The Bookish Scholar of the Red Mansion

Baoqin walked to the bookshelf and couldn't help but stroke the spines of the row of booklets with her raised fingertips.

The fingertips wander around, feeling different, and there is another taste in my heart.

She has read these stories several times and knows their contents very well.

I know that these lifeless words contain the author's delicate thoughts.

She moved two steps to the right, her fingertips resting on the recently purchased book. Taking it off and opening it in the palm of his hand, Baoqin's eyes fell on the preface at the beginning.

The preface is very short. It was specially written for this edition by the famous Yangzhou celebrities invited by Hu Shaodong's family. The article was full of praise, but Xue Baoqin had no intention of reading it carefully. He just raised his hand and turned to the next page, which was the preface poem Mr. Yuan He wrote for the first edition of the booklet.

At that time, Mr. Yuan He was still a fledgling book writer, and no one in Yangzhou knew his reputation. Even the preface to the first book had to be written by myself.

Don't listen to what you say.

The melon stand in the bean shed is raining like silk.

The material should not be used as human language,

I love to hear the ghosts singing in autumn graves.

After reading it softly, Xue Baoqin couldn't help but recall that it was almost the same rainy season when he first watched Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. Midsummer was about to come, and in the dark night, she took the books that Xue Biao brought home and sat in her small courtyard, leaning on the candlelight and sandalwood, looking up to see the bright moon and stars.

That night, Mr. Yuanhe's writing and stories could always take her to places she had visited before.

For example, Hangzhou, Taiyuan... the names of places that have disappeared one by one appear in my mind, along with my own memories of them.

This text came into contact with past experiences, causing Xue Baoqin to subconsciously imagine Mr. Yuan He as a figure similar to Xu Xiake.

He would carry a bookcase and walk through places, taking notes to write down the local customs and customs. He will also happily meet passers-by and learn about ghosts and strange things.

She naturally yearns for such a life. It was also because he could not continue to live like this that he transferred his longing to Mr. Yuan He and left the pseudonym Yan Xiake in Jing'an Literary Society.

Why you?

Xue Baoqin said softly, she couldn't tell whether she was disappointed or excited.

Maybe it was the feeling of loss after the mystery was revealed, or maybe it was the chance encounter with Chen Heng.

Her face flushed slightly, and she couldn't help but pick up her hand and gently fan it towards her face. After her mood calmed down a little, she suddenly thought of the paper cranes fluttering under the peach tree in the academy.

Why is that you.

She sighed quietly, and sat down in front of the dressing mirror a little distractedly. There was a wooden box with items on the table.

After a long time, Yan'er's voice came from outside the door.

Miss, Madam said it's time to eat.

There was a gentle reply from the door, followed by a faint sound. Xue Baoqin opened the door and stood in front of the maid.

She saw the surprise on Yan'er's face and couldn't help but smile: What's wrong?

Our young lady is so pretty. Yan'er said sincerely.

Her young lady is wearing a goose-yellow gauze skirt today, which is similar to the moonlight tonight. The hairpins and tassels on her head are more elegant and dignified than before. They complement her fair complexion and make people unable to take their eyes away when they see her.

Xue Baoqin didn't speak, just played with the fan in his hand, walking along the corridor with elegant clothes.

It was a coincidence that the master and servant were walking halfway when they met two figures in the distance, also coming towards their direction.

Before the two parties met, Baoqin could already hear the voices on the other side.

If you ask me, next time we will just print 10,000 copies so that more people can see it.

Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to sell it and will be thrown into your hands?

Chen Heng's chuckle came from the wind.

No way, don't think about us now... Xue Biao was halfway through his words when he saw a figure in front of the road.

Yan'er was holding a lantern in his hand, and his sister was saluting the two of them on one side, Brother, hello, brother of the Chen family.

There are many kinds of human beauty, and everyone has different aesthetic preferences. Some people like to be clever, and some like to be fairy-like. But there is a kind of beauty in the world that unifies everyone's aesthetics.

Chen Heng's eyes were stunned. The evening breeze was blowing, and he saw the bright moon hanging on the treetops of the rockery outside the gallery of the painting building, and the light yellow moonlight as gentle as water.

Hello, sister Xue.

After Chen Heng saluted, he couldn't help but be moved by the other person's impeccable facial features.

There are really people who can grow from being beautiful to adults, and they can become more and more beautiful. It is simply unbelievable.

Xue Baoqin stood up gently, covered the corners of his mouth with a fan, and said softly to the two of them: Brothers, please hold on tight, dad and mom are waiting.

After saying that, she walked past the two of them like moonlight.

Only then did Xue Biao react. He rubbed his head strangely and looked at his friend beside him with excitement, showing off: I told you back then, ten years from now, my sister will be the most beautiful one. .Look at it, it’s only been a few years.”

Chen Heng was also a little helpless and had no choice but to follow his words: Brother Xue is right. Brother Xue has always had such good vision.

The two of them hummed all the way before following Bao Qin into the front hall.

Everyone ate dinner together. Although there was a foreign guest like Chen Heng, there was only one of us, so it was not an exaggeration to avoid the table.

Xue Ai was not a stickler for vulgar etiquette. He only invited the whole family to sit together and had a harmonious and warm meal before arranging for people to send Xue Biao and Chen Heng back to the shop.

That night, after Yan'er served the young lady to wash up, she saw Bao Qin locking all the jewelry she was wearing today in a small box.

She was very surprised and said: Oh, Miss, why did you lock it? This is your favorite set.

Xue Baoqin smiled slightly at Yan'er and said, It's just because I like it that I hide it.

Yan'er didn't understand, but the young lady had her own way of doing things. She responded softly and led Xue Baoqin to bed.

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The next day, Xue Ai came to the newspaper shop as promised. Chen Heng and Xue Biao immediately told him about the situation of the newspaper shop.

As the real helmsman of Jing'an Newspaper Shop in the future, Chen Heng was indescribably satisfied with the fact that he could invite Uncle Xue.

Where can I find someone who has such work experience, knowledge and connections, and whom I can completely trust?

To say something disrespectful, Chen Heng felt that he had recruited the number one general in the world, and his heart was filled with ecstasy at having drawn the orange card.

The newspaper shop was still very busy today. Fortunately, at noon, Xue Ai also understood the situation clearly and personally reassigned the work to the four clerks.

When everything was in order, the Xue family's servants also brought their lunch.

The three of them found a table upstairs and sat on the floor without paying any attention to cleanliness. While talking about going to see Magistrate Zhang the day after tomorrow, they also talked about the situation of the newspaper.

Xue Biao brought out two dishes in a row and suddenly said in surprise: Why are they all the dishes that Brother Heng likes to eat?

Chen Heng laughed loudly, It seems that my aunt should take more care of my nephew.

Naturally, Xue Ai didn't have to do the chores of serving dishes and setting chopsticks. She just responded, What's the rush? What you like should be on the second floor.

Xue Tao opened the food box on the second floor, took a look, and couldn't help but said happily: It is indeed on the second floor.

The three of them were busy in the newspaper shop for another two days before riding a carriage to the Jiangdu County Government Office. Mr. Zhang was very happy for their arrival, and with Xue Ai as the host and guest, he controlled the atmosphere of the chat.

After a lively party, the three of them left the county government office with a lot of transcribed files in their arms.

Chen Heng felt that this was a good start. As long as this line was maintained, people from other counties in Yangzhou and Jing'an newspaper shops could gradually build relationships.

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Wait until five thousand newspapers are put on sale in Yangzhou City again.

Chen Heng and Xue Biao had already left the newspaper shop and returned to the academy where they had been away for many days.

When I was about to publish it at five o'clock, I felt that it was still a little bad, so I rewrote this chapter. Hahahaha, it’s still the third update today.

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