help the girl, but he saw a half-smile on the girl's face and said something. The scholar, who was originally pretending to be pretentious, turned around and left in a panic.
Seeing that no one suffered any loss, Qi Moxuan sat down again.
He thought to himself that he had to find a way to intervene in this situation. From last year to this year, Dongping County had seen several romantic affairs involving talented men and beautiful women, and all of them had met in his Moxiangzhai.
This is a good thing for others, but in Qi Moxuan's view it is simply a disaster. If he lets these guys continue to mess around, his Moxiangzhai will be finished sooner or later.
Cui Qingyi came to pay the bill with the book, and Qi Moxuan made a few calculations on the abacus: "A total of eight taels of silver."
Seeing that she was holding books of historical novels, Qi Moxuan offered to sell her on the books: "We have the latest novels by Qingfeng Gongzi in our bookstore. They are on the front shelf. Would you like to take a look?"
Cui Qingyi shook her head. "That's all."
Taking the book wrapped in oil paper, Cui Qingyi asked casually, "Do you need someone to copy the book?"
She reads fast and finished these books in less than five or six days. She plans to find something else to do to pass the time and earn some money at the same time.
Qi Moxuan looked at the customer in surprise. This man had just bought a few storybooks and spent eight taels of silver without blinking an eye. It was obvious that he was not short of money. Why was he thinking of copying books?
Could it be that the family has fallen on hard times?
"Miss, you've seen it too. Dongping County has many scholars, so there's no shortage of copyists."
Cui Qingyi nodded in understanding, took her book, and turned to leave. She thought to herself that having too many readers wasn't a good thing, as even copying a storybook was being snatched up by others.
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