Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 59
The publishing house wanted to send [-] books of "Jieyou Grocery Store" to Zhang Zhong. It was useless for Zhang Zhong to have so many books, but he thought it might be useful in the future, so he kept it.

It's just that Fang Xingkai's delivery was relatively late, and it may take two or three days to get it, so Zhang Zhong went to buy a copy.

Now that it's left to Xu Yuhan, there's no need to buy it anymore. Anyway, I've already looked through it when I was in the bookstore.

……

"Old Liang, here, I'll give you a book to read."

Old man Liang passed by Zhang's grocery store and was stopped by Zhang Xingjun. Old man Liang took a look inside and was a little surprised. Be good, Lao Zhang's grocery store has changed into a bookstore?So many books piled up?
In fact, there are not many, about thirty or forty books, but they are all piled up on the counter, which is quite eye-catching.

"What kind of book is this?" Lao Liang walked in and took the book from Zhang Xingjun.

Zhang Xingjun laughed and said, "This book is very famous. It was just released for sale today. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to buy it, so I bought a few more copies."

Old man Liang glanced at the pile of books next to him, and said to himself: How many books are these?
"It's not like you don't know me. Apart from reading newspapers, when have you ever touched a book? This book is called Jieyou Grocery Store?" Old man Liang said with a smile, "Your name is Zhangjia Supermarket, and they call it Jieyou Grocery Store. What are you talking about, let me tell you, I don’t have the money to buy your book.”

Zhang Xingjun pushed the book into old man Liang's hand, "Hey, what money do you want, I'll give it to you for free."

Old man Liang stretched his head to look at the sun outside, "Hey, is the sun coming out from the west today? Are you so generous, old Zhang?"

Zhang Xingjun is not a stingy person, but old man Liang certainly knows the situation of his family. His son has been ill in the hospital for several years, and the family is very tight. Usually, the old men and women in the community have any group activities. Their family will definitely not Participate, even if you ask him to drink, he won't move.

"Your son has recovered and is able to work?" old man Liang guessed.

Zhang Xingjun said with a smile, "The body is almost in good shape."

"Then congratulations."

"Hey, thank you, thank you. Take this book and read it. It really doesn't cost money."

"Here……"

"If you don't want to read it, you can go home and show it to your children. This book has become popular recently. The Huaxia Minbao has mentioned it by name, saying that it is very good."

"Really or not, Huaxia Minbao mentioned it?"

"How can I lie to you, don't forget it, there are people who want it."

"No, I can't do it, old Zhang, you are really strange today."

After Lao Liang walked out of the grocery store, he glanced at the book in his hand and shook his head. How crazy is this old Zhang, and he even sent the book.

But he was right, he didn't read the book himself, it was good for his little grandson at home, so he didn't know if this book was suitable for his grandson to read, and if Huaxia Min Bao had mentioned it, he couldn't be wrong.

Here, Zhang Xingjun waited until old man Liang left, and then counted the books on the counter again.

35 copies, five copies have been given away, and I will try to give them away before eating.

The local tyrant that Yang Wei heard about in the morning was none other than Zhang Xingjun. He knew that his son's book was on sale today, so he went to the bookstore early in the morning to buy [-] copies.

He didn't tell Zhang Zhong about this, it was completely spontaneous, and the money he used to buy books was also the living expenses that Zhang Zhong gave him before.

Zhang Zhong still had a lot of money left in his hand, so he gave the old couple 2000 yuan each, once a month. With Zhang Xingjun's 2000 yuan, after buying books this time, there is not much money left.

Although Zhang Chong did not allow Zhang Xingjun to tell others his identity, Zhang Xingjun still wanted to show off, so he thought of this method.

In his mind, this kills two birds with one stone, not only can it show the current strength of his family, but it can also do publicity for his son.

"Hey, Sister Liu, are you back from shopping in the vegetable market? Here, I'll give you something nice..."

When Zhang Chong went home and passed by his grocery store, Zhang Xingjun was pulling an aunt to deliver books.

"If you don't want money, I'll take it home."

"Of course no money."

The aunt took the book, turned around and saw Zhang Chong's father and daughter, and said with a smile, "The young master is here, take the girl out to play?"

The local old people like to call young people young masters.

"Well, the air is good in the morning, take her out for a walk."

"Good thing, good thing, go home first, you go in."

When the family left, Zhang Zhong looked back at the books in front of his father, and said strangely, "Dad, where did you get so many books?"

The first thing he thought about was Surging Literature, did Fang Xingkai send the book in advance?

"Of course I bought it." Zhang Xingjun said with a chuckle, "I was thinking about the books you wrote, and the neighbors and neighbors should give them a few copies to read."

Zhang Chong saw that his father was very happy to send the books, so he didn't say anything about the sixty books sent by the publishing house. If he found out, he would probably regret it.

"It's boring for you to give away like this. Why don't you hold a lottery in the store and give away the book as a prize." Zhang Zhong said casually.

Zhang Xingjun's eyes lit up, "Why didn't I think of it, your idea is good, maybe it can promote business."

Zhang Zhong secretly thought it was funny. The books on the counter were estimated to cost more than 1000 yuan, and they were used for activities, so they couldn't make any money at all, but his father was very happy.

"Think about the event yourself. There is not much oil and rice in the house, and I can't buy it well. Dad, take some time to go there."

Zhang Zhong took out a wad of about two to three thousand yuan from his wallet and gave it to Zhang Xingjun.

"It's not so much, besides, I still have money."

"Let's talk if we can't finish the flowers. I'll take Pengpeng back first. I'll talk about renting a house in the afternoon. If it goes well, we'll be moving tomorrow. We'll close the door early at night and go home to see what we need to bring. Pack it up, I'll call the moving company directly tomorrow to move." Zhang Zhong said.

Zhang Xingjun said with some distress, "What kind of moving company do you need so close, and we don't have much stuff, I'll just go and call for a few trips."

Zhang Zhong shook his head. He didn't want to make such a hassle for something that could be done with a few hundred dollars.

In fact, he originally wanted to throw away all the things in the old house that should be thrown away, and just keep some important ones, but Hu Huifang firmly disagreed. In her eyes, there is nothing in the house that cannot be used, so big that it is useless for a few years. The rice cooker is as small as a piece of rag, she can tell you 12456.

Zhang Zhong is already used to it. From childhood, there are a lot of old things that have been saved for many years in the house, and they are not used and reluctant to throw away.

However, Zhang Zhong didn't get affected by it. Instead, he was the kind of person who liked to throw things away. If he didn't need an item for a period of time, he would throw it away without thinking about the possibility of using it later.

Although sometimes there will be situations where you need to use something, but find that you have thrown it away.

But most of the time, Zhang Zhong feels that throwing things regularly makes his life easier.

　Thank you for the rewards of [Feng Ge Special] and [One Night Autumn Glory], come on, everyone say hello to Feng Ge and Glory Brother.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)