PDLP Chapter 119: Following Her for a Day
Chapter 119: Following Her for a Day
After dealing with the troublesome incident, Luo Yu explained to the administrator that if this kind of situation happens again when borrowing books in the future, the membership of the troublemaker will be cancelled directly without giving him face.
After saying this, he glared at the few people who had just spoken to Young Master Wang, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Those people went into the library dejectedly.
She turned around and was about to leave, but Master Cai came with his younger brothers and sisters to thank her.
"Miss Bai, thank you so much for what you did just now."
The little girl, who was only about seven or eight years old, thanked her sweetly: "Sister, you are so amazing! I want to be as amazing as you when I grow up."
"There's nothing to thank me for. You didn't do anything wrong." Luo Yu squatted down, glanced at the book in the little girl's hand, and said with a smile, "You will definitely learn it. Girls can also read and learn to be educated. You will definitely become an outstanding woman when you grow up."
"Well, my eldest brother will teach me and my second brother to read and write at home. He said that girls can also read and learn, and they are no worse than boys."
She looked at Master Cai again. He taught all his children personally, regardless of whether they were brothers or sisters, and also took them to the library to borrow books. This scholar had great ambitions.
After bidding them farewell, Luo Yu and Qin Bingrui discussed whether to keep this person and find a way to get him a job at the library. Their library was going to open branches across the country, so they had to find some reliable people.
Following the two girls up to the fifth floor, this is the legendary floor that only sells storybooks and where people have to rush to borrow comic books.
The only set of comic books cannot be borrowed out and can only be read in the library.
So, the scene that Zhu Jinyou and Song Si saw was a bunch of people, regardless of gender, age or status, as long as they could read, all of them were posing in different postures, some were squatting, some were leaning against the bookshelf, and some were sitting cross-legged on the ground, all of them were carefully flipping through the books that were available for free reading.
The other rows of reading chairs were already full because each floor had different types of books, so you couldn't take different books to other floors to reserve a seat.
The storybooks cannot be borrowed out. Although they can be read for free in the library, the latest series can only be purchased from other shops and will not be returned to the library until a month later.
The library published two consecutive volumes of several different storybooks at once. The subsequent volumes were sold in other shops and were not put on the shelves of the library.
Today is exactly one month, and the third volume of several storybooks has been put on the shelves, so there are a lot of people coming to read the storybooks for free.
In addition, a new storybook of the mystery type has been put on the shelves, and its sales are particularly high even in the library.
Most of the people who go to read the storybooks are ordinary people who can read but have no money, so they can only make do with reading the free ones here.
Not so many people read serious books.
The rich people have already bought the fifth volume in other shops, but what does it matter? The ancients had so little entertainment, they could afford to wait for the free one.
Zhu Jinyou learned about this rule from a scholar who was reading a book, and couldn't help but sigh that this kind of marketing model is not something that an ordinary business mind can think of.
On the one hand, she provided a free place for poor students to borrow books, and on the other hand, she had to earn enough money from the rich.
High, really high.
He suddenly began to doubt this Concubine Ying. Was she really Concubine Ying? Or was she the sister Miss Qin mentioned?
He no longer believed a word the two girls said.
They are so cunning that they can always make up for all the mistakes, leaving you confused about what is true and what is false.
Perhaps, Miss Qin has never told the truth?
What are they really after by doing all this? Is it for the money?
No, if they really wanted to make money, they could have simply not provided free readings on site.
A storybook? Zhu Jinyou couldn't help but want to take a look at what it was about.
Until, he came across a nearly torn-out copy of "The Biography of the Famous Detective Wenbo." It told the story of an elderly man who, because of his youthful talent but lack of recognition, and his age, was disdained by his family and forgotten by the world, so he became indignant and determined to prove his abilities. Eventually, he opened a detective agency in Qingzhou City.
Zhu Jinyou was racked with questions. Why did he open a detective agency to prove his abilities? When it came to crimes like murder and arson, wasn't it the job of the Dali Temple, the Ministry of Justice, and the various provincial government offices to apprehend the criminals?
Forget it, it’s just a storybook. You can’t think with a normal brain.
The first story seems quite depressing...
There's a story about a small town in the south not far from Qingzhou City. There's a village called Panlong Village in the town, and the people there rely on farming for their livelihood. Behind the village stands a large mountain, and at the foot of the mountain flows a stream. The villagers rely on the mountain for their livelihood, and farming is enough to eke out a living.
Apart from going to the market in town during the slack season, the villagers have almost no other entertainment.
Until one day, a fire broke out in the firewood room of a family in the village, burning to death the male owner Zheng Dacai and the eldest son Zheng Yongan.
The villagers thought it was just an accident. After all, they would just hastily collect the body, have a feast and bury it. Villagers didn't care about so many things.
But Zheng Dacai's parents disagreed. Although their eldest son was not a good person and loved drinking, gambling and beating his wife, it was still a life. Old man Zheng and his wife Aunt Tian went to the village to make a fuss, saying that Zheng Dacai's wife, He, had murdered her husband and that murder must be paid with her life.
Zheng Dacai was addicted to gambling in his early years, and was separated from his original family after he had his third daughter.
He was responsible for the livelihood of the entire family. She did farm work during the day and did laundry, cooked, and served the whole family at night.
When Zheng Dacai lost money gambling and came back drunk, he beat He like crazy.
He was thin and weak, and was no match for the tall and strong Zheng Dacai in terms of strength, so he could only be beaten.
People in the village said that within ten days, they would always see bruises on He's face, and sometimes her face was so swollen that she couldn't even speak. She looked really pitiful, but no one in the village dared to help her, as everyone was afraid of getting into trouble and being retaliated against.
The two old men of the Zheng family came to make trouble simply because they wanted to take away the few acres of land that was divided out from their eldest son's family. They couldn't let the He family get such a big advantage.
He was unwilling to give it as she had a 12-year-old second son and a 6-year-old daughter to support. She could not bear the loss of her husband and her eldest son and land.
So the village chief made a decision. The village would pay money to go to Qingzhou City to find the famous detective Wen Bo to investigate the case. If it was proved that Zheng Dacai and Zheng Yongan were killed by He, the acres of land should be compensated to Zheng Dacai's parents, at least as a form of alimony.
……
When Zhu Jinyou saw this, his brows furrowed.
This story is so terrible, how come people still like to read it?
Zheng Dacai deserved to die, but his death was strange. There is no need to guess who the murderer is in this story. We only need to prove how the murderer killed the victim.
Zhu Jinyou was not interested and wanted to seal the letter and leave.
However, Mrs. Song Si was able to read the situation and thought that Mr. Zhu liked the books, so she took the books and went to pay for them.
Zhu Jinyou: “…”
As a result, Zhu Jinyou didn't watch it, but Song Si watched it with great interest.
Every time he saw something exciting, he couldn't help but sigh: "So that's how it is! I never thought of it! I never thought of it!"
Zhu Jinyou tried his best not to be disturbed by him and went to see what Miss Bai and Miss Qin were doing.