Zhao Yuanle still remembers that she went there herself and began to look at the passersby around her curiously on the way.

She was mainly looking at the hair of passers-by.

After reading those books that day and understanding this era a little, she had a doubt.

The current president prefers all kinds of new Western things, so he advocates men to cut simple short hair.

But most people are used to growing long hair, and they also believe that their parents will not easily break their hair.

However, most of the young men Zhao Yuanle saw along the way had short hair, and only some of the elderly men still had long hair.

Zhao Yuanle was puzzled and curious. This was not the first year. In a year, what method did the president use to make people cut their hair.

She searched for the original owner's memory, but couldn't find the specific one.

However, she felt that this president was really amazing. He could actually change the inherent concepts of most people in such a break. It was awesome!

After a walk, Zhao Yuanle once again arrived at the door of this bookstore.

This time, there was no young and handsome boss's son, just a middle-aged man wearing a square hat.

Seeing Zhao Yuanle walk in, the man smiled and welcomed the guests.

"Little girl, what are you going to buy?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I'll take a look first."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded with a smile, reached out his hand and made the call. He quickly withdrew his hand and worked on other things at the counter.

Zhao Yuanle walked into the bookstore and saw the little doorman tidying up the miscellaneous items inside.

She smiled at the little doorman, and the little doorman blushed and turned away with a embarrassed look.

With a chuckle, Zhao Yuanle began to look at the rows of bookshelves.

The books here are all traditional Chinese characters, and they are placed in one category. Most of them are books that were needed in the imperial examination category in the past, and a few of the narratives are placed in an inconspicuous position.

After looking around, Zhao Yuanle only saw the female quarrel and female training in the corner, the Analects of Confucius, and the female Fan Jielu, which had already fallen into dust.

It can be seen that the reading rate of women's reading at this time was too low.

After reading it, Zhao Yuanle turned around and began to look for some interesting books, such as introducing customs and humanities, or recording geographical scenery.

Finally, I found a copy for her.

Travels of the Five Mountains.

I picked up this book and looked through it for a while. I found that it not only records humanities, geography, but also takes into account nature. Zhao Yuanle thought it could be bought.

The man in the middle of the counter was still busy, and he raised his head when Zhao Yuanle put the book in front of him.

He looked at the book Zhao Yuanle bought and smiled.

"The little girl still sees this?"

Zhao Yuanle: "This looks interesting, how much does it cost?"

Hearing this, the man smiled and said, "If you use silver dollars, two silver dollars will add two hundred more silver dollars, and no gross tickets will be collected."

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

What a guy, knowledge is indeed the most expensive.

The man seemed to see Zhao Yuanle's embarrassment and said, "In fact, you can borrow books, but you need a deposit. The main reason is that our books are handmade by workers, not shoddy in the machine factory, and the quality is guaranteed."

Zhao Yuanle sighed in his heart.

She thought she had earned a few silver dollars and could afford it to buy a book, but who knew that the price of this book could directly empti her.

Forget it, I can't afford it, I won't buy it anymore.

Zhao Yuanle put down the book: "I don't have that much money, so I won't buy it."

The man seemed to have expected it, and smiled and took the book back, nodded at Zhao Yuanle, and then continued to lower his head to work on his own things.

Just when Zhao Yuanle was about to go out, someone came towards him.

The man who was originally busy with his head down seemed to have eyes on his head, and stopped his work and bent down to bow to the person who came.

"Young Master."

Zhao Yuanle looked over and saw the handsome boss's son.

The boss's son obviously remembers her.

"Well, the little girl is here again?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Well, I'll take a look."

The boss's son saw the book on the counter, reached out and read it.

His eyes fell from the book on Zhao Yuanle's face: "It's amazing, I'm still reading this, have you remembered it after reading it?"

Zhao Yuanle: "..." She seems to have been pretending to many people?

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle was silent, the boss's son chuckled softly.

"Do you like it?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I looked at it and found it interesting. I originally wanted to buy it, but I didn't have that much money, so I won't buy it."

When the boss's son heard this, he put the book directly into Zhao Yuanle's hands.

"If you like it, just take it and take it to watch it. After reading it, I will return it."

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but sigh: "Aren't you afraid that I won't pay it back?"

Boss son: "Not afraid."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then I won't register again!"

The boss's son smiled and shook his head: "No, I already know your name."

Zhao Yuanle said a long time and asked back: "What's your name?"

The boss's son spoke slowly, his voice as gentle as the temperament of his whole body.

"Chen Moying."

After saying that, Chen Moying picked up his pen and wrote these three words on a blank piece of paper.

Zhao Yuanle took a look, read it gently, and whispered: "I am worthy of being a scholarly family."

The names you choose are of many cultures and skills.

Chen Moying heard Zhao Yuanle's words and asked with a smile: "Where do you think this is an allusion?"

By chance, Zhao Yuanle really remembers this poem.

"The ink scars give birth to summer rain, and the pen is ripe with autumn wind. Is that true?"

Chen Moying's eyes flashed slightly, and he couldn't help asking.

"What poem is this? Have you never heard of it?"

"Ah?" Zhao Yuanle was also a little surprised, but soon reacted.

There are poems, lyrics and music in this world, as well as books or content of the same type, but some specific characters are different from those of the author, and they are all different.

So she remembered that this poem may not exist in this world, or similar ones may exist, not necessarily the same ones, and it may not be very famous if there is one.

Seeing this, Chen Moying said again: "I am ignorant and ignorant. There are thousands of poems in the world, and there are naturally many good poems that I have never heard of.

But my name does not come from this, it’s just because I grabbed a piece of ink when I was a child, and it happened that the five elements were short of water, so the fortune teller added the word Ying.”

Zhao Yuanle: "So that's it." The simple and crude nomenclature is because she has thought too much about it.

Chen Moying couldn't help but whisper the poem Zhao Yuanle said, with an expression of appreciation on his face.

"It's a good poem, I just don't know if I can hear a whole poem."

When Zhao Yuanle heard this, he started to memorize it very directly.

"The name is Geng, Song...hehe.

There is no water and drought in this field, and it is only in the inkstone pond.
Chapter completed!