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Listening to the three people talking and joking, Lu Jian paid attention. It turned out that the little scholar's name was Yu Ning, and the silent one was Qin Tong. He didn't know what he meant by talking all the time, but the words he said made people unhappy.

While Lu Jian was quietly sizing up the three of them, the one named Qin Tong finally spoke.

"Okay, Zhang Hai, please stop saying a few words, Yu Ning, he is just curious, don't mind."

When Zhang Hai heard this, he couldn't help curling his lips, but he didn't speak again. Yu Ning still looked calm and just nodded slightly: "I know."

Seeing that the subsequent topic had stopped, Lu Jian stopped paying attention and began to look at the shops on both sides of the street. Even at this time, there were many people shopping in Lin'an City, unlike Ping'an Town, where people were shopping after a while. , basically no one can be seen on the streets.

Not long after, the bullock cart stopped.

"You two, Changpingfang has arrived."

"okay."

Lu Jian agreed, jumped off the bullock cart, and then reached out to help Tang Ying. In response, Tang Ying just smiled helplessly and said nothing.

However, when the two got out of the car, the three people sitting in the back couldn't help but look over. When they saw the two, they were all slightly startled.

Lu Jian never cared about other people's looks, and Tang Ying was used to being looked at, so neither of them paid attention to the looks of the three people. After paying the fare, the two held hands and went to Qinglan Book Club together.

After the two people left, the bullock cart continued to move forward. Qin Tong then retracted his gaze and looked at Zhang Hai: "Will that person be the person taking the assessment this year?"

Zhang Hai naturally knew what Qin Tong meant, so he laughed and said, "It doesn't matter if it's true or not. Is there anyone who can be better than you, Qin Tong?"

These words obviously touched Qin Tong's heart, but he still pretended to be humble and said: "How do you know that someone is not good? You should be more humble as a person."

Yu Ning did not participate in the conversation between the two, but just lowered his eyes, wondering whether it was these two people he saw at that time.

On the other side, Lu Jian had already dragged Tang Ying into Qinglan Bookstore. Qinglan Bookstore occupies a large area with two floors. The layout downstairs is also divided into two parts. One side sells various story books. , and the other side sells pens, inks, paper, inkstones and the like.

The side selling storybooks has many people choosing from them, both men and women, but most of them look like maids and servants. The side selling pens, inks, paper and inkstones is relatively quiet, with only two or three scholar-looking ones. People are choosing.

"You go and choose your pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and I will choose my own notebook."

Lu Jian assigned a task as soon as he entered the house. Tang Ying glanced at those who were selecting storybooks, nodded in agreement, and went to choose the pens, inks, paper and inkstones he wanted. These pens, inks, papers and inkstones were available in various specifications.

When Lu Jian was talking, many people looked over subconsciously, and were immediately attracted by Tang Ying's appearance. However, as soon as Tang Ying turned around, she acted like she was not to be approached by strangers, so those people only dared to look at her. Look, he didn't get close.

Lu Jian was ignored by these people, and she was very happy. She walked to the bookshelf and started choosing. However, she had never bought any story books, and after reading several books, she didn't know how to choose.

At this time, a young man dressed as a waiter came over. The gray coarse linen clothes could not hide the young man's red lips and white teeth. If Tang Ying is a god who does not eat the fireworks of the world, then this young man is the boy who sat down with Guanyin.

With a smile on his face and a little baby fat face, he is beautiful and cute. When he wears the coarse linen clothes, it will make people feel that the clothes look much better.

"Sister, is this your first time here to buy story books?"

Lu Jian turned to look at him. She was attracted to the young man at first sight, but she quickly calmed down. The young man was good-looking, but not what she liked.

"correct."

The young man saw that Lu Jian was not attracted by his appearance and was a little surprised. However, when he turned around and saw Tang Ying carefully choosing a brush, he understood and said with a smile: "I'll help you choose. Why?" Sample?"

Lu Jian thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, just pick the ten best ones for me."

The young man agreed with a smile and began to select. In this book club, it was not uncommon to buy ten books at a time. Those maids and boys would never buy several books.

After a while, the young man picked out ten story books from various bookshelves and handed them to Lu Jian: "Sister, do you think these are suitable?"

There is no insight into these words. There is just a decent picture on the cover, and then there is the title of the book and the author's name. There is no other introduction.

Lu Jian looked at the titles of the books and saw the same name as Song Xin's on one of them. She was immediately relieved. It seemed to be more popular.

"Okay, just these ten books."

The young man immediately put on a brighter smile: "Okay, pay here."

After saying that, he took Lu Jian behind the counter. The person who collected the money was Ye Feng, the owner of the store. When he saw the pile of books in Lu Jian's hand, his eyes narrowed with laughter.

"Have you made your choice, little lady? All you need are these ten books?"

Lu Jian smiled and nodded: "Ten books are enough."

While the two were talking, the young man turned around and entered the hut next to him. After a while, he came out with a pot of tea and said to Ye Feng: "Dad, I brought tea."

"go Go,"

Ye Feng smiled fondly and waved to him, and the young man went upstairs with tea and water. Lu Jian looked at it curiously. Seeing her like this, Ye Feng smiled and said: "The upstairs is for entertaining ladies who are inconvenient. "

Lu Jian nodded understandingly. As village women, their demands were naturally not too high, but those ladies from the elite were required not to show up easily, but it was impossible not to go out to buy things, so some stores set up private rooms upstairs to entertain guests. these people.

Of course, the waiters in the private room upstairs must be more attentive than those downstairs, and the prices are naturally different. It seems that the young man came down to serve tea and happened to see her, so he came to help her choose books.

"Your son is so handsome."

Lu Jiancheng's sincere praise made the smile on the boss's face grow wider: "Yes, fortunately, this child doesn't look like me, but looks like his mother."

While the two were talking, Tang Ying also came over and handed over the brush and two pieces of jute paper he had selected: "Boss, let's settle the settlement together."

"okay."

The boss saw the two of them coming in together, and naturally saw that the relationship between the two was unusual, but he didn't expect that the young lady bought ten story books without blinking, while the husband bought jute paper.

Jute paper is the cheapest paper in his shop.