Chen Moying put down the newspaper in his hand, got up and walked in.

“What are you going to buy?”

Zhao Yuanle followed behind him, looked at him, and found that the little doorman who blushed when he saw her was gone.

Chen Moying noticed her movements and whispered: "He went to another place to work."

Zhao Yuanle: "That's it."

It's a pity, I can't tease the little doorman this time.

Chen Moying walked in front and asked, "What do you want to buy?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Paper and pen, paper, paper, pen, pen, pen, pen, and pen. By the way, you have to buy ink and water for pens."

Chen Moying smiled, his eyes slid across the shelf, and his slender fingers finally landed on a stack of notebooks.

"These are books that have just been purchased and are suitable for children to learn to write, with field grids and red dotted lines.

There are brushes and ink here, and pencils too, but fountain pens, not yet.

If it is your brother's enlightenment, don't rush to buy the pen. After some time, the store has stock, it's not too late to buy it again."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "It's OK. But the pen is not for my brother, it is for me."

"Oh?" Chen Moying was a little surprised: "Do you want to write a pen?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I saw that what others wrote is pretty good today, so I want to write it too."

"That's how..." Chen Moying chuckled, his eyes slightly changed.

When Zhao Yuanle saw Chen Moying go to get the things, he hurriedly squatted down and got them.

"I want so many books, so many pencils, two brushes, one piece of ink, and another piece of eraser."

Chen Moying was taken over by Zhao Yuanle, but she smiled helplessly and stood up.

"I'm a seller, I should get it for you."

Zhao Yuanle looked for these things, turned his head to look at Chen Moying, and showed a clear smile.

"You are a calligrapher, and you need to take good care of your hands."

Chen Moying couldn't help but smile.

"Where did you hear this?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I guessed."

Isn’t this the case with a modern pianist? He can’t do any rough work except playing the piano with his hands.

Chen Moying explained: "Writing is not about the feeling of the skin, so I can do some work with my hands, as long as it doesn't hurt the bones."

Zhao Yuanle stood up with what he wanted and nodded.

"That's the reason. What if you accidentally hurt something, so I'll do it."

Chen Moying turned around and went to the counter with a smile.

"Okay, you're right."

Zhao Yuanle followed him and put the things wherever he could.

Chen Moying glanced at these things a few times and said the price.

"The book is twenty-text, five, one hundred, ten pencils, one eight-text, eight-text, eight-text.

The two brushes you took were three hundred words, a total of six hundred words, and that piece of ink, five hundred words.

The eraser is worth giving you. It depends on how much you bought, so you can get a discount, get a whole, and you will get a silver dollar."

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help laughing.

"Do your parents know that you are discounting people like this?"

Chen Moying raised his eyebrows lightly and said oh.

"Then, I'll give you 1,280 cents? The eraser counts to you 20 cents, and you'll have 1,300 cents together."

Zhao Yuanle coughed twice.

"Actually, I don't think you have to care about your parents' opinions at all. Could it be that you are such a big person and you can't even do this?"

Chen Moying smiled in a low voice and took a piece of inkstone and a stack of white paper from the side.

"Since that's the case, I'll give you all these, and you'll have all the pens, ink, paper and ink."

Zhao Yuanle took out a silver dollar and put it in Chen Moying's hands.

"I hope the bosses I meet in the future will be as generous as you."

Chen Moying held the silver dollar and took his hand back.

He shook his head.

"I'm afraid it won't work. Such bosses are usually prone to losing money. Everyone is like this, wouldn't every store be closed?"

Zhao Yuanle laughed out loud.

Chen Moying also asked her with a smile.

"How are the pigs raised?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's pretty good. I'm watching it and planning. Wait for more than half a month, and my father will start to build a new pigpen."

Chen Moying: "Is there enough money?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I sell pig gong fungi and make a lot of money."

Chen Moying didn't know this.

"oh?"

Zhao Yuanle: "That person is Ming Chongyan. Didn't he tell you?"

Chen Moying shook his head: "Never."

However, he reminded Zhao Yuanle again: "In the future, in front of others, you still have to be called a honorary title, and you cannot call him a name directly."

Zhao Yuanle shrugged.

"I know, let's talk about this pig gongjian. His servants sold it for me, and sold it for a lot of money.

But later I thought about it and felt that it was not because they helped me sell this thing, but because they bought it directly. I forgot to give his servants money at that time, and now I am even more embarrassed to ask for help.

So, I sold these myself and now I have found an acquaintance. Soon after, I can make a lot of money. You don’t have to think that I’m very poor, and I take advantage of it every time."

Chen Moying let out a long sigh.

"That's how..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yuanle remembered the English thing.

This thing is easy to forget if you haven't touched it for a long time. Since she will go to Rongcheng to meet a foreigner in half a month, she also wants to practice it during this period.

She looked into the bookstore and asked Chen Moying: "Is there a book of eunuch here?"

"This?" Chen Moying was slightly puzzled: "You want to learn grace?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Pig Gongjian is to be sold to foreigners, and there are the most kind people in this place, so I want to see it."

Chen Moying: "Someone has to teach language things first, unlike other things that can be understood by just reading books."

Zhao Yuanle: "So there are no books here?"

Chen Moying shook his head: "This bookstore originally did not sell foreign books."

Zhao Yuanle shrugged: "Then forget it."

She will review these days based on memory.

"but…"

He changed his subject.

Zhao Yuanle's eyes lit up again.

He chuckled: "I have such books, and I brought a few of them back and were at home."

Zhao Yuanle: "Doesn't it cost money to borrow it?"

Chen Moying asked back: "When will I ask for money to borrow your books?"

Zhao Yuanle: "On the first day, I borrowed history books for 50 cents, and I borrowed them from the money my uncle gave me to eat."

Chen Moying couldn't help but say, "Didn't I want to pay you back later, but you don't want it."

Zhao Yuanle laughed.

"Didn't that just happen to you? I've given it all, so I'm embarrassed to ask for it back."

Chen Moying's focus is on another place.

"Are you hungry at that time?"

Zhao Yuanle: "No, someone invited me to eat, and then I was kept talking about it by my family."

Chen Moying chuckled.

After laughing, he saw the shopkeeper coming over there, and walked out with his stuff.

The shopkeeper was very respectful to Chen Moying and ignored Zhao Yuanle next to him in daily life.
Chapter completed!