But the old woman refused: "There are three acres of thin land at home, and the old woman can still do farming, have food and clothing, how can she get money from all kind-hearted people? It is absolutely impossible.

The only thing that is sad is that my miserable person still has a wish..."

Zhang Yuan originally thought something was strange, and today's incident was too coincidental, but when he saw the old woman so sad and even abandoned the donation of silver from the people around him, he no longer had doubts. He said, "Old man, I want to buy another set of books from Shihantang?"

As he said that, Zhang Yuan looked up at the Zhulou of Shihantang, which was not visible.

He actually knew that there was a bookstore here, but most of his books were purchased by the housekeeper and comprador, and he rarely needed to buy them in person.

Most of the students in the Imperial College are in this situation.

So although Shihantang is very close to the Imperial College, these students rarely go in and take a look...

When the old woman heard this, she burst into tears and said with a desolate face: "The book I bought for me for was already broken by him. He was extremely filial and missed his father very much, so, so..."

At this point, the old woman was choked up and couldn't say anything.

But everyone finally understood why the old woman had to buy Shihantang's books.

It is related to the deceased son and also involves filial piety, so there is nothing to say.

After thinking it through, Zhang Yuan looked at the embarrassed young man and said, "Since this old man has such a problem, he has to buy your books, and your bookstore should be successful.

Why don’t you go and get a set of books for her?”

The young man looked almost crying and said, "Master, I really can't sell her!"

"What?"

"It's outrageous!"

"Damn it!"

The crowd around him became furious again and scolded him.

Zhang Yuan also looked dark and shouted, "How can I not sell it if I open a store to do business? If you can't tell a reason, I will send you to the official!"

The young man was so scared that his face was pale, and he knelt down on the ground with a "thump" sound, and said in a crying voice: "Master, you know, you are so innocent that you have become so damned. You don't know how to be sympathetic to the poor and the weak, and you have to deal with it.

It’s true that the little boss has a training session. This book in Shihantang cannot be sold if anyone wears a Confucian shirt and wears a green collar!"

"Um?"

Zhang Yuan's face was stunned and he was surprised and suspicious.

However, his expression calmed down slightly.

He didn't expect that Shihantang would respect scholars so much...

At the end of the crowd, across the street, Jia Cong's eyes did not fall on Zhang Yuan, but kept looking at the young man and whispered: "That young man is Qiu San?"

Ni Er pressed his voice and said excitedly: "It's that boy, how are you looking at?"

Jia Cong laughed and said two words:

"Dramaster."
Chapter completed!