Chapter 44 Found

Her eyes, which were not working well at that time, saw again.

It was very dark, so a man sneakily broke the door lock and threw the burning firewood in. Almost at the same time, shopkeeper Hu appeared with an angry and shocked expression on his face.

The man did not hesitate to lift an object and hit Shopkeeper Hu on the head. Shopkeeper Hu fell down.

As Shopkeeper Hu fell to the ground, the scene ended and the brightness returned to his eyes.

"My boss?"

"The shopkeeper is busy first, I have something to think about."

After hearing what Xin You said, shopkeeper Hu didn't dare to disturb him and ran to the front to deal with the people who came to sell stories from time to time.

Xin You didn't rush to ask shopkeeper Hu, she wanted to recall the scene carefully to see if she could find any useful details.

It was too dark to see clearly what color the door was. Only the light from the firewood thrown into the door and the lantern held by Shopkeeper Hu barely illuminated their faces for a moment.

Then shopkeeper Hu fell to the ground and the screen disappeared - wait a minute.

Xin Youyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she saw the moon in the sky that was almost ignored in the picture.

That's a full moon.

I feel tired when I ask.

Shopkeeper Hu followed closely, thinking that Xin You would continue to look at other warehouses, but unexpectedly she walked towards the busy craftsmen.

After listening to the first half of the sentence, the man thought it was cool. After hearing the second half, he immediately became angry: "I said, a little girl doesn't know how to open a bookstore, so she might as well go home and play the piano and embroider."

When Xin You passed by, she heard someone shouting: "Shopkeeper, please take a closer look. This story was written by me without rest for days and nights. Not to mention it is a world-shattering work, compared to Mr. Ping An's story."

At most it's a little bit..."

The color of the dark stone bricks is indistinguishable, and there is a damaged piece at the joint, which looks like a half-moon.

The bookstores on the other side competed maliciously, not only poaching Mr. Ping An, but also driving down the prices of such books. Their precious young master, faced with Yaxin Bookstore’s various tactics, had no countermeasures and simply surrendered.

"My boss has thought it through." Shopkeeper Hu handed over his hand.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xin You suddenly stopped and asked casually, "Shopkeeper, what is in this room?"

The man stretched out his hand and pointed at shopkeeper Hu who followed him out: "Boss, your shopkeeper is not good. I advise you to replace him as soon as possible, otherwise the shop will close sooner or later."

Because the time was too short and the light was dim, although she saw the face of the perpetrator, she felt a little familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was for the moment.

After clearing her mind, Xinyou took Xiaolian to the front.

"Of course, this kind of books are printed every year. Once the stereotype is broken, it will be a big loss."

Shopkeeper Hu smiled bitterly: "In the past, there were only a few people, and there wasn't much to buy... In fact, with a little careful management, this kind of books have stable sales. Moreover, the stereotypes of these books are ready-made, and the printing cost is low..."

If I think about it again and again, there will be no more valuable information.

Not long after, Xiaolian came over with a nurse. The tall and strong nurse held a big watermelon in one hand.

"The shopkeeper will accompany me to the printing shop again."

The shaking light allowed her to see clearly what the ground looked like.

Xin You didn't want to argue with irrelevant people, so she smiled and said: "Go slowly without seeing me off."

Xinyou stopped the craftsman from saluting and walked slowly.

The missing plates for "The Story of Peony" are about to be engraved, and the printed poems are also bound in volumes and will be available for sale soon.

Xinyou closed her eyes again, and the picture emerged.

In addition to shopkeeper Hu who fell to the ground, there was also a lantern that fell to the ground.

Thinking that Xin You didn't understand this, shopkeeper Hu explained: "The people who buy the classics and historical collections are mainly real scholars. If a big bookstore like ours lacks these, it will not be on the market."

When the craftsmen heard this, they all gathered around, no matter whether they were working or not.

Xin You murmured: "Jibu..."

The watermelon soaked in the well water was a bit cold and extraordinarily sweet. The craftsmen ate so hard that they didn't even think about talking, and all their attention was focused on the big watermelon.

As for the time, judging from her many years of experience, most of the scenes she saw would happen within a short period of time, and the full moon was probably one of the three days from the 14th to the 16th of this month.

The location of Shopkeeper Hu's accident can probably be determined by the damaged floor tile.

Xin You was accompanied by Shopkeeper Hu to the printing shop and saw the busy craftsmen.

"Hmph, dogs look down on people!" The man grabbed the book with his hands and walked out angrily. When he saw Xin You stopped, he looked at her and asked, "Is this girl the new owner of Qingsong Bookstore?"

Although Shopkeeper Hu didn't know Xin You's purpose, he was not impatient at all.

"You——" The man punched the cotton, threw up his sleeves with a dark face and walked away.

Xinyou nodded.

At Xinyou's signal, Xiaolian shouted: "Everyone, let's take a break and eat watermelon to quench our thirst."

"I understand." Xin You nodded and walked forward. Where the embroidered shoes were removed, there was a half-moon-shaped defect at the joint of the stone bricks.

"In this way, these stereotypes must be protected."

Shopkeeper Hu was greatly embarrassed: "My boss, it's not that I'm picky, it's that the story written by that scholar is nonsense -"

Xin You's tone was calm, but Shopkeeper Hu was deeply moved by her defense just now, and then she was worried: "My boss, this kind of down-and-out scholar loves to complain. I'm worried that he will talk nonsense and affect those who want to sell stories."

"This is the warehouse where stereotypes are kept. This warehouse is where the department is kept."

The clerk Liu Zhou was busy greeting the customers who came into the store, and the shopkeeper Hu entered a small room connected to the lobby. It was his temporary resting place on weekdays and was used to receive people who came to sell stories.

Xin You smiled: "Thank you for reminding me. Don't worry, I will definitely not change the shopkeeper."

"The shopkeeper doesn't have to worry about this. If he spreads the word that we are picky, it will stop those people who want to get lucky just by writing a random story, while those who are confident of writing a good story will still try it."

From the perspective of the old shopkeeper, this is a sign that the new owner is motivated, which is much better than the old owner who just wanted to sit at home and read a storybook.

"I'm really sorry to make you go all the way in vain." Shopkeeper Hu said politely, but had no intention of letting go.

"I've looked at it carefully and it really doesn't meet our requirements. I'm sorry."

"We have to spend five hundred taels for a story, how can we not be picky?"

"You just glanced at it a few times, but where did you look carefully?"

"Xiao Lian, go to the backyard and bring two watermelons soaked in the well water to quench everyone's thirst." Xin You ordered as he walked.

This familiarity led her to conclude that the perpetrator should be at Qingsong Bookstore.

Half a month——

"I see that not many people came to buy these before."

Xin You silently and carefully scanned the faces eating watermelon, and finally stopped on one person's face.

He was a young man in his early twenties, with a rectangular face, thin, and looked a little lackluster.

Xin You pursed her lips.

Found it.
Chapter completed!