The content is concise, which means that Zhou Qing cannot mention the source of the poem under any circumstances after selling it, otherwise he will be compensated a hundred times more.

Zhou Qing smiled and said, "What if it wasn't me who leaked the secret?"

As he said that, Zhou Qing glanced at the waiter just now.

The waiter...

Why look at me!

Will I leak the secret?

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Don't worry, girl, he will never leak the secret."

The waiter...

She didn't say directly to me, why did you get the right one?

What if she is talking about you!

The shopkeeper's...

Zhou Qing said, "Let's add it, everyone feels at ease."

It’s okay to buy and sell fairly, and add the terms. The shopkeeper thought about it and wrote the letter.

After signing the contract, Zhou Qing gave the complete poem to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper couldn't wait to see it.

"Thousands of mills and thousands of blows are still strong, no matter how winds are east, west, south and north."

After reading it, I slowly closed my eyes, experiencing the artistic conception in the poem, and looked intoxicated.

What a wind of wind in the southeast, southwest and northwest.

Zhou Qing collected the money and interrupted the shopkeeper's wandering thoughts, "My father's copying books..."

The shopkeeper slowly opened his eyes, looking unfulfilled, "What a wonderful poem!"

As he said that, he turned around and pulled out a book called "The Analects of Confucius" from the bookshelf, "The market price is one book, two hundred documents, the store provides paper, and the girl prepares her own pen and ink."

"What do you want to mortgage?"

The shopkeeper waved his hand, "No need, if the girl gets any good poems, welcome to come again."

Zhou Qing smiled and agreed.

She realized that the shopkeeper didn't feel at ease about her father copying books.

There is no need to mortgage, and the meaning is very clear. Even if they cheated on him, he would admit it.

It seems that that poem can indeed make a lot of money for the bookstore.

With the silver and books in hand, Zhou Qing left the bookstore.

The bookstore she chose is the largest bookstore in Qinghe County.

The reason I chose this is very simple.

I have meat to eat with the boss.

The bookstore can be so big that the shopkeeper has a wide connection.

After getting familiar with the shopkeeper, he can recommend her father to a college.

Although there are also academies in the town, Zhou Yuan is in the town. What if Zhou Huaishan’s character collapses?

Besides, such a large bookstore will not cheat them for a little profit. She will sell poetry more smoothly and smoothly, and will not cause other messy business frames because poetry is too popular.

Zhou Qing left the bookstore and looked at her without realizing a gloomy gaze behind her.

Zhou Huaihai stood at the corner of the bookstore and clenched his fists.

Look at Qingyao like this, that's right!

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Huaihai entered the bookstore.

The waiter immediately came up, "What should I buy?"

Zhou Huaihai hesitated for a moment and said, "I am the uncle of the girl just now."

The waiter immediately looked up and down at Zhou Huaihai, turned around and shouted, "Shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper was serving tea and savoring poems. When he heard the loud shouts, he thought someone had come to deliver the poems again, so he came out excitedly.

“You are..."

Zhou Huaihai bowed to the shopkeeper, "Tong Sheng in Xiaqingyang Village is the uncle of the girl just now."

The shopkeeper's...

so?

"She came just now, but to ask for a chance to copy a book? To be honest, her father is an honest farmer, only knows a few words and cannot read."

The shopkeeper's...

The upper and lower parts glanced at Zhou Huaihai.

Could it be that poem he wrote?

"Persist in the green mountains and don't relax."

Behind his hands, the shopkeeper chanted at Zhou Huaihai with a meaningful long sentence.

Zhou Huaihai...

ah?

A head full of question marks.

"Well, I'm here to remind you not to deceive me. My niece is abusive to talking."

Seeing Zhou Huaihai's reaction, the shopkeeper knew that the poem had nothing to do with him.

Hey, that's interesting.

When the uncle came to ruin his niece's good things.

The shopkeeper looked at Zhou Huaihai's eyes colder, "You are still a child. You have read the sages in vain and you actually say such words."

After saying that, the shopkeeper shook his sleeves and turned his head to leave.

Zhou Huaihai's face turned red, "I don't know the good people's hearts!"

The waiter sneer sneered, "Do you have any misunderstandings about this sentence? If you don't know it thoroughly enough, why not go back and read the book again. No wonder you are still a child at this age."

After saying that, he picked up the broom and swept the floor.

Zhou Huaihai was swept out of dust, and he was so angry that he clenched his fists but did not dare to curse.

Why did Qingya have such a good thing as copying a book? He was actually driven out?

Could it be...

A look flashed, and a contemptuous sneer appeared in Zhou Huaihai's eyes.

With Qingya Tou's bean sprout-like figure, I really don't know what this shopkeeper likes her!

He glared at the plaque of the bookstore and Zhou Huaihai left angrily.

Zhou Qing, who didn't know that he had been maliciously speculated, wandered to the paper shop again.

She originally planned to sell the copyright of the words "Happy" written by Zhou Huaishan.

After all, such varied characters are rare in Qinghe County.

But I just sold the copyright of a poem, and now I will sell the copyright of the characters, which is a bit too popular.

What if someone notices it.

She is just a little peasant girl.

What if the profit-loving businessman is targeted by her!

After enduring it, Zhou Qing bought a roll of red paper instead.

Fortunately, I now have ten taels of silver to sell the copyright and the one given by Shen Li, which is enough.

After buying the things, Zhou Qing turned back to the tea shop.

When she arrived, Cheng Wu was already waiting there.

After Zhou Qing sat down, Cheng Wu raised his whip and the two left.

Baba was waiting at the door of Bimozhai...

Holding his chin to look at Shen Li's uncle...

Seeing Shen Li with a disappointed look on his face, Uncle Zhong laughed out loud, "If you can't bear to go after me, you can't bear to."

Shen Li raised his foot and went.

Uncle Zhong...
To be continued...