After drinking ginger soup, Li Jia started to look carefully.

The bookstore is not big, with only four bookshelf, and only four or five thousand books. Basically, the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as the poems and manuscripts of famous artists and celebrities, there are about a dozen customers who are wandering around, almost occupying the bookstore. They look at the book quietly, with their expressions very pleasant.

In some corners, the four treasures of the study are placed, neatly and orderly.

"Auntie, can you read books at will in the bookstore?" Li Jia was a little surprised.

No matter what era it is, books are always precious, especially in troubled times, which is hard to find. Many lonely and ugly books are in the hands of noble families. Ordinary people have no conditions and can only read a few Confucian classics.

Therefore, Zhao Pu said that he could study half of the Analects and conquer the world, and half of the Analects and conquer the world, which sounds very awesome, but in fact he was just a last resort.

In ordinary bookstores, if someone stays and doesn't leave for a long time, but is driven out, they may not have a good memory. If they recite it silently and then go home to copy it, wouldn't it be a big loss for the bookstore?

"Yes!" The aunt squinted her eyes, glanced at these scholars, and said:

"You can see that our family also wants to borrow scholars and they are lucky, so naturally there is no time limit. They also provide ginger soup, but there is no chair to entertain..."

"Wouldn't that delay business!" Li Jia tilted her head, looked at the people who were reading books, and said softly.

"No!" the old lady grinned and whispered: "Because she can read books, many people come, and scholars are very proud of their face. When she goes back, she often buys some paper and brings it back, and makes a lot of money!"

Seeing the aunt's face full of joy, Li Jia was silent. The businessman never did business at a loss, and this is true.

Sure enough, free ones are often the most expensive, but they are nothing for these scholars. Paper is a consumable and needs to be used every day. Where can I buy it? I can also read books through this reason, but it is not a loss.

Li Jia asked the guards to hide from the rain under the eaves, and took Wu Qing to wander around in this small bookstore.

These books are online bookkeeping, including Confucian classic books, as well as some Taoist and Buddhist classics, as well as legendary novels circulated during the Tang Dynasty.

For example, the novelist Shen Jiji's "The Pillow" and Li Gongzuo's "The Biography of the Prefect of Nan Ke" respectively describe the stories of Lu Sheng and Chun Yuqi as the prime minister in the dream, with great power, and suddenly awakened after waking up from the dream, which shows that the glory and wealth of the world are as empty as the dream, and are not worth relying on.

Seeing this, Li Jia became interested. These things were hard to find in Lingnan. After searching for them, he found a spicy satirical article and read it.

This book is an article in "The Original Record" written by Huangfu, called "Kyoto Confucian scholars". Li Jia read it with relish. Thanks to his adaptive learning for many years, these classical Chinese can still be understood.

This article is short and concise, and it describes a story about a scholar who claims to be brave and not afraid of ghosts. He stayed alone in a haunted house one night, and was frightened by his own donkey. It directly satirized the scholars' disparate words and deeds and hypocritical words and deeds, which were indeed spicy.

This kind of article was only available in the late Tang Dynasty. It was hard to see it in the Song Dynasty. It was satirized by scholars and was desperate.

Since it was classical Chinese, Li Jia read it very slowly and it took a quarter of an hour to end. At this moment, a quarrel suddenly came from his ears.

In this kind of bookstore, the noise is the most annoying. Li Jia frowned instantly, and Wu Qing, who was beside him, immediately went to inquire with tactfulness. He came back and said:

"Mr. Lang seems to be an official from Changsha County Government!"

Changsha Prefecture governs Tanzhou, while Tanzhou governs Changsha County, with the same city as the prefecture and county magistrates are extremely frustrated.

Since ancient times, the changes in county government offices have not been great. The county magistrate is also called Bailihou. It has extremely powerful power and has six robbers or six corporations, namely the microcosm of officials, households, rituals, soldiers, punishments, labours, and six miniatures, which can be called a small court.

Among them, the county yamen officials who are mainly contacted by the people are mostly three yamen runners, namely Zao, Zhuang, Kuaisan, and Kuaisan, and Zaoshi (the group of people who are called the mighty of the case) and the fast train officer arrests (constables), and the strong train do poorly (internal staff, county magistrates, and miscellaneous people). Of course, there are also sedan chairmen, coroners, etc., who are also officials.

There are many, and there are only about a hundred yamen runners in a county government office, but it is difficult to manage a county town through these people, let alone a county with a huge range.

So, temporary workers, i.e., white servants, came on stage, and they were not promoted, so they had no salary, but they had the power to extort and do everything they could.

There are always dozens of dog-legged followers in each fast-track constable. They buy their own official uniforms, and the money comes from extortion of the people, and most of them can only make ends meet.

It's a big deal for officials, but for the people, no matter how small they are, they are still an official.

"Let's go and have a look--" Li Jia had long heard of the infamous reputation of the yamen runners in the feudal period, so he wanted to see, what about the yamen runners in Hunan, and what about the Lingnan?

"I have paid the money yesterday, but today I want it again?" the aunt said angrily.

"Today, my master's birthday, and I shouldn't take care of you on weekdays, shouldn't we give some?"

Opposite the aunt was a thin man, wearing a simple official uniform, stretching his neck and saying tough, the knife around her waist could vaguely see the rust.

He was not ashamed of his tough bribes, but instead raised his chest with glory.

When those scholars saw it, they were afraid of it as a tiger. They looked at the book timidly, and did not dare to say too much, for fear of being provoked.

"But, three hundred coins, and copper coins are too much!" The old lady blushed, her breath became weaker, and she seemed to think of her background, and she was a little timid.

"Hmph, no money can be lost!" He slapped his waist on the table and said tough.

"What are you doing?" At this time, a thin young man walked out of the door, just wearing a dark blue official robe, which was the color of a ninth-rank official.

"Zhuzhubu——" Seeing this person's figure, the person was startled and quickly bent down, his face turned pale.

"What? This bookstore is published by my friend. Do you still dare to be arrogant?" Xue Yuan frowned and scolded.

"I dare not, I dare not. If I knew that I was the friend of the chief clerk, how could the young man come?" the official smiled and said with a grudge.

"Young one, leave now, leave now!"

"Bah!" Xue Yuan looked at the back of his departure and turned around and said, "Auntie, there is nothing wrong today!"

"Zheng Zhubu Xue, if it weren't for you, I really didn't know what to do!" The aunt said crying: "I heard yesterday that a carpenter made a carving. She couldn't take out the money. Her house was smashed and she was driven out of the city!"
Chapter completed!