"Silly boy, what are you doing standing still?" Ding Xiang took a few steps forward and suddenly realized that her youngest son had not followed.

Looking back, the boy had an excited expression on his face, and his legs were actually trembling slightly.

"Mom, you go in first, I want to enjoy the scenery at the door of the bookstore." What I didn't expect was that Sangua was a very face-conscious person.

Ding Xiang did not expose him and walked into the bookstore minding his own business.

There are several rows of bookshelves inside, and there are many Four Treasures of the Study on the counter, as well as some poetry collections and so on.

At this moment, the shopkeeper in the store was entertaining a young man who looked like a scholar. Although the voice of the conversation was very soft, Ding Xiang still picked up the general idea inadvertently.

The scholar came here to copy books. The shopkeeper was very satisfied with the books he copied and wanted to give him a salary increase.

It seems that he is another scholar from a poor family.

In fact, in ancient times, there were many scholars from poor families, and copying books was the only way they could make money.

Of course, not everyone can do this job of copying books. The first prerequisite is that the handwriting must be beautiful, and the bonus point is preferably a bit of reputation.

It would be better if you could leave some abstracts where you copied the book.

Many people buy these manuscripts, firstly because they admire the person, secondly to improve their knowledge and understand different opinions, and thirdly, some parents buy them for their younger generations, so naturally they want to buy some manuscripts by famous scholars.

After the young man finished chatting with the shopkeeper, he passed by Ding Xiang with a mostly blank notebook.

Only then did Ding Xiang see the boy's appearance clearly. He looked to be about the same age as her eldest son. Although his face was still childish, there was already a hint of an adult's poise.

"Shopkeeper, are these the manuscripts of the scholar just now?" Ding Xiang walked up to the shopkeeper and glanced at the basic manuscripts on the counter.

Ding Xiang's appearance was a bit unexpected. The shopkeeper didn't notice it at first, so when she made a sound, the shopkeeper was startled.

After coming back to his senses, he glanced at the woman in front of him. Judging from the clothes, she must be from a farmer's family. She seemed to be another adult who came to buy books for his children.

However, genuine books are basically unaffordable, which soon leads to the focus on manuscripts.

Businessmen do all kinds of business. Although the manuscripts are sold cheaply, the profits from them are also very considerable.

The shopkeeper nodded and quickly advertised to the scholar just now.

"He is the most famous talent in our Ping'an Town. He participated in the college examination at the age of twelve and passed the scholar examination. He is our favorite candidate to win the provincial examination this year."

Ding Xiang nodded. It was rare to become a scholar at the age of twelve.

In this small place, he is worthy of being called a prodigy.

"Look, these are his manuscripts, and they contain a lot of his insights." The shopkeeper said as he opened the books and showed them to the woman in front of him.

Ding Xiang casually flipped through a few pages, and my goodness, the calligraphy with this brush was amazing, just like what was printed by the printer.

"I wonder how far your children have learned?" When the shopkeeper saw the look of satisfaction in her eyes, he knew that this business could be successful, so he naturally became particularly enthusiastic.

"Not yet enlightened."

"If you are not enlightened yet, then I recommend these two books." The shopkeeper quickly pulled out two books from a pile of books and placed them in front of Ding Xiang.

Ding Xiang glanced at the cover of the book and saw that it was written in traditional Chinese characters, Three Character Classic and Thousand Character Classic.

Indeed, these two books are the best books for enlightenment. The shopkeeper of this bookstore is quite good, and he did not want to trick her into buying expensive books.

At this time, Sangua also walked to Dingxiang silently, staring at the two books on the counter, his eyes full of longing.

"Shopkeeper, I wonder how much these two books cost?"

"The Three-Character Classic has 200 texts and the Thousand-Character Classic has 300 texts. If you buy both, I will also give you a copy of Hundred Family Surnames." The shopkeeper said as he pulled out a handwritten copy of Hundred Family Surnames from the side.

It seems that he is also a very good business person.

Ding Xiang was a little surprised to hear that two such thin books together cost half a tael of silver.

What was even more surprising was Xiao Sangua. Ever since he heard the price, he was like a goose and couldn't move for a long time.

He knew that studying was expensive, but he never expected that it would be so expensive!

Sangua turned his head blankly to look at his mother beside him, and there was a voice in his little heart.

Would your mother buy such an expensive thing for him?

As soon as he had this question, Ding Xiang had already taken out his money bag, counted out five hundred copper coins at once, and handed it over to the shopkeeper happily.

The shopkeeper quickly wrapped up the three books with a smile on his face. No one knew that he had made two hundred and fifty dollars by flipping the books.

"Shopkeeper, I want to buy some apprenticeship gifts for my children. Do you have any good recommendations?" After Ding Xiang accepted the book, she suddenly thought of the purpose of her visit and asked eagerly.

Now that we have established a business, the shopkeeper is in a good mood and works hard with all his heart.
Chapter completed!