That's all, let's continue to look for places that need someone to write letters, or bookstores and academies that need people to copy books.

Just as he turned around to leave, he heard the steward say: "All books in this bookstore can be borrowed for free."

The students suspected that they had woken up too early today and had hearing problems, but they could never move their feet.

The steward said: "You only need ten copper coins to stay in the bookstore all day. Even from the time the store opens to closing, no one will chase you away. If you want to go out to eat in the middle, you only need to register in the book. There is no need to ask for help when you come back." Pay once."

The more these requirements are stated, the more unreal they feel to the students.

In the past, when they went to bookstores, they had to secretly read a few pages under the guise of buying books because they were short of money. But at that time, they were shameless and had to meet a nice shopkeeper. If they were unlucky, they would be scolded. After being kicked out, they are actually allowed to read books for free?

The cost of ten copper coins was simply ignored by them. What could ten copper coins do, buy five steamed buns?

If they could read a book for a day by eating five less buns, they would rather go hungry every day!

There were more and more people waiting at the door, so the steward thoughtfully speeded up his speech: "Of course, there are still some regulations."

Come on, come on, the students thought, they know that there is no pie in the world. This rule is just to let them spend money in different ways, right? For example, guests entering the door must buy several books before leaving, or they must copy ten books before they can read one...

The steward cleared his throat and said: "Although reading is free, everyone should take care of it. In order to preserve these books for a longer time, please take care of the pages when reading. If the books are damaged for no reason, compensation will be paid according to the price."

The students have been waiting for a long time but haven’t heard the next part—that’s it?

Serious readers are willing to break the pages of their books. Is this a matter of course the only requirement that bookstores have on them?

Some people couldn't help but ask: "Don't you have to buy things in the store?"

The steward folded his hands and smiled: "No requirements, free buying and selling."

Everyone was still hesitant, and the steward immediately opened the door: "Words are unfounded, seeing is believing. If you are curious, you can give it a try. After all, my fellow villagers are here to watch. Can I still talk in vain?"

The students really didn't believe that such a good thing could happen, but they really couldn't resist the temptation to read books wantonly. It didn't take long before a few bold ones came forward and said, "This is ten cents. Can I go in?"

The steward nodded: "Guests please, you will be introduced by the waiter after you enter."

As he said, as soon as the student entered the door, a well-dressed waiter gave him a detailed explanation: "Here are the local customs, here are the Four Books and Five Classics, here are the strategies, here are the scripts..."

"Look up. Each row of bookshelves has a category identification. Just follow this to find it. There are serial numbers on the sides of the books. Remember to put them back where they were after reading them."

He led the students inside again: "This is a place specially designed for you to read."

Everyone's eyes widened. They thought that in a shop like this, they could only stand or squat on the ground and read, but they never thought that there was even a teahouse?

Could this be the place where they were forced to spend money?

The waiter brought the person over and said, "My shopkeeper said that anyone who comes to our bookstore must be a book lover and has a desire to learn. You will definitely be reluctant to lift your head from the book for a while, so why not Sit down and take your time, the light is good here and the location is spacious.”

"Oh, by the way, we don't sell the Four Treasures of the Study here, so if you have the habit of taking notes, please prepare your own pen and ink. There are roads in the mountains of books and hard work in the sea of ​​learning. I wish you all to achieve your great ambitions and have a bright future. .”

After saying that, he left directly.

After carefully reading the books all afternoon, I found that no one came to urge them to leave or sell items. The students stayed up until noon without paying much attention, feeling hungry in their bellies, and many of them could no longer retain what they had gained from reading through memory alone.

How about going out to eat something and go home to get pens, ink, paper and inkstones to try?

It’s only ten cents after all. If you’re cheated, just don’t come here next time.

To be honest, the book I read in one morning was worth more than ten cents. Even if I didn't let you in after I went out, or I had to pay for it, it was still worth it.

As soon as the students went out, they found that there were still many people waiting outside. They told them everything they encountered in the store, and then hurried home to get their things.

The ordinary people who had nothing to do had already passed by the door several times. Seeing that the students came and went freely, and there was no sign of reluctance on their faces, they went home one after another to inform their relatives and friends about the bookstore.

As expected, the students stayed until closing time, and the waiter who came to remind the time was also very polite: "Gentlemen, it's not that we don't want you to stay longer, it's really getting late, and you have been concentrating for a long time. If you don't take a rest, it will hurt your eyes." , it will also hurt your body, isn’t it worth the loss?”

"It is said that if you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools. Haste makes waste. Our bookstore is not only open for one day. You can go back, eat and drink, and rest early. We will welcome you at the door early tomorrow morning. Arrive, okay?"

The students were hesitant and waited outside the bookstore while it was still dark in the morning.

When Xiaoxiao and Rong Yan saw them in the teahouse opposite, they admired them very much: "Look, these are the future talents of Daxia."

Rong Yan gave her a cup of hot tea: "Thanks to you, they can have such an opportunity."

Xiaoxiao took a sip and smiled calmly: "It's all a matter of effort."

She didn't feel that she had done anything extraordinary, so she didn't know that a few days later, this bookstore would already have a pivotal position in the hearts of the students. They wait at the door of the bookstore in the dim light of day every morning, waiting for the store door to open and then they can't wait to file in.

Touching the books that were once out of reach, the students took a deep breath, swallowed the heat in their eyes, hugged the books, and sat at the desks specially prepared for them.

This area is a reading area specially designated by Xiaoxiao. Apart from tables and chairs, there is only a plaque hanging high, which reads - Diligence is the Path.

Students who have been here say that studying here is very efficient. After reading all morning, you can complete homework that you can't finish at home in a whole day.

Everyone in Xijiang County knows that there is a shop called Youjian Bookstore in the county. The bookstore sells nothing but only allows people to read books. For ten cents, as long as they don't break the rules, they can read there quietly and comfortably for a day.

Because there are no items for sale, Xiaoxiao can't get points for opening this bookstore, but she doesn't care. Besides, she just got 500,000 yuan from Xindai, and she is now rich.

Besides, what is the purpose of making money? For joy!

She is happy now and everyone is happy too. Isn't that enough?

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