Chapter 151: Random essays, touching stories
When Lu Qing activated his powers, the books on the bookshelf began to show the light of their own powers.
Most of them are books, all with a faint white light.
Occasionally, if the light was stronger, Lu Qing would take it off and flip through a few pages to see if it was what he needed.
When you find something suitable, take it and prepare to study it carefully when you buy it back later.
Just like that, after shopping around, Lu Qing already had a thick stack of books in his hands.
They are basically books about the customs and customs of various parts of the world, which can help him understand the world better.
In the back of a certain bookshelf, Lu Qing once again took down a book with rich white light. When he was about to leave, he suddenly felt a red light flashing out of the corner of his eye, and he immediately stood still.
Following the red light, he pushed aside a pile of messy books on the bottom of the bookshelf.
A book with a faint red light was revealed.
Lu Qing was a little surprised. This was the only red-light-level book he saw in this bookstore.
He picked up the dusty book and brushed off the dust, only to see that there was no title on the cover, nor was there an author's name on it.
But it doesn't matter, soon, the superpower found out the information about this book.
[Xiaoyao Sanren's Essay: An essay written by a poor man who vainly pursues the truth about the demise of the age of cultivating immortals. 】
[This book records some information about the era of cultivating immortals. 】
[There are some conjectures about the truth about the demise of the age of cultivating immortals, which are quite interesting. 】
【Do you want to download and study? 】
It’s actually a book related to the age of cultivating immortals!
Lu Qing couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised.
He opened it and after flipping through a few pages, the joy on his face became even stronger.
After thinking for a while, he took the books and came to the bookstore owner.
Boss, where did you get this book? Are there any other similar books?
The bookstore owner looked at the pile of books in Lu Qing's hand and was smiling.
When Lu Qing asked, he immediately took the book and started checking it.
However, after flipping through the essay, he couldn't help but frown.
Sir, I'm sorry that I am ignorant, but I don't know the origin of this book.
You don't even know the boss? Lu Qing was surprised.
From the way he looked at the boss before, he knew the bookstore very well.
To be honest, sir, our family has been running this bookstore for three generations, and many books have been collected since my grandfather's generation.
So even I can't identify the origin of each book. Moreover, this book doesn't even have a name, so it's even harder to find its origin. I wonder where did you find this book?
It's under the innermost bookshelf.
That's it. Most of the books there have unknown authors and obscure origins. Very few people have read them. I don't know where my grandfather collected them from. Some of them have been backlogged for dozens of years.
If I hadn't posted and revised it occasionally, it would have rotted away long ago. I'm afraid it would be difficult for the young master to find its origin.
After listening to the bookstore owner's explanation, Lu Qing understood that it would be impossible to find other works by Xiaoyao Sanren.
He felt a little disappointed, but he also knew that nothing could be done, so he put all the books in his hand on the counter.
Forget it, boss, I want all these books. Xiaoyan and Xiaoli, have you picked out the books you want?
You've picked it, brother! Xiaoyan ran over with a small stack of books in her arms, These are what Xiaoli and I want to buy.
Okay, boss, let's calculate how much it will cost.
Okay, sir, wait a moment.
The smile on the bookstore owner's face became even brighter.
He immediately began to count the books and at the same time crackled his abacus.
It didn't take long for him to raise his head: Okay, sir, the total is...
Hearing the amount mentioned by the boss, Lu Qing nodded without being surprised.
Books are not cheap in this world. Some books with rich contents and exquisite bindings may cost more than ten taels of silver each.
In comparison, the price given by the boss is already quite generous.
I don't bring that much money. Boss, do you accept gold?
Collect it, collect it! the boss said quickly.
Although gold is not easy to circulate, it has always been more popular than silver.
That's okay, boss, here it is.
Lu Qing took out two small gold ingots from the money bag given by Mrs. Wei and handed them over.
The bookstore owner took the gold ingot and examined it carefully. He was even more surprised when he saw the small word Wei at the bottom of the gold ingot.
Knowing that this is a gold ingot from the Wei family, the two people in front of them should be distinguished guests of the Wei family.
His face became more respectful. After weighing the two gold ingots, he took out a few taels of broken silver and handed them to Lu Qing.
Sir, this is your money. I will help you pack the books.
Well, just do whatever you want, we're not in a hurry.
When Lu Qing came out of the bookstore, he realized that it was still early, so he planned to go shopping for a while before going back.
This time, he walked around more casually.
With Xiaoyan and Xiaoli, they went wherever they saw the excitement, which satisfied the curiosity of the two little guys.
When people in the city saw the clothes of Lu Qing and Xiaoyan, and the strange little beasts on their shoulders, almost everyone subconsciously took a few steps away from them, not daring to squeeze them.
Those who can dress like this are usually rich or noble, which is not something ordinary people like them can offend.
Therefore, although there were many people in the market, Lu Qing and Xiaoyan still felt quite comfortable while shopping.
While wandering around, not knowing where he was, Lu Qing suddenly saw a group of people gathered in front of him, and there was noise coming from inside.
Seeing that there was nothing to do, he simply carried Xiaoyan and walked over there.
After walking in, Lu Qing suddenly realized that this was a place similar to the antique street in his previous life.
Seeing that the quarrel continued, Lu Qing hugged Xiaoyan and relied on his strong physical fitness to easily squeeze into the crowd.
Arriving in front of the crowd, I saw a thin man with a sharp mouth and a mustache, grabbing an old man's arm and yelling something.
Old guy, you broke my antique vase. If you don't pay for it today, don't even think about leaving!
The old man who was arrested was wearing patched clothes, and his dark face was full of panic.
He squirmed: It wasn't me. I didn't touch the bottle at all. It fell by itself.
Fart, my vase was placed perfectly. It was windy and not raining. How could it fall down? It was obviously you who touched it!
The man with the mustache held on to the old man's hand and said sternly.
I really didn't touch it. When I walked by just now, I was several feet away from your stall. How could I have touched it! the old man defended in a low voice.
I don't care. Anyway, I saw that my vase fell over when you passed by my stall. Who else could it be but you? Anyway, today, you either have to pay or go to the county magistrate's office with me to see the official. !”
When he heard that he was going to see an official, the old man became even more panicked. He had heard that when ordinary people entered there, no matter whether they were justified or not, they had to shed a layer of their skin first.
He looked around for help, hoping that someone could testify for him that he really didn't touch the vase just now, and it suddenly fell down for some reason. He was really unjust.
However, he looked around and found that everyone around him was just looking at them with laughter, and no one was willing to come forward to testify.
Then he looked at the menacing man with a mustache and the two strong men behind him. Knowing that he was afraid that he would lose the money on this bottle.
Okay, I'll pay for it. How much does this bottle cost? the old man had to accept his fate.
This is an antique vase. Even if it's cheaper for you, it's only twenty taels of silver.
The man with the mustache showed a trace of pride on his face when he saw the old man admitting defeat.
How...how much? the old man asked in disbelief.
No more, no less, a full twenty taels of silver! The man with the mustache stared at the old man and said, Why, if you don't want to give it, then we'll go see the official!
The two guys behind him immediately took a step forward and looked at the old man fiercely.
The old man's body trembled and he whispered: But I don't have that much money.
Then how much money do you have on you now?
The old man started groping around on his body.
After a while, he took out an old money bag from his body and said, I only have three taels of silver.
Lu Qing has been watching from the side, and he has already seen that this old man must have been blackmailed.
But because he didn't know the cause and effect, and the people around him seemed to be watching the fun, he had no intention of coming forward immediately.
Instead, turn on the superpower and see what happens.
He first looked at the broken vase on the ground.
Only a layer of gray light emerged.
[Broken Vase: A brand new porcelain vase that was broken. 】
Good guy, it is indeed so.
There was a hint of understanding in Lu Qing's eyes, and he looked at the man with the mustache.
A faint white light emerged.
[Chen Wencai: Nicknamed Jackal, he is notorious in the market and is a notorious profiteer. 】
[He has a sharp eye and is good at recognizing people. He likes to blackmail farmers who go to the market outside the city and merchants from other places. 】
Until now, how could Lu Qing still not understand what was going on.
Just when he was about to take back his powers, his eyes glanced at the money bag in the old man's hand.
Suddenly, he was shocked, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
