In the early morning, mist mixed with smoke from fireworks drifted throughout Xunxian County.

Various breakfast stalls were the first wave of excitement, and then people going to the market, various shops also opened one after another, and the whole county suddenly became lively.

The most inconspicuous place on Caishi Street is a shop called "Chengyou Bookstore".

Tao Qian slowly closed the account book and exhaled a breath of stale air.

I stayed up all night and read this journal.

Tao Qian already understood the prices and many details of this world, and he integrated into his new identity without any obstacles.

I got up straight away and went to the sleeping bunk in the back first.

When he came back, there was a green cloth bag in his hand. When he opened the mouth of the bag, he could hear jingling sounds for a while.

During the pause, the counter was filled with a few silver dollars, a few silver dimes, and dozens of copper plates.

Tao Qian counted them first and frowned.

Then, he counted it a second time and frowned even tighter.

He didn't count the money for the third time, but put the coins back into his wallet with great care and muttered helplessly:

"The family's savings have been almost wiped out for more than half a month. They only have eight yuan and seventy cents left, plus fifty-three copper yuan. He is really a prodigal."

"One copper dollar can buy ten or eight pieces of candy, or a piece of big cake with oil sticks. If you add one copper dollar, you can also buy a bowl of spicy soup. The purchasing power seems to be sufficient, but you can't stand it. This is the total assets.

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"Not to mention daily expenses such as food, clothing, entertainment, etc., the monthly rent of this store alone is 20 yuan, and the biggest item is the purchase of books..."

"That is to say, I am very poor now."

Tao Qian pinched his money bag and complained about his original self.

Based on current prices, it would be difficult for him to keep this Chengyou Bookstore open for a month.

The only thing that comforted Tao Qian was that there was actually a way to make money hidden in the account book.

It's just that the original owner felt it was insulting to politeness, so he didn't continue.

"The so-called food and sex, after a full stomach, to satisfy the spiritual life, this is perfectly normal, how can it be insulting to politeness?"

"If there is no business later, I will go to the bookstore to look for it. I will buy the whole set of "The Shadow of Flowers Parting the Curtain", "The Illusion of the Sky", "The Companion of Lianxiang", and "The True History of Zen", and quietly spread the word, I am this

The most handsome boy in Tiao Cai Street."

"The scholar is really boring. He thinks these books are too vulgar, and he scolds the guests who come to visit him. But he secretly writes down the titles of the books in his diary."

"Sure enough, the person who writes the diary can be a serious person?"

Tao Qian put the money bag in his arms and used his complaints to dilute his confusion after time travel and rebirth.

Maybe it's because he has become an "immortal weirdo" or his mood is too agitated.

Having stayed up all night, Tao Qian felt no sleepiness at all.

Listening to the various cries coming from outside, Tao Qian simply got up and washed himself.

After a few minutes, he opened the door solemnly.

The sky suddenly brightened before my eyes, and the lively scene hit me with a strong sense of reality.

Although it was only around eight or nine in the morning, the county town was already crowded with people.

Tao Qian was stunned for a few seconds, and then slowly and seriously, he took in the many scenes in front of him:

It's a steaming hot wonton stall with lots of customers.

An old beggar was lying on the ground at the entrance of the alley, struggling to pick up a broken piece of cornstarch.

A dozen refugees who had fled from other places entered the city early in the morning, wearing ragged clothes and looking sallow and thin.

There are barbers knocking on locks and vendors selling all kinds of supplies on the street.

A kid from a rich family is running rampant in the city, trying out a foreign gadget called a "bicycle".

Not far away, by the window of the attic of a new-style hotel, two slender ladies in cheongsam were holding coffee cups and chatting comfortably.

New-style soldiers came from outside the city, wore military uniforms, carried rifles, and rode tall horses across the main street.

A man of the rivers and lakes who wears a bundt, has a strong body, and carries all kinds of strange weapons.

…

"Plausible."

Tao Qian looked complicated and sighed helplessly.

Just as I was about to do something, I heard a growl in my stomach.

This beep reminded Tao Qian that he was now a human again.

Without resisting, Tao Qian deliberately walked a little further to the other end of the street and bought a large bag of steamed buns.

He walked slowly along the way, imitating his original walking style of a pedantic scholar.

When I returned to the bookstore, I had just one steamed bun left in my hand, and Yu Wen ate it in a few bites.

Naturally, it was impossible for anyone to come to buy books so early in the morning, but Tao Qian didn't intend to sit idle.

Rolling up my sleeves, I started to tidy up the messy bookstore.

Although he is very poor now, he is still a wealthy person.

During the sorting process, Tao Qian picked up a book of interest from time to time and hurriedly scanned it. Most of them were "Gods, Demons, Zhiguai", "Extraordinary Stories", "Weird Documentaries" and the like.

His idea was to see if he could get a glimpse of the world, or a glimpse of the extraordinary world of cultivation.

Experienced beheading, immortality, rebirth, plus two memories of local aborigines.

Tao Qian guessed that there are demons, ghosts, gods, and immortals in this world, and there are also probably human practitioners.

His current goal is to settle down and survive well.

If there was an opportunity to understand the truth and touch the extraordinary, he would not let it go.

Unfortunately, after working for half an hour, he found nothing.

It is normal and common sense, whether it is immortal cultivators or demons, some may mix with humans, but there will definitely be a gap in the middle.

Even if ordinary people are determined to find it, they may not be able to do so.

In this regard, we pay attention to the so-called opportunity.

Of course, after working hard for half an hour, there was some reward. At least Tao Qian had a complete understanding of his bookstore.

This small shop mainly sells elementary school books and calligraphy copybooks, and most of its profits come from this category.

Other books, such as travel notes, novels, maps, almanacs, etc., are all included in the "Miscellaneous Books" category.

What is commendable is that all the books I purchased are genuine.

Of course, this is probably one of the reasons why he lost all his wealth.

After cleaning up, Tao Qian started business.

I don’t know if he changed his soul and was transported.

Throughout the morning, although the business of Chengyou Bookstore was not as good as the ones at the intersection, Tao Qian also received many people coming and going.

At noon, Tao Qian was finally free, holding the abacus and crackling it.

"A total of ten books were sold, six copies of "Four Words to the Prime Minister", two volumes of copybooks, an almanac, and a copy of "Zhu Gong's Travels", with a total of one yuan and two cents in the account."

"I heard that Xiang Siyan was a teaching aid requested by a certain private school teacher. Sure enough, no matter what era it is, selling teaching materials is more profitable. It's a pity that I didn't bring the Huanggang Secret Book with me when I traveled through time."

Tao Qian was muttering.

Suddenly, a familiar sound of "boom" came from the doorway.

As soon as he looked up, Tao Qian saw two figures, each carrying something and standing at the door with a smile on his face.

Both of them looked to be about thirty years old, serious young and middle-aged people.

One was wearing a round-neck gown and a green velvet warm hat. He had regular features, small eyes, and a shrewd face. He looked exactly like Lin Yongjian.

The other is wearing a long robe and a mandarin jacket, with a mustache and looks a bit cunning.

The corresponding memory emerged in Tao Qian's mind.

Coincidentally, both of them were his neighbors, and Tao Qian had read the written records about them last night.

Li Sanyu, the owner of the strange stone shop who bought "Jian Deng Night Talk".

Jia Qiang, the drugstore owner who wants to buy books such as "Spring in the Jade House".

"Sister Tao, business has been good all morning."

"I've seen it. I've done it back and forth a dozen times. It's worth celebrating."

"Aren't we just here? Scholar Tao didn't have lunch. We brothers will treat you first, and you have to make up for it next time."

"But this cannibal is soft-spoken. The scholar still has to run errands for us when he has time. We two brothers haven't collected all the top ten banned books."

"Hehe, that's right."

The two men walked in completely unceremoniously as they talked, as if they were having a cross talk.

Each moved a small horse and cleared a space on the low wooden platform.

Place the braised beef, fried peanuts and other food that everyone brought.

At this time, Tao Qian's attention fell on the three round glass bottles brought by the two men.

One of the bottles had its cap opened, and there was a light green transparent liquid inside, with inconspicuous bubbles bubbling up.

A strange sense of familiarity immediately came over me, "Fat House Happy"... the words were about to come to my lips.

Seeing Tao Qian's "curious" look, Li Sanyu and Jia Qiang immediately looked at each other and each raised their eyebrows, their faces showing pride.

Li Sanyu, who looked exactly like Lin Yongjian, pointed at the glass bottle and said proudly:

"The well-informed Scholar Tao must be confused. This is a foreign thing."

"It's called Laoshizi 'Dutch Water'. It's said to have been passed down from Western ghosts. Last year, a big businessman in the provincial capital opened a factory to produce this. Within a few months, it became popular throughout the provincial capital, reaching officials and nobles, as well as peddlers and commoners.

, I couldn’t help but give it a try.”

"A branch factory opened in Xunxian County a few days ago. It officially opened today, but for the time being it only supplies high-end hotels and noble people."

"We brothers saw that you were not in a good mood these days, so we asked the boss of Deshunju to help us get three bottles."

"Come here and try it. Everyone who has tasted it says it makes your stomach burst with anger and makes you feel as happy as a god. It's so exciting."

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Tao Qian was initially a little uncomfortable with the two's "natural acquaintance", but as the conversation continued, he quickly became familiar with them.

The memory of the original body takes effect at this time.

Scholar Tao is pedantic, stubborn and doesn't know how to adapt. He was tricked as soon as the bookstore opened. From this, it can be seen that he has no real friends, not to mention being a cunning friend, but he must not be careless.

Instead, I gradually became familiar with two neighboring shop owners because of some vulgar and banned books.

The two of them are a little older and are both shrewd businessmen. They can both see that Scholar Tao is a kind and valuable person who always takes care of him.

Of course, they are not relatives anyway, and cannot prevent the original person from committing suicide when the time comes.

Listening to Li Sanyu's words, Tao Qian followed his original memory and naturally showed doubts.

More naturally, there was curiosity and dissatisfaction in his eyes.

He threw away the abacus in his hand, walked over directly, picked up the glass bottle, and said first:

"Happy as a god? I don't believe it."

"Isn't it just a bottle of water?"

After speaking, Tao Qian skillfully poured the bottle into his mouth.

Tons tons tons!

belch!

In one gulp, drain the entire bottle.

The face that was still a little sad suddenly relaxed.
Chapter completed!