The county’s bookstore is still easy to find. After all, the county is only so big. Zhao Yuanle asked for a way and arrived after walking for more than ten minutes.

There is a blue brick house with a sign engraved on the door, called Chunhui Bookstore. On two log pillars at the door, the Spring Festival couplets for the New Year have not been torn, and they are red and black.

Zhao Yuanle could see that the characters on the Spring Festival couplet were very skillful.

Behind the half-closed door, a young man wearing a small square hat saw her.

Zhao Yuanle walked in so big, and smiled at the little Shutong beside him.

The little book boy was a little shy, lowered his head embarrassedly, and fell his eyes on the bookshelf beside him.

The young man put down the book in his hand and asked with a smile: "Little girl, what are you going to buy?"

Zhao Yuanle looked at the rows of bookshelves inside and asked, "I want to read books."

"Oh?" The young man was a little surprised: "Then do you want to buy a book?"

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "I can't afford it, can I rent it?"

Perhaps I didn't expect Zhao Yuanle to be so straightforward. The young man was stunned. After a while of silence, he nodded slightly.

"It should be."

Zhao Yuanle: "If you can, you can, you can't. If you can't, you don't know if you are the boss."

Young man: "I'm not the boss."

Zhao Yuanle: "Ah?"

At this time, Xiao Shutong whispered to Zhao Yuanle: "He is our little boss and the boss's son."

"Oh." Zhao Yuanle understood, second generation, this is.

The young man looked at Zhao Yuanle curiously.

"Do you recognize words? Do you want to buy a thousand-character text or a three-character classic?"

Zhao Yuanle was very happy inside.

She looked up and said, "I'll buy history books."

"History?" the young man hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, Zhao Yuanle was also thinking in his heart.

She should be right, just a history book, and it should be no shame.

The young man quickly laughed and said, "There are many kinds of historical books. When do you want to see when?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Just... it's the last hundred years."

The young man paused.

"In the past 100 years, I'm afraid there is no such division. It is either the history of various dynasties before the Republic or the history of the Republic, but this republic just had its first year.

So, if you want the last one hundred years, then the only one that is recently will be Hua Chaoshi.”

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "That's it."

The young man looked at the little book boy. The little book boy quickly reached a bookshelf and stood on tiptoe to pick up the book from above.

Zhao Yuanle just watched it like this. After reading it for about three minutes, the little book boy carefully took more than ten books from that row.

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

No, no, so many books?

The young man walked over, read the books, and picked out three of them.

"These three books are nearly a hundred years old."

Zhao Yuanle took a breath and asked, "How much does it cost to rent it?"

The young man said, "If you want to rent, you have to pay a deposit first."

Yes, customers like her must pay a deposit.

Zhao Yuanle slapped his head.

Her mind is probably affected by a pig.

She almost forgot that the aunt's family is a scholar, and she is a scholar after all. She must have history books, so why would she rent it?

The young man looked at Zhao Yuanle's reaction and said, "It's okay if you don't have a deposit, but I want to see if you can understand words. If you can understand, I will rent the book to you."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanle walked over directly.

"You ask."

The young man opened a book and found one of the pages.

"Come on, read it to me."

Zhao Yuanle saw the cover of this book.

History of the Chinese Dynasty.

Page 1…

Zhao Yuanle saw this narrative after the history of the Chinese Dynasty.

1368-1912

Um?

This time period...

Zhao Yuanle was shocked, and then restrained his surprise. He looked at the familiar traditional Chinese characters on it and began to read it.

From the time Zhao Yuanle read the first word, the young man's face changed.

Until Zhao Yuanle finished reading this page, he seemed to be still confused.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhao Yuanle spoke and asked, "Is it OK? If you are worried, I won't rent it." It just saved 50 cents.

"Oh, no, don't worry, you can take these three books back and read them first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Shutong understood the young man's eyes and placed three thick books in Zhao Yuanle's hands.

Zhao Yuanle felt the weight on his hand and asked, "I only cost 50 cents, how many days can I rent it?"

Young man: "Then let's go for five days."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then I will return the book in five days."

For some reason, she felt that the young man felt perfunctory when talking about the number of days.

She was about to leave, but the young man stopped her.

"Come on, register."

The young man stood by the counter, took out a notebook, held a fine brush in his hand, and asked, "Name."

"Zhao Yuanle."

She saw that he just wrote a few random strokes, and the words he wrote were very elegant.

The young man: "Today is the eighteenth day of the lunar month. Five days later, it is twenty-three. Come and return the book."

Zhao Yuanle nodded and took out 50 cents from him.

The young man just put the 50 cents aside. He looked at Zhao Yuanle curiously and asked another question.

"Where is your teaching master from?"

"Well..." Zhao Yuanle's eyes rolled and said, "I haven't been to school."

The young man was even more curious: "Then how can you recognize the words?"

Zhao Yuanle: "My aunt is a scholar at home. Her family used to be a scholar. When she was a child, she taught our girls to study."

"Oh..." the young man thought, "Then is your aunt from another place? Did you come from Beidu?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Why do you ask that?"

The young man: "I heard that your accent was very similar to that of the other side when you were studying, but there are differences."

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

Ah... She is here these days, and she speaks dialects. She just studied and is used to Mandarin.

How would she explain her standard second-class Mandarin accent...

Damn it, it’s too easy to show off your strength during this halfway journey.

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle didn't speak, the man said again: "I have nothing else to mean, I just feel curious. If you don't want to say it, forget it."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Well, forget it."

Young man: "..." This girl is indeed quite straightforward.

Seeing the young man silent, Zhao Yuanle: "Can I leave?"

The young man smiled when he heard this: "Of course, you paid."

With three books in his arms, Zhao Yuanle quickly left the place and headed for his uncle's house.

But the young man stood by the counter, with doubts between his eyebrows for a long time and could not dissipate.

He was very curious about what the little girl was saying just now, with her words that were straightforward and sounded more like official language than the local dialect in Beidu.

He was even more curious about the little girl's aunt coming from the north. She had a rather avant-garde mind and taught her daughter to read and read books, but she was still reading history books.
Chapter completed!