Chapter 169 Hot

   "It is said that there is a mountain of flowers and fruits in the south of the Luojiang River, and there is a fairy stone on the mountain..." After Meng Fei read that Monkey King was pressed under the Five Elements Mountain by the Tathagata Buddha, he saw the small words "The first volume is finished".

  He flipped back in disbelief.

   It’s gone, it’s gone here!

  This is really unbearable!

   Meng Fei grabbed the book, jumped up and walked out, bumping into Meng Jijiu head-on.

   "Grandfather—"

  Meng Jijiu's eyes fell on the notebook in Meng Fei's hands, and his sharp eyes saw the words "Mr. Pine Ling" on the cover, and asked his grandson calmly, "Where are you going? You are frizzy."

   "Grandson went to the bookstore."

   "Didn't you just come back from going out."

Meng Fei had no choice but to tell the truth: "Mr. Songling's new storybook is on sale today, and my grandson bought a copy. I didn't expect it to disappear when I saw the key points. My grandson wants to ask when the second volume of "Journey to the West" will be released." come out."

   "Journey to the West?" Meng Jijiu stretched out his hand, "Let me see."

  Meng Fei handed over the book, Meng Jijiu stuffed it into his sleeve, and said with a straight face: "I don't study hard all day, I just read these idle books!"

   After finishing speaking, the old man walked away with his hands in his hands.

  Meng Fei: "..."

   Come again! Grandpa didn't read idle books because he clearly wanted to read them!

  Thinking about the ruler, I dare not ask the old man to get it back. What else can I do, I can only go to Qingsong Bookstore to buy another copy. After all, I read it in a hurry just now, so I have to reread such an interesting story at least twice.

  Meng Fei hurried to the bookstore and met his classmate Wang Dayuan.

   "Dayuan, why are you here?"

  Wang Dayuan glanced at the door of the bookstore, and the dense crowd made him dizzy: "I was so curious about what happened to the monkey at the end, who knew it would be gone! Thinking that Yun Lang is here, I came to ask."

   Before Meng Fei could speak, someone echoed: "That's right, that's right, how could it be gone, and let people not sleep!"

  Meng Fei looked sideways and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Zhang Xu?"

   "Meng Fei, have you finished Journey to the West?" Zhang Xu put his hand on Meng Fei's shoulder.

  Compared to Zhang Xu's enthusiasm, Meng Fei was much colder, and only said "um".

   Don't think he doesn't know, this kid pulls him out as a shield every time his grandfather teaches him a lesson. Could it be the same? He got second in the exam because he was impatient to learn those things, and Zhang Xu got first in the exam simply because he was stupid.

   "Let's ask Miss Kou together, maybe the manuscript of the second volume is already available."

   "Forget it, there are too many people, it's not worthwhile to squeeze out the shoes." Meng Fei waved his hand, turned around and left, and took advantage of the opportunity to give Wang Dayuan a hand.

   Zhang Xu, eager to know the next plot, rested a lot because of this interruption, glanced at the crowd, and left.

   In the afternoon, Kong Rui heard about the news that Qingsong Bookstore had released new books, so he brought several servants to the bookstore to buy a hundred copies of "Journey to the West".

   Shopkeeper Hu and the others knew that Kong Rui wanted to buy 100 copies of "Painted Skin" before, and they were not surprised by this. Others didn't know that. Those who came to buy books were shocked by Kong Rui's feat.

   After inquiring again, it was even more shocking that the young son was actually the eldest princess' son Jing Anhou.

  The son of the eldest princess bought a hundred copies of "Journey to the West" in one go, and he must be giving it away. What does this mean? It shows that Mr. Songling's new book is liked by even big shots.

  After the news spread, many people who were not interested in the story also came to buy it out of curiosity.

  Knowing that the new book was released today, He Qingxiao didn't come to the bookstore, so he ordered one of his subordinates to keep an eye on the movement here, so as not to cause trouble.

  In the evening, the subordinates came back to report: "My lord, everything is going well at Qingsong Bookstore, and the business is booming. Among them, Jing'an Hou Kongrui even bought a hundred new books!"

  He Qingxiao was silent.

  The subordinates took out a book from their pockets and offered it with both hands, "Humble job looks like a travelogue to the new book, so I brought you a copy."

  Master He likes to read travel notes, everyone close to him knows this.

  He Qingxiao became even more silent.

  Jing Anhou bought a hundred copies, and he, with his...

   His subordinates looked puzzled.

  Don’t adults like it?

  A hand stretched out and took the book.

   "You've worked hard today, let's go rest."

   Waiting for his subordinates to retreat, He Qingxiao took a look at the title of the book, which really looked like a travel journal, and began to read it.

  It was completely dark, and the wind was as cold as a knife. A few pedestrians on the street shrunk their shoulders and walked quickly. Shitou closed the door of the bookstore, shopkeeper Hu smoked from his abacus, and Liu Zhou sat slumped on a chair and had no energy to make an expression.

too tired!

  Although he was tired, he was in a great mood, especially after Shopkeeper Hu calculated how many books he had sold today, the hall burst into cheers.

   "Everyone has worked hard, let's go to the west courtyard to eat pot together." Xin You greeted everyone with a smile.

   Shopkeeper Hu and Liu Zhou looked at each other with admiration in capital letters.

   As expected of the owner, with such an astonishing number of sales, it is so calm.

  The ingredients in the West Courtyard have already been packed, and several large copper pots are steaming, and the aroma spreads far away.

  Tonight, not only shopkeeper Hu and the others were celebrating by eating pot, but also the artisans in charge of the printing workshop and the people from the East Yard. Shopkeeper Hu, Guanshi Zhao, and Liu Zhou sat at the same table with Xin You, and Xiao Lian was also pulled to sit down by Xin You, and ate the mutton pot lively.

   Thinly sliced ​​mutton is cooked in a boiling pot, dipped in the prepared sauce, it is delicious.

   It is undoubtedly a kind of enjoyment to eat such a mouthful of steaming mutton on the day of the twelfth lunar month.

   After finishing several plates of mutton, Captain Yang strode in with a chill in his body.

   "Captain Yang, sit here." Liu Zhou waved.

  As the bookstore's business boomed, the number of guards increased a lot. When Xin You brought dozens of boxes of silver from the Shaoqing Mansion, shopkeeper Hu was so frightened that he recruited another group of people.

  Now Qingsong Bookstore has more than a hundred guards, divided into three teams to patrol day and night, and Captain Yang is in charge of the guards.

  Captain Yang is in his thirties, tall and burly, with a well-rounded appearance. When he walked over, he respectfully greeted Xin You: "Boss."

  Xin You blinked for a moment, then nodded calmly: "Captain Yang, sit down and eat the pot."

   "Thank you, my boss." Captain Yang sat down with a big horse, and ate hard.

  The others had food in their stomachs, excitedly chatting about the new book.

   "Officer Zhao, you didn't see it in the book printing shop. The customers who came to buy new books today almost broke the threshold..." Liu Zhou was beaming, and specifically said that Kong Rui had bought a hundred copies.

   Zhao Guanshi was not convinced: "I knew it was selling well even before I came here, and I have moved two boxes of "Journey to the West" in the warehouse. But that Mr. Kong really bought a hundred copies?"

   "Can this be fake? If you don't believe me, ask the shopkeeper."

  Seeing Manager Zhao looking over, shopkeeper Hu nodded, muttering in his heart.

   So annoying, is Mr. Kong interested in his boss?

  Amidst the laughter, Xinyou picked up a piece of wax gourd and put it in the bowl.

   Just now, when Captain Yang walked over, she saw the scene of him being stabbed.

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  (end of this chapter)