After being reborn, she became the richest man without being a queen

Chapter 172 Old Books
There are only two short lines in the letter.

Hand over the child, or die.

Just by looking at these seven characters, a sense of murder is already rushing towards his face.

Yingxiu swallowed, glanced at Man'er who was finally asleep in Pingniang's arms from the corner of her eye, and whispered, "Why don't I take Man'er to the outskirts of the city? Or find another place to hide." time"

"What's the use of avoiding?" Shen Qingling folded the letter and put it in her sleeve pocket, and then comforted Yingxiu: "It's a disaster that can't be avoided. Since he knows that he is in our hands, even if you run away with Man'er Even now, he will still come to this house and attack us."

"This..." Ping Niang was a little panicked, "Second Lady, what should I do?"

Shen Qingling took a sip of tea, and continued with a natural expression: "Aren't I just waiting for him to come to the door? If he dares to come to the door, I am sure that he will come and go."

"The second lady is majestic." Ren Shaochun clapped his hands and praised.

Even if Shen Qingling comforted her repeatedly, the female family members were still terrified.Yingxiu and Yuxiang didn't even dare to go back to the house for the whole night, they both guarded outside Shen Qingling's room, for fear that something might go wrong with Shen Qingling.

It's still there, and the night passed safely.

The next morning, before dawn, Shen Qingling hurried out without taking anyone with her.

Ren Shaochun, whom she had met with, also got up early in the morning, standing at the intersection of Zhongjie Street and saw Shen Qingling far away, he quickly raised his hand to beckon, and shouted: "Here."

The place they are going to is a shop selling books.

The letter sent to Shen Qingling's house yesterday had a really weird paper, it didn't look like Chuzhou paper which is popular in Yangzhou nowadays, but like Xuan paper from the previous dynasty.

The market for Xuan paper has long been extinct, and the only way is to buy and sell old books and tear some from the blank pages of old books.

"How many houses in total?" Shen Qingling asked.

Ren Shaochun gestured with his hands, "Three families."

"One is in the east of the city, the other is in the south alley, and the other is the one in front of us. This one has the largest business and the most books, so I thought about asking about this one first."

"Okay." Shen Qingling responded.

The two stepped into the shop separately, one behind the other.

The shopkeeper of Wenshi Pavilion is a fat man with a happy face. When he saw Ren Shaochun enter the store, he hurriedly came out from behind the counter, and said flatteringly, "Oh, what kind of wind is blowing in this small shop, and it brought the third master here?" Already!"

The clerks in the store served tea and arranged chairs, and they were very attentive.

"I'm here to look for a book." Ren Shaochun waved his hand, and said politely: "The shopkeeper's customer came like a cloud, so you don't need to greet me alone, I will just see it myself."

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands, smiled and said, "Third Master, where are you talking? You are willing to go to the store to find books. Of course, it is the honor of the store. How can you neglect it? What books are you looking for? The little one personally take you there."

After a while, the customers in the store almost left.

Some were invited out by the fellows, and some left on their own initiative, for fear of offending the third son of the Ren family.

Shen Qingling mixed in the crowd, turned left and entered the left hall where old books were displayed.

After all, Wenshi Pavilion is indeed the bookstore with the largest business in Yangzhou. The left hall is full of old books, and the right hall is full of new books.

There are six rows of books densely packed on the two-person-high mahogany shelves. If you are not familiar with it, you may feel dizzy just looking at it.

There is only a corridor about the width of one person between the bookshelves.

"Excuse me."

Someone at the side took the book and wanted to pass by Shen Qingling's side.

"Sorry." Shen Qingling stepped aside with an apologetic expression.

The guy behind quickly moved over in small steps, and asked in a low voice: "Guest officer, what book do you want? Tell me your name, and the small one can help you find it."

"I'll take a look casually, don't worry."

Shen Qingling was wearing a green shirt, she was thin and slender, if she didn't look closely, she might be mistaken for a poor scholar.

The clerk smacked his lips, turned his hand and said: "The guest officer, please remember that the guests in the left hall can only stay for one stick of incense. If you don't buy it all, don't blame the little one for being merciless."

From the looks of it, the clerk really recognized Shen Qingling as those poor scholars who had no money to buy books and read everywhere.

"Yes, thank you, brother." Shen Qingling bowed her hands, took out two pieces of money from her sleeve pockets and handed them to the man, begging him not to make trouble later.

Seeing Shen Qingling's extravagant spending, the waiter's expression changed, and even after he left, he came back with a cup of hot tea, asking Shen Qingling to look for it slowly in the left hall, don't worry.

Outside, Ren Shaochun didn't dare to explain the purpose of his visit, so he vaguely mentioned the titles of a few books and asked the shopkeeper to lead him to find them.

Entering the left hall, the two looked at each other from a distance across the bookshelf.

There are a lot of old books on Xuan paper, so Shen Qingling and Ren Shaochun came in separately, in order to find them by themselves, and let the shopkeeper inadvertently reveal the person who recently bought used books.

After all, old books from the previous dynasty were not something that people sought after. If a buyer could be found in January, the bookstore would be considered open.

A stick of incense passed.

The shopkeeper was sweating profusely, and asked casually, "Third Master, what kind of book do you want? But I haven't thought about it. Do you need a recommendation for you?"

Ren Shaochun sat on a low stool beside him, nodded, and said slowly: "I don't want you to recommend it. What books are the best sellers here recently? Who are they buying? My lord, I'm going to It’s deceiving, you have to buy some books that can be on the table.”

"It's easy to say." The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, ran out quickly, and came back quickly, with a finger-thick notebook in his hand.

Shen Qingling raised her hand and took out two books to flip through, looking at the shopkeeper through the gap in the bookshelf from the corner of her eye.

"Mr. Han interprets dreams."

"Pure fair words."

"A Mysterious Story of Xinglin."

After declaring the titles of three books in a row, the shopkeeper bowed and explained to Ren Shaochun: "The three books were all sold last month. Although the young one doesn't know the person who bought the books, he looks like a nobleman by his clothes. Jun."

"Look?" Ren Shaochun asked back.

The shopkeeper nodded and said, "He is all dressed in silk and satin, with a gilt mask on his face. As soon as he entered the door, he was so luxurious that his eyes dazzled, so the memory of him is still fresh."

"Hiss..." Ren Shaochun raised his hand and stroked his chin, "But what are these three books about? Are they suitable for me to give away?"

It sounds like an ignorant mediocrity.

"The three books have nothing to do with each other." The shopkeeper pondered for a while, and asked the staff to find Han Lao's interpretation of dreams, and then said carefully: "If you want to give it to someone, you can choose this Han Lao's interpretation of dreams."

"What's the point?" Ren Shaochun asked again.

The shopkeeper thought for a while and said, "This book is quite interesting. If you give it to a young lady, it will definitely please her."

(End of this chapter)