Wu Tang Flourishing age

Zhu Donghe felt cold in his heart because he felt as if he had completely lost control of his ten fingers. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make his hands into fists.

"Why don't you cut your neck? Which one do you choose?"

The voice of the woman in white is as clear as a mountain spring, but it falls in Zhu Donghe's ears, which is colder than counting nine cold days.

"The fire burns well, so I'll keep your hands. At least you can burn such a fire in the future. Come to me if you want revenge in the future. Don't go to Li Luoyang."

The woman in white got up slowly as she spoke. She patted her warm hands. It seemed that she was ready to go.

"To avenge you, you must say a name!" Zhu Donghe's face was ferocious and his mouth twitched.

"I almost forgot, the Wu family in Baiyun Mountain. If I can't find it in Baiyun Mountain, I'll go to Baiyun collection at the foot of the mountain to inquire." the woman in white is like the wind and is moving away. I wish Donghe's body is shaking and her feet are soft. The whole person suddenly fell to the ground and her hands are shaking.

Just now, Zhu Donghe, who has a strong face, has a bead of sweat on his forehead, both the pain of the wound and the consequences of a cold.

"Li Luoyang, Baiyun Mountain, what is the relationship between you? Is it difficult for a small Li family village to produce a real dragon in the mire?"

Kui Zhu Donghe took the wound medicine with him, and Kui's Baiyun Mountain Wu family woman didn't completely waste his hands, so that he could reluctantly apply medicine and bandage himself. However, after doing these things, Zhu Donghe had completely collapsed in the snow and gasped.

He also inquired about Li Luoyang. There was nothing special. In fact, Zhu Donghe was careless and didn't seriously understand how miserable the four people in black died in Li Luoyang's family.

For an ordinary martial artist, losing both hands basically means losing most of his combat effectiveness, unless he is a martial artist whose kung fu is all on his feet. Zhu Donghe has never practiced footwall Kung Fu. If he is broken at his age, he will basically be completely abandoned.

Originally, people don't have much hope after 60. The only thing that worries Zhu Donghe is Zhu Ying. Therefore, even if his health is extremely bad, Zhu Donghe still chooses to leave the valley after dawn. He wants to go to the city to find his granddaughter.

As in the past, the wind and snow disappeared when the sun rose. Li Luoyang settled down. Zhu Ying took the Laoshan Taoist priest written last night and went straight to the market to find a bookstore.

Compared with later printed publications that need to be approved, the control of the Wu and Zhou dynasties in this regard is not strict. As long as they are not articles aimed at the imperial court and the royal family, basically the officials will not intervene, especially strange novels. In the view of the imperial court and real readers, they are all things for fools to spend their leisure time, and there is no need or need to manage.

Because Anning county is only a medium-sized County, the economy and cultural level of the whole county are not enough to support the existence of large-scale bookstores, that is, bookstores. Li Luoyang inquired about it from many sources before he found a humble bookseller in the market - Moxiang.

"This name really has no connotation. I'm afraid 50 of the 100 bookstores are called this name."

Make complaints about the name of the bookstore, and Li Luoyang walks towards the bookstore gate.

"Who are you looking for?"

Before Li Luoyang knocked on the door, a 15-year-old boy suddenly appeared at the empty door. He was wrapped in a gray cotton padded jacket, with a thick cotton hat on his head, and two lines of clear snot on his face.

"This is a bookstore. I want to print books."

"Help the family print? How many pages, how many books, how many words, what paper and ink?" the young man asked eloquently. His skillful appearance proved that he was indeed in the bookstore, so he didn't know whether it was the master's house or a helper.

"The number of words is not much. It doesn't matter what the paper is. I don't know the number of pages. Can I see the shopkeeper?"

"You're not as tall as me, so you want to see the shopkeeper? Uncle, someone wants to print a book." the young man looked at Li Luoyang from head to toe in contempt, then turned his head and opened his throat and shouted. A moment later, a slow voice came from the door: "what's the hurry? I'm reading. Who wants to print a book?"

At the age of 45, Zhou Lin didn't have much talent in reading. He failed three county tests. Finally, he had to honestly take over the only business in his family, "ink bookstore" to make a living. In fact, Zhou Lin likes reading very much. This habit may be due to the habit formed in the bookstore since childhood. His eyes are broken when he grows up. He can't see people clearly from three or five feet away. He always narrows his eyes all day and occasionally touches his head and falls because of his eyes.

Even so, Zhou Lin still likes reading, but what he likes is never "serious books". Often when others are really "Studying", he is reading strange gossip, when others are practicing calligraphy, he is reading strange gossip, and when others are doing beautiful articles, he is still reading strange gossip. In the end, when others are admitted to the post, he has to go home, Continue to watch strange gossip.

Fortunately, his ancestors left him a good industry. The bookstore is specialized in printing books. These days, the four books and five classics have been printed rotten and crazy. Like those used in the county school, at least they have to be exquisite printed materials from the bookstore in the city. It can't be printed by a small bookstore such as ink incense. Therefore, Zhou Lin has barely had enough food and clothing so far, Print some personal works and keep this business.

Of course, no matter how small the bookstore is, it is also a printing workshop. This condition allows Zhou Lin to maintain a good relationship with the paper shops selling books in the market and the salesmen in the streets, so that he can often get all kinds of books to satisfy his greed. Sometimes when Zhou Lin finds a very interesting book and there is no sales in Anning County, he will also do some pirated things. Often, the books that can make him feel interesting will sell well after printing.

Li Luoyang is blocked by the son of Zhou Lin's younger brother. Because the bookstore has given Zhou Lin, his younger brother Zhou Cong has no business, so he can only farm in the countryside. He has several sons at home. He has too many mouths, so he simply sends the largest Zhou Xinxin to Zhou Lin's house. On the one hand, he helps his eldest brother who is not married and has children, and on the other hand, he also makes a living, As for Zhou Lin, if he has no successor in the future, maybe Zhou Xinxin can take over the industry.

"Are you going to print the book?"

His eyes narrowed almost invisible, his old clothes full of ink, and a thread bound book under his armpits. With the messy chicken nest hairstyle, Li Luoyang felt as if he had seen a scientific research dog.

"Are you the shopkeeper?"

"Well, I'm the bookkeeper of the bookstore, you are." Zhou Lin continued to get close to Li Luoyang, and his eyes almost stuck to Li Luoyang, so he could see Li Luoyang clearly. Then, like Zhou Xinxin, Zhou Lin didn't believe that Li Luoyang was going to publish a book. He only thought that Li Luoyang was a schoolboy from a large family. He came to inquire about the news for his childe and young master.

"I want to publish a book myself. I want to publish a series of strange novels. What I bring today is only the first story. I can print a booklet or serial instead of a book."

"Booklet? Serial? Series of stories? Did you write it?" Zhou Lin was confused. Although he could understand every word Li Luoyang said, he couldn't understand it even when they were together.

"Because this story is very simple, it is not enough to make a complete story, so we can print it into several pieces of paper, take it out and sell it first, wait until the new story comes out, then print it and sell it again. After we can print a few stories into one book, we will print it into a beautiful first volume, and we will talk about it later."

Even though Li Luoyang had tried very hard to explain, Zhou Lin understood it very hard. His eyes could not help shaking, as if the whole was about to faint. As for Zhou Xinxin, he didn't understand a word, but he was more straightforward and simply didn't listen at all.

"Anyway, it's just printing, isn't it? Our ink is a serious bookstore. Please give me the sample first!"

I don't know if Zhou Lin really understood Li Luoyang's meaning. Li Luoyang had to hand him the manuscript of Laoshan Taoist priest first. I thought Zhou Lin would finish reading it soon, but Li Luoyang never thought that Zhou Lin was a bookworm.