Chapter 72: My Fair Lady, it will take three days.

Before Su Mingjue could figure out what was going on, a loud and joyful voice came from her ears: "My Fair Lady, it will take three days."

Su Mingjue heard this. I was puzzled for a while, this was all related to something, it sounded a bit wrong.

Just as he was about to ask Jamel Xiao next to him if he understood, he heard Song Chunhe's disappointed tone, "It's still three more days. I've been waiting for five days, so "The Story of the Capital" hasn't been updated yet?"

He was wearing a brown suit. The shopkeeper of Changyao touched his beard, shook his head, and sighed: "You are anxious and I am anxious too! So many customers have paid deposits in advance. I owe a lot of debts to a lot of people, and I am very worried every day."

Su Mingjue heard this . This is finally understood.

I bet those two people really knew each other's secret codes just now.

But the level of this pair of secret codes...isn't it a little inferior

to what modern people think: "The king of heaven covers the tigers of the earth, and the pagoda suppresses the river demons!" Paying a

deposit

, even in ancient times, they actually liked to pay in advance. As expected

, it only requires It meets the needs of the market and will be repeated no matter how many years it spans!

When Song Chunhe heard that the book he wanted had not arrived, he immediately lost his mind.

Like a deflated rubber ball, he walked towards Su Mingjue deflatedly and said: "Brother Su, I don't have anything to buy anymore. Do you want to buy any books?"

Su Mingjue circled around the study, and indeed there was nothing he wanted to buy. Yes, he slowly shook his head, "Me neither."

Song Chunhe heard this and said: "Then let's go!"

Isn't it because he didn't buy a book?

Why does Song Chunhe look like a lovelorn person? Su Mingjue said He hesitated and said, "Okay."

When he walked to the door, Su Mingjue realized that Xiao Jamming was still beside him!

Seeing Song Chunhe's dejected look, he sighed secretly and then turned around and said: " Brother Xiao, do you have any books you want to buy?"

Xiao Jamming seemed to be used to Song Chunhe's reaction. He shook his head slightly with a smile on his face, "Let's go! It will probably take a while for him to recover."

Su Mingjue said in a funny tone. He walked out following Song Chunhe's footsteps. Seeing that he looked quite depressed, he changed the subject and said, "Brother Song, you just said that there are three study rooms on Chunfeng Street. Where are the other two?

" Although Chun He looked frustrated, he still remembered the purpose of Su Mingjue calling him here. He raised his hand and pointed to the right: "There are two houses on the opposite side of the street."

Su Mingjue looked in the direction of his finger and found that The two shops are much smaller than the one behind them. The plaque of one says "Mobao Study" and the other says "Hongxiu Study".

These two names seemed to look more impressive than the family behind him.

Calligraphy is fine. After all, those who sell books are also selling books written in ink. Calligraphy refers to books, so the name can be regarded as "deserving of the name".

Is the name Hongxiu too casual? Su Mingjue's mind instantly thought of the four words "Red Sleeves Add Fragrance". Whether this word was used in the study was frivolous.

He was a little confused and said: "There are people going to the Red Sleeve Study."

Song Chunhe didn't know why, and nodded: "Of course there are people going. Isn't this study selling books? Brother Su, you are asking this question very strangely."

Su Mingjue. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't these red sleeves look a little frivolous?"

Song Chunhe said, "Oh, the manager of this study likes to wear clothes with red sleeves, so he named it Red Sleeve Study. It's easy for you to misunderstand it if you haven't been there before. "

Su Mingjue: "..."

He also said that the other party with such an obvious name was selling erotic pictures.

Who knew it was so straightforward!

Su Mingjue walked forward and said: "Then these two study rooms and the one just now. Is there anything different about Jiawenhan Bookstore?"

Song Chunhe walked next to him and said, "They basically sell books, but the three of them have their own strengths."

Su Mingjue was puzzled and asked, "Tell me about it. "

Song Chunhe coughed slightly, as if he had regained his body, and whispered: "The most popular thing sold in 'Wenhan Bookstore' privately is 'The Romance of the Capital', and the 'Beauty Judge' from 'Mobao Bookstore' is also It's so popular, as for the 'Red Sleeve Study'..." When

Song Chunhe said this, he paused, then winked at Su Mingjue and said: "The owner of that shop painted such good paintings, this capital city Everyone who likes his paintings will go to him to get one or two."

Su Mingjue: "..."

It seems that he is not blind, and the other party is really good at this.

Song Chunhe didn't know what he thought of, and the color on his face became a little brighter. He walked to the left and entered the Mobao Study Room.

Su Mingjue naturally followed him and walked in. As soon as he entered the store, a very smart-looking man wearing a dark blue robe came over with a smile: "Master Song, long time no see, the "Beauty Judge: Fire Lotus" "Temple" has already come out, I will order someone to pack it for you."

Song Chunhe's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Your study is the most timely for the books. I just came back from there and I have been waiting for the book. Five days."

When the man heard Song Chunhe talking about his study, he didn't feel annoyed at all. He still listened with a smile on his face. When the other party finished speaking, he answered kindly: "Thanks to the author, we can't publish the manuscript now. It's on time."

Su Mingjue looked around the study. Apart from the different furnishings, it was generally not much different from the one he just entered.

Even the smell of ink floating in the air was the same. Seeing that Song Chunhe was chatting easily with the boss, he asked: "I wonder why this shop is always filled with the aroma of ink." When

the boss heard the voice, he Noticing that there was another person next to him, he saw that Song Chunhe had brought him here. He looked at Song Chunhe and said, "Master Song, this is" Song

Chunhe hurriedly introduced: "Shopkeeper Shen, this is my classmate Su Mingjue. It's also from Luming Academy."

The boss laughed when he heard this, "It turns out that he is also a student. I'm sorry, this Moxiang is printing books in my backyard. If you are interested, you can go and take a look."

Su Mingjue nodded after hearing this . , walked towards the backyard.

Song Chunhe was not interested in that kind of thing, so he didn't go and stayed in the lobby.

Seeing Xiao Jingming standing aside, the shopkeeper said with a smile on his face: "Master Xiao, would you like to give you a copy of "The Beauty Judge: Fire Lotus Temple"?"

Song Chunhe heard this and said: "He doesn't... "

Okay, I'll bother you, Shopkeeper Shen." Before he could finish his words, Jamming Xiao took the lead.

Song Chunhe said in surprise: "When did you start reading scripts?"

Xiao Jamming said: "Seeing that you were fascinated by it, I also took a fancy to it out of curiosity. I didn't expect it to be quite good-looking."

Song Chunhe heard the words and curled his lips . Tickled upward.

Su Mingjue entered the backyard and took a look, and suddenly realized where the ink fragrance came from.

It turned out that the owner of the bookstore hired a group of people to use movable type printing to print books there, and they were covered with ink mud. No wonder there was a strong smell of ink in the front.

The owner of this study is quite smart in doing business. He has a shop in the front to sell books, and a yard in the back to print books. It is a model of a front shop and a workshop behind.

In ancient times, there were no large-scale printing plants, so this study had to print by itself if it wanted to publish books. From this, it seems that this study is the birthplace of culture.