The bookstore owner handed the money into An Yiheng's hands.
An Yiheng weighed it and left.
Mu Siyu asked the bookstore owner: "Can you show me the book that the young man sold just now?"
The bookstore owner suddenly smiled strangely: "Is it because that young man is handsome, so... Hehe, the young lady is really discerning. The book I just showed you was also written by that young man, and the paintings are really lifelike."
Mu Siyu: "..."
She just didn't want to buy the book recommended by the bookstore owner, so she used the young man as an excuse. But it turned out that such an exciting book was written by that young man. It was really...
People cannot be judged by their appearance.
"The boss misunderstood. I want to buy two study books for our children, not for myself."
Mu Siyu made it clear directly so that her boss would not be tempted if he continued to talk.
Books are very expensive things, and she doesn't want to spend money on those miscellaneous books. Haven't you read enough modern online novels? She is also a talented woman who has read "novel on major websites", right?
"Look at me, I've gone too far."
The bookstore owner slapped his forehead and quickly took out two books that only scholars would read.
"How much?"
"Three taels of silver." The bookstore owner smiled.
"So expensive?" Mu Siyu was stunned.
She thought that books were a luxury, but she didn't expect it to be such a luxury.
"Books, they are elegant things, of course they are a bit expensive."
The bookstore owner didn't look down on Mu Siyu at all because of her fuss.
Mu Siyu thought about how An Yiheng had just sold books to her boss, and two books were two taels of silver. If selling books was so profitable, why didn't she add a side job? There were several well-educated scholars in the family, right?
"Boss, if I sell you a book, and it's more interesting than the books you have here, will you accept it?"
"Take it! But the best-selling story here is the storybook written by the young master just now. Can you write a better one?" The bookstore owner looked at Mu Siyu. "It's not that I look down on my sister-in-law, but the storybook is not
It's so easy to write, don't think you can make money by just making up a few stories about scholars and ladies after reading two of them."
"Don't worry about what I write, just ask how much it will cost." Mu Siyu looked at him expectantly.
"It depends on how good the writing is. If it's not bad, it will cost 500 words per volume." The bookstore owner said.
"What if the price is better than that young man's?" Mu Siyu asked again.
"Then... if it's really that good, I'll give you one or two and a half silver coins." The bookstore owner said, "You have also seen that ordinary Chinese language books only sell for a few hundred coins, and better ones sell for one or two silver coins, like
The storybook written by the young master just now not only has a beautiful story, but the illustrations in it are also lifelike, so I sell it for two taels of silver a copy."
"Boss, it's a good business. You get one tael of silver for each one, so you make a net profit of one tael of silver."
"I am a businessman, I must make money! Do you still want these two books?" the boss asked patiently.
"I don't want these two books for now, but if you give me some pens, ink, paper and inkstones, I'll buy them next time."
When the boss heard that she wanted these things, he was not annoyed at all by the delay and was very good-tempered. He agreed and took out the things she needed.
"A total of four taels of silver."
Mu Siyu painfully took out the money.
Not only did she spend all the money Lu Yi gave her just now, she also emptied out more than half of the money she had saved these days, leaving only enough to survive.
"If the little lady is really good-looking, sell it to me and I will accept it. Then I will make back the money."
Although the boss didn't have any hope, he still gave me a few warm words of comfort.
Mu Siyu smiled.
If the boss didn't look at the money she gave out with a money-obsessed laugh when he spoke, this sentence might be more convincing, and she would believe it.
Mu Siyu thought that there was not much seasoning at home, so she went to the grocery store and bought a lot of seasoning. This expense made the already poor family even worse.
"Yinzi, Yinzi, how long did it take for you to have a son?"
Phew! Someone laughed.
Mu Siyu turned around and saw a beautifully dressed girl looking at her with a smile.
"Miss, I've bought it." The maid came out of the pastry shop in front and said to the girl.
When the girl saw Mu Siyu looking over, she felt a little embarrassed. She blessed her and left with the maid.
Mu Siyu looked at the girl's back and lamented in her heart: "Master of time travel, why don't you let me wear it on a girl like this? How young, how elegant, how beautiful, and the most important thing is that she has a maid!!!"
"It smells so good!" Mu Siyu sniffed the air.
The scent came from the front, and she ran with it and came to a sesame cake shop.
"I don't want onions, meat, or sesame seeds." A clear male voice came from the front.
Mu Siyu felt that the figure from behind was somewhat familiar, so she poked her head forward and saw the young talent she had seen in the bookstore just a moment ago.
There are so many things wrong with this man.
However, he had helped her when they first met, so he complained in his heart and didn't have any bad feelings towards this person.
"One...one penny..." the little girl selling sesame seed cakes blushed and stammered.
"Sir, if you don't want onions, meat, or sesame seeds, how can you eat sesame cakes?" The plump lady next to her was unhappy. "No, there's a steamed bun shop opposite, so you can eat steamed buns!"
"Mom..." The little girl tugged at the corner of the aunt's clothes anxiously.
"Don't pull me, he does this every time, how can I do business?" The aunt said unhappily: "He doesn't want this or that for three cents of sesame seed cakes. It's troublesome in the first place, but you only charge him one cent. Are you?
I'm so obsessed with him! Seeing how handsome he is, I don't even want to make any money."
An Yiheng looked at the aunt calmly: "You open the door to do business, I am a customer, as long as you don't close the shop, my requirements should be met. Otherwise, you are cheating the customers, I can sue the government."
Mu Siyu: "..."
What kind of logic is this?
"Ten sesame cakes without onions, meat, or sesame seeds." An Yiheng said calmly: "Here are ten cents, not a cent less."
"You..." The aunt gritted her teeth. "Okay, okay, I'll do your business."
This kind of scholar may become famous at any time, and it is not worth offending others for a few pennies.
"Young master, you are so strange. You are like this every time. You say you have no money. You are dressed so neatly. You don't look like a rich master! Why are you so frugal?"
"I just don't like eating."
"Then you can eat steamed buns."
“The steamed buns are bland.”
"wack."
Mu Siyu thought: He is indeed a weirdo.
The cake An Yiheng wanted was special and needed to be made separately. Those waiting in line at the back could get the ready-made ones. When it was Mu Siyu's turn, An Yiheng was still standing next to her.
He was dressed in white and had an outstanding temperament. He stood out among the crowd of people and was particularly eye-catching. The young wives and girls next to him secretly looked at him, each with a shy look on his face.
