Qinglian Bookstore became completely famous in the eastern part of Qingzhou.
A long queue had formed outside the bookstore early in the morning.
"Sister, I'll give you three taels of silver to cut in line…"
"Go away, go away! I've been waiting for an hour, how can it be your turn!"
The person trying to cut in line was still unwilling and struggled, saying:
"I'll give you three and a half taels, oh no, four taels of silver…"
"Bah! Scram!"
The person who wanted to cut in line finally left dejectedly and went to the back of the long queue to wait.
As she was thinking about cutting in line, the queue had grown even longer.
Thinking of this, her face turned green.
...
Chen Liangyu, who was in a bad mood, was dragged out by Li Xiqin for a stroll.
When they saw the bustling scene of the bookstore, both of them were surprised.
Chen Liangyu was thinking: I wonder which great scholar has a new work that has attracted everyone to buy it.
Meanwhile, Li Xiqin was thinking: I wonder who the lucky person is who wrote such a popular book, they must have earned quite a lot of money.
Actually, Li Xiqin had been trying to write novels.
Although as a Tongshou, she had a certain talent for reading, unfortunately, every novel she wrote was a flop.
Writing novels requires imagination.
Moreover, Li Xiqin had lived in a small place before and had no experience. Not to mention, she was engrossed in her studies, ignoring everything else. Even when she wrote ordinary novels, they gave people a sense of "fabrication."
Although their reasons for curiosity were different, they walked towards the bookstore together.
Seeing the long queue, Chen Liangyu frowned slightly.
As a Tongshou of a state, waiting in line was beneath her dignity.
At this moment, the sharp-eyed Li Xiqin spotted their classmates from the Third Class of Tianzi.
"Ju Hong! Ju Hong!"
The classmate named Ju Hong turned her head and saw Chen Liangyu. Her eyes lit up, and she replied:
"Liangyu, Xiqin, you've also come to Qinglian Bookstore to sell books!"
Li Xiqin brought Chen Liangyu to Ju Hong and said:
"We didn't come specifically, it's just that Liangyu was curious seeing such a long queue."
Li Xiqin did not mention her own curiosity at all, emphasizing in her words that it was Chen Liangyu who wanted to buy books.
Chen Liangyu, standing beside them, naturally knew the other party's little thoughts, but she did not expose them.
She did want to buy books. Even if the other party used her as an excuse and played a little trick, as long as the desired outcome was achieved, why bother with minor details.
Indeed, upon hearing Li Xiqin's words, Ju Hong hesitated slightly, but the other party still gave up her spot.
Chen Liangyu calmly thanked her and naturally walked into the queue, taking Ju Hong's place.
Ju Hong's position was at the front, and it wasn't long before it was Chen Liangyu's turn.
"Miss, which novel would you like to buy?"
Chen Liangyu looked at the smiling attendant in front of her and said expressionlessly:
"Whatever the people in the back are queuing to buy, I'll buy that."
Hearing Chen Liangyu's answer, the attendant knew that this customer had never read the books by his "Qinglian Jushi" and recommended excitedly:
"Everyone is buying novels by Qinglian Jushi. Qinglian Jushi has written two novels.
One is called 'Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai,' which tells a tragic and beautiful love story between a man and a woman. This novel is finished and divided into several volumes!
The other is called 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: A Remarkable Man.' The stories in this novel are quite bizarre, I guarantee you've never heard anything like it!"
As he said this, the attendant's expression was a little regretful:
"It's just... the second novel by Qinglian Jushi has only released one volume. I don't know how the subsequent story will unfold..."
However, Chen Liangyu was somewhat disappointed after hearing the attendant's introduction.
She had expected a collection of poems or essays written by a great scholar, but it turned out to be just a disreputable novel.
Thinking this, Chen Liangyu felt a bit bored.
However, since it had taken up her valuable time, she casually pointed to a novel and said:
"This one, then..."
...
Nian Residence.
In the room.
Since she started cultivating, Nian Jiaojiao had bought a cushion.
This cushion was different from the common cushions in Dayue, as the shop owner made it according to Nian Jiaojiao's requirements.
Common cushions in Dayue were square and only had a thin layer. Apart from keeping out dust from the ground, they made little difference to Nian Jiaojiao.
So Nian Jiaojiao asked the craftsman to weave it into a circle and twist several layers around the circle, thus making it a thick cushion.
Nian Jiaojiao sat down, feeling the softness beneath her hips and the faint fragrance of the grass rope occasionally emanating, and her "ambition" to cultivate immediately surged.
"Smoke Jiaojiao" emerged from the top of her head and jumped in place. When she saw the source of power from the novel, she became visibly excited.
So much...
Green light spots!
Qingzhou was indeed Qingzhou. In just a few days, this energy was almost equivalent to the extraordinary power accumulated over such a long period in Fengcheng.
After the excitement, "Smoke Jiaojiao" immediately sat cross-legged and began to absorb energy.
They say cultivation is timeless. This time, Nian Jiaojiao felt it.
It felt like only a blink of an eye, but when she opened her eyes and saw that the room was completely dark, she was startled.
Pushing the door open, she saw Yu Chuan and Xing Yun waiting outside the door.
"What are you doing outside the door? The night dew is heavy, it's not good for your health."
Nian Jiaojiao quickly stepped forward to hold both their hands, and indeed, they felt slightly cool to the touch.
"Let's go to the living room."
However, Xing Yun shook her head.
"Wife, I'll heat up some food for you first."
Nian Jiaojiao touched her stomach; she seemed a bit hungry.
She had only eaten breakfast, and then cultivated through lunch and dinner.
"Have you eaten?" Nian Jiaojiao asked.
Yu Chuan and Xing Yun both nodded.
So, Nian Jiaojiao thanked them:
"In that case, I'll trouble you over there."
Xing Yun was very happy, smiling and saying:
"I'll be right back, Wife, you go wait for me in the dining room first!"
However, Nian Jiaojiao looked at Xing Yun running off for her, limping slightly, and her nose felt a little sore.
Before, she couldn't think of a way to treat Xing Yun's leg. Now that she knew about extraordinary power in this world, and as she cultivated, her understanding of this power deepened. Perhaps, there was a way to heal Xing Yun's leg.
Based on the TV dramas she had watched in her past life, Nian Jiaojiao's thoughts wandered.
After joining the Miscellaneous Studies school, she had to find a way to treat Xing Yun as soon as possible.
However, she wouldn't tell Xing Yun this for now, so as not to give her false hope.
The dining room was lit by lanterns.
When Nian Jiaojiao entered, she found that everyone was not asleep and seemed to be waiting for her.
As Nian Jiaojiao sat down, she asked them:
"I said before, you don't have to wait for me if I'm cultivating. What if I cultivate until tomorrow?"
Nan Qing then said:
"Don't worry, we won't last until tomorrow."
Nian Jiaojiao: ???
What was wrong with him again?
Why did she feel that his tone of voice was a bit strange?