In the bullock cart, Lu Yi was leaning there with his eyes closed, his body swaying like a roly-poly.
Mu Siyu stared at him, stood up, covered him with the old clothes she brought, and put a few rags on his side to prevent him from hitting the pole of the bullock cart.
Bang! The bullock cart shook.
Mu Siyu threw herself into Lu Yi's arms.
Smelling the delicious scent of soap, feeling the hard chest, and listening to the somewhat chaotic heartbeat, Mu Siyu did not dare to raise her head and slowly backed away.
Lu Yi's eyelashes twitched, he frowned slightly, and grabbed the bag next to him with his fingers.
The woman's body has a faint fragrance, like her favorite incense.
She is a very particular woman. Not only does she use rose-scented shampoo, but her clothes are also scented with incense.
She pounced towards him, her lips brushed across his chest, leaving a water stain.
So soft!
her lips.
Like the rice cake she made some time ago.
Mu Siyu shrank back like a thief, secretly raised her head to glance at him, and was secretly glad to see that he hadn't woken up.
However, at this time, the bullock cart bumped again.
Her arms were free of strength, and her whole body was pressed against Lu Yi's body.
She buried her face in his lap, feeling the source of the heat. Her cheeks were like red-hot shrimps, and she shrank back in fear, shrinking into the corner of the bullock cart.
Seeing his eyes open and looking at her with burning eyes, she panicked and explained awkwardly.
"I'm sorry...I...I just want to cover you with some clothes."
Lu Yi's eyes flashed with strange color, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The atmosphere was a little awkward. Mu Siyu secretly looked at Lu Yi and saw that he closed his eyes again, and she immediately felt relieved.
presumably……
Is he still confused?
She probably didn't notice how embarrassed she was just now.
"Are you okay?" Lu Daniu's voice came from the front. "There were a lot of gravels on the road just now and it was a bit bumpy."
"It's okay." Mu Siyu said, "Daniu, just slow down, we are not in a hurry."
Lu Yi didn't speak. He looked really sleepy.
Mu Siyu slowly relaxed, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her body fell down.
When she fell asleep, Lu Yi, who had kept his eyes closed, opened them.
He stretched out his long arms and laid her body flat, resting her head on his legs.
Then he put the old clothes that originally covered him on her body.
Chirp! Chirp! The crisp chirping of the birds woke up the sleeping woman.
She opened her eyes. The sky was gray when she went out. Now the first ray of sunlight shone down and the sun slowly rose into the sky.
"Sunrise." She sat up suddenly and looked at the man next to her.
The man groaned and looked at her with confusion in his eyes: "What's wrong?"
"Look over there..." Mu Siyu pointed to the sky happily. "The sunrise! It's so beautiful."
Lu Yi looked in the direction she was pointing.
I don’t know if my mentality has changed, but the sunrise this morning was indeed beautiful.
Although this is not the first time I have witnessed the sun rise with my own eyes, my mood at this time is different.
Mu Siyu is different. She doesn't go to the city many times. The first time she was not in the mood to observe these things. The next few times she was very preoccupied. Today she was sitting in the bullock cart. When she opened her eyes, she saw the beauty of the sunrise.
It’s hard to avoid feeling strange.
"Today is definitely a good day."
Mu Siyu raised her head, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sunshine.
Lu Yi looked at her: "If you are too tired, just stop and take a rest."
"Not tired, not tired." Mu Siyu waved her hand. "I like this kind of life."
"This is for you." Lu Yi took out a purse from his arms.
"I only have some scraps of silver. I earned it by doing a favor for someone yesterday."
Mu Siyu poured out the contents of her purse and counted the amount of broken silver.
It is indeed broken silver, some are one tael, and some are less than one tael. The total amount is about two taels of silver.
"Actually, our family is not short of money now, so don't put so much pressure on yourself."
What needs to be said has been said before, Mu Siyu didn't want to say too much, as that would make him unhappy.
She just wanted to tell him: There is no shortage of money in the family. If you should refuse some things, just refuse them. Don't force yourself.
Lu Yi obeyed his will and touched her hair, and looked at her deeply: "Are you so afraid of my corruption? Every money I make has passed the purpose. Even if it needs to be investigated, it is still valid. Don't
Worry."
He still had his wife and children waiting at home, how could he still do it knowing he had broken the law?
"That's not what I meant..." Mu Siyu raised a relaxed smile. "I just don't want you to be too tired."
The bullock cart stopped at the county government office.
Mu Siyu waved to Lu Yi.
"Hey, Secretary Lu, my wife personally sent you here on errands!" Gao Yamen gnawed on the buns and joked: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is so gluey, if someone hadn't told you how old your children are, you would have thought you were newlyweds!"
"Brother Gao, this guy in our family is thin-skinned. Don't tease him." Mu Siyu smiled generously and said, "Brother Gao, I'll treat you to dinner another day. I have to leave first."
"Chengchengcheng, for your sake, I will take good care of him." Gao Yamen was happy to be called Brother Gao again and again. The more he looked at Mu Siyu, the more adorable he felt.
Look, she always greets him with a smile every time she sees him. She also tells his man that she is straightforward and upright, and that she is a friend worth making. Look, how discerning she is, isn't she?
Mu Siyu arrived at the Li Mansion first. The lady from the Li Mansion happened to be at the little sister's house and did not come back. She asked the doorman and found out that Miss Li would be back in the afternoon, so she planned to come back in the afternoon.
"Daniu, I won't go back until the afternoon today. Are you familiar with this place? If so, please take me around. I want to know about the products in each store."
"No problem. Erniu and I often work in the city, and many of the bosses are familiar with us."
"Before that, I want to go to the bookstore first."
At the bookstore, the boss looked through the storybook Mu Siyu brought with him, his expression solemn.
"Your book..."
"But what's wrong?"
Doesn’t it look good?
Or is it that the aesthetics of ancient people were different?
"It would be too humiliating to keep it here and sell it. Such a beautiful book should be sent to the Hongwen Library. It will definitely sell well! I can also accept it, but I don't want to lie to you. Your book has already reached the standards of the Hongwen Library.
"
Mu Siyu knew nothing about publishing books in ancient times. When she saw the scholar selling books, she thought they were copied directly and then sold to bookstores. Could it be that there was already an institution here that specialized in publishing books?
"Shouldn't it be sold directly to bookstores?"
"Of course not. If it is a book used by scholars for scientific examinations, and if it has annotations by celebrities, it is of course more appropriate to hand-copy it. But if it is a storybook, it can be handed over to a place like Hongwen Museum."
"But the scholar that day..."
"That...hehe...that one is different, that one is special. Hongwen Library does not accept those kinds of books, only bookstores like ours will secretly accept them." The bookstore owner raised an 'honest and honest' smile.
Mu Siyu thought about the illustrations she saw that day and seemed to understand...
The boss told her the details of publishing a book.
"At first I thought my sister-in-law was joking, but I didn't take it seriously. I didn't expect that my sister-in-law has an expert in her family. This book is so good. You can sell it to Hongwen Museum!"
"Boss, please tell me how to get to Hongwen Museum?"
Hongwen Museum is responsible for rubbings of books.
In modern terms, the manager there is equivalent to the editor. After the manager has reviewed the book, he will buy the author's book at a price per volume.
The handwritten scripts in those bookstores are not up to the standard of Hongwenkan, which shows that Hongwenkan is not a place where anyone can publish a book.
"You want to sell the storybook?" The clerk looked at Mu Siyu: "Did you write it?"
"No, it was written by my family." Mu Siyu said, "I wonder who is in charge?"
"follow me."
The guy took her to a room.
"Manager Fang is in a bad mood today, please be careful what you say."
The boy said, knocked on the door, opened the door and walked in after receiving permission.
"Butler, this woman wants to sell her script."
There was an old man with white hair sitting in front of the desk. The old man didn't even raise his head and was looking through the books in front of him.
There were books all around, some torn to pieces, some intact, and some thrown to the ground.
It was obvious that this was an old man with a bad temper. The books on the floor must be something he despised, and the ones that were torn into pieces made him angry. The ones that were kept intact were the survivors who had survived.
