The car went further and further away, and the streets of Chang'an City were once again hidden in the night.
This is a small episode. Whoever wants Prince Jieli to die has nothing to do with Bai Song.
But this is also a reflection, and it seems to be telling the Bai Song Dynasty all kinds of cruelty in the court.
Bai Song didn't know how much free time he had left, let alone when he would change from an outsider to an insider.
When I looked at the bright moon above my head, I suddenly realized how luxurious and comfortable the tranquility at this time was.
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In the early morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Bai Song took out a few boxes of moon cakes from the space to satisfy his craving.
Then he started teaching Sangsang how to make it.
The street became lively early in the morning. It was the first time that Bai Song had been in the capital for so long that he heard noises and fights outside his house.
Qing'er came early and saw that Bai Song was hiding at home to teach Sangsang how to make snacks on such an important day. She ridiculed Bai Song again and then forcefully dragged Bai Song to the bank.
Although the performance starts in the evening, there are many tourists during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Even if no visitors have ever come to the bank before, curious people will come in and ask questions from time to time.
The store needs some decoration, and there are not many waiters. One person needs to be guarding the store.
The East Market was bustling with activity early in the morning, and it was blocked by cars and horses, so you could only enter it on foot.
Just as Qing'er said, today the bank has an unprecedented number of guests coming in. The clerks are busy setting up the shop. Bai Song is temporarily taking over the reception position and carefully introduces to the few people what banknotes are, why to save money, and what the name of the bank is.
Some financial products with high return rates.
The people in the capital were more cautious, and even though Bai Song made eccentric remarks, most of them understood a thing or two and left after hearing it.
Bai Song talked for a long time, his mouth was dry, and he asked for a glass of water from Mo Zhu.
At this time, a familiar figure arrived.
Yu Qingqing strode into the bank wearing a green shirt and cap. She went to the counter and skillfully pulled out a charcoal pen. Then she looked at Bai Song with wide eyes, feeling that it was strange that this person came so early today.
It happened that another guest came outside, and Bai Song hurriedly greeted him.
Yu Qingqing looked at it and knew that it could not affect people's business, so she did not say hello to Bai Song. She took out the small drawing board she usually used from under the coffee table on the window sill, sat in the corner, and continued to stare at the endless drawings.
Eggs in a daze.
Needless to say, Yu Qingqing painted eggs for several days and gradually mastered the skills of using charcoal pens. The eggs on the drawing paper became more and more shaped and gradually took on a look. However, no one appreciated her progress, so she became more and more boring.
She came here only looking forward to the lantern festival at night. After staying at the bank for a long time, she also had feelings. She was eager to win the applause of the whole house tonight for Mo Bai Qianzhuang's performance.
This is more important than anything else!
The bank was indeed lively today. Bai Song had just sent away a group of guests, and the bookstore next door sent a visiting gift. It was a set of calligraphy treasures from Suzhou, which was extremely precious.
Bai Song didn't know if this was a custom. After receiving gifts from others, he had to return gifts himself.
It happened that after learning that Chen Xirong had entered Beijing, Bai Song didn't even say a few words to anyone seriously. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bai Song brought a box of mooncake gift boxes that he had exchanged from the space and planned to go to the book club next door to return the gift.
Yu Qingqing was absentmindedly drawing when she saw the gift box in Bai Song's hand. She immediately kicked the charcoal pen into her sleeve and followed her, asking, "What is this?"
"You have to go and paint."
"Oh, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let me take a rest and draw every day. When I close my eyes, I dream about eggs. Tell me, what is in this?"
"moon cake."
"Moon cake?" Yu Qingqing thought about it seriously, feeling as if she had heard this name somewhere before, and suddenly said, "Ah, I have eaten it. It seems to be a tribute from some messenger, given to the emperor in the palace, and then the emperor gave it to grandpa.
!It’s delicious. I heard there’s no land outside. Where did you come from?”
"Could it be possible to steal it from the palace? You're the only one with more questions! If you want to eat, go get it from the back. I brought some to the shop."
Yu Qingqing turned around and saw the waiters in the shop each eating a piece of mooncake. They all praised it and said it was delicious, with happiness written all over their faces.
"Oh, why didn't you tell me! Where is it? I want to try it!"
"Go on!" Mo Zhu inside smiled and threw a piece towards Yu Qingqing.
Yu Qingqing didn't catch it, and the mooncake fell to the ground and scattered.
Fortunately, it was wrapped in a layer of oil paper. Xiao Nizi quickly picked it up, blowing the dust on the surface like a treasure, then carefully opened the oil paper, and licked up all the scattered dough inside bit by bit.
Suddenly there were two little crescent moons in my smile.
Seeing Yu Qingqing's crooked eyebrows, Bai Song took a breath, swayed, and took two steps back, wondering why this little brat was looking more and more like a girl!
"It's delicious! It's so delicious! It's even more delicious than what the emperor gave you! Do you still have any? Give me a box. I'll take it back and pay it back to grandpa."
Bai Song didn't want to give it to her, but this guy moved out his grandfather Yu Shinan, so Bai Song could only agree and said that when you leave, ask Mo Zhu for a box to take with you.
Anyway, Bai Song now has no desires and no urgent goals. There is plenty of spiritual energy in the space, and he doesn't know what to change. He usually changes to small items such as charcoal pens and moon cakes to add a little spice to life.
On the contrary, it is more practical.
Yu Qingqing ate the mooncake delicately in small bites. She had already forgotten about painting, and she followed Bai Song out of the bank without even noticing.
"Why are you here with me?" Bai Song asked, standing at the door of Chen's Book Club, seeing that the follower behind him was really troublesome.
Yu Qingqing smacked her lips and said, "I'm here, let's take a look."
As she said that, Yu Qingqing looked up at the plaque at the door: "Book club? Complete set of Three Kingdoms? What the hell?"
As she muttered, the little girl pushed Bai Song away and walked in first.
This book club is much more lively than the bank.
Chen's Bookstore not only sells the popular Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but also the traditional Four Books and Five Classics, as well as many supernatural novels, including fantasy novels about mountains and seas, and romance novels among them.
As long as it is a book, no matter where it comes from or where it comes from, all the books that can be sold will be sold. The variety of books in the book category seems to have become the first under the rule of the Tang Dynasty.
The ability to make a living today is entirely due to the movable type printing technology of the Bai Song Dynasty.
Relying on the old lady of the Chen family's relationship with the Guanjia Bookstore in Jixian County, she used the imperial machinery to print books for her own bookstore, and used more advanced printing technology. She also relied on easing the relationship with the Bai Song Dynasty, and established an online relationship with the Zhuji Paper Company, using bamboo printing.
Paper printing.
The lower cost of books allowed Chen's Bookstore to spread all over the Tang Dynasty. The spread was so fast that it swept across Youzhou in January. At the same time as it opened branches in the capital, major cities in the Bashu region and Jiangnan area simultaneously
Spread out, it is said that Chen's Bookstore already has more than 100 shops.
In the past, Chen Xirong was suppressed by Bai Song, but now the eldest lady of the Chen family is different. She talks about a small business that Bai Song doesn't like, but in fact the scale is many times larger than Bai Song's bank.
It's just that Chen's Publishing House's combination of traditional anthologies and secular vernacular books has caused quite a controversy. Many people believe that sage books cannot be placed together with some vulgar books.
But these are just minor incidents. In the face of the absolute price and quality advantages, Chen's Bookstore has an endless stream of customers.
Chen's Bookstore is the only one in the capital for the time being. Yu Qingqing is usually at the bank and rarely hangs out. This is the first time she has seen such a bookstore.
There are different kinds of books in the book club. There are only a few customers in the place where the books of saints and sages are kept. On the contrary, the place where all kinds of story books and novels are kept is crowded. There are even people squatting in a small corner with a pot of wine and a stack of books on the ground.
Douzi, just looked at it.
Yu Qingqing was holding a mooncake in one hand and an unknown storybook in the other, looking like she was blending into the crowd.
But after looking at the book twice, she would raise her head to look for Bai Song. After confirming Bai Song's location, she would show a calm expression and continue to eat the moon cake and read the book, and so on.
"Mr. Bai, why are you here in person?!"
A clerk from the Chen family who came from Jixian County recognized Bai Song. They had just sent people to deliver gifts, but they didn't expect Mr. Bai to come in person, which made the clerk a little scared.
With that said, the waiter squeezed in front of Bai Song and led Bai Song to the back hall of the book club.
"The young lady is settling accounts in the back hall and can't get away."
While talking, people have already arrived in the small room in the back hall where goods are stored.
The lighting in the room is not good, even during the day the lights are on.
Chen Xirong was sitting at the small desk in the middle, with the books stacked up covering her face.
The clerk knocked on the door: "Miss, Mr. Bai is here."
"Bai Song?" A pair of slightly sleepy eyes revealed the stacked ledgers. Chen Xirong put down his pen, stood up and walked out. Seeing Bai Song, he was a little surprised, "Why did you come here in person?"
Bai Song pointed to the gift box in his hand: "Here, it's rude to not reciprocate when you come back. I'm giving you a gift in return."
Chen Xirong was stunned for a moment, then covered his mouth and smiled: "Hey, you have become more popular since you came to the capital."
While we were talking, the waiter outside shouted: "Hey, young master, you can't go in inside."
Yu Qingqing stuffed the last bite of mooncake into her mouth and said vaguely: "He and I are together!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Qingqing had already reached the back hall with a volume of books in her hands. She only had Bai Song in her eyes. After finding Bai Song, she continued reading.
"Who is this..." Chen Xirong asked tentatively, looking at Bai Song.
Bai Song frowned: "Hey, just pretend he doesn't exist."
"I am his classmate!" Yu Qingqing said casually.
"Classmate? This...isn't this a little girl?" Chen Xirong saw through Yu Qingqing's nature at a glance.
Yu Qingqing suddenly became nervous, swallowed the mooncake in one gulp, and looked at Bai Song with a red face.
Bai Song had zero IQ on this matter. He didn't take Chen Xirong's words seriously at all. Instead, he rolled his eyes at Yu Qingqing, slapped her on the head, and said angrily: "Look, when have you ever been a little masculine?"
Qi? When will you be independent? People treat you like a girl!"
"Ouch! What are you doing!" Yu Qingqing covered her head and complained subconsciously, but she didn't want to continue to struggle with this topic, so she quickly pointed at the moon cake, "This is a moon cake, a tribute, even the emperor can't eat more than a few bites.
, I don’t know where he got it from, please try it quickly, it’s delicious! Well...can I have another piece?”