Ling Ping'an walked between the bookshelves.
His gaze wandered back and forth between the tomes.
He thought for a long time and finally made a decision.
He pulled out a book from the bookshelf.
"Records of Famous Objects of the Qin and Han Dynasties" was published by the Federal Empire Publishing House in the year 2780 of the Republic Era. It had been almost sixty years since then.
This was also one of the few sets of books in Ling Ping'an's shop that still used the old-fashioned vertical traditional typography.
Although it was an ancient book, it was very practical.
Ling Ping'an had used it as a reference when he wrote history for a period of time.
There were many studies and introductions of the Federal Empire on the Qin and Han Dynasties' clothing, utensils, weapons, and tools.
The key was that there were pictures and texts.
"That customer should like this book!" Ling Ping'an thought.
After all, the textual research party would always love these books that were full of practical information.
In addition, the vertical traditional typography of this book should also be able to satisfy the psychological needs of this customer. Now, although it was already the 1940s of the 28th century of the Republic Era.
The Land of Qin was also clamoring that they were about to reach the new century.
However, the nostalgic and conservative people were still like carps crossing the river.
Among these people, there was a portion who liked to be unconventional. They didn't read vertical traditional typography and always felt that simplified horizontal typography was an insult to them.
Actually, they did it to show off.
Therefore, it was very easy for them to pay the IQ tax and be harvested.
Wasn't this...
Ling Ping'an turned around and looked at the young man who was wearing a Han costume and even his sitting posture was very similar to that of the Han Dynasty people.
He smiled, "Little brother, anyway, it's useless for others to harvest your leeks. I can at least sell you real spiritual food here!"
Thus, he took the book and walked back.
… …
Liu Zhi sat on a bench that seemed to be made of some kind of leather.
He was not used to it.
However, his identity as the Crown Prince of Xinghan made him have to adapt and maintain a perfect sitting posture.
A gentleman could not avoid being crowned even if he died!
Even if he was in the nest of the evil gods, he was determined not to lose his etiquette and bearing.
Tap, tap, tap...
The sound of footsteps appeared beside his ears.
Meow!
The kitten that had been lying in the corner of the counter jumped to the ground. It meowed intimately and was then picked up by the owner of the bookstore.
Then, Liu Zhi saw the owner of the bookstore walk in front of him with a book that exuded a strong dragon aura.
"Customer, take a look..." he said, "This is a book that records many ancient secrets and research!"
Liu Zhi took the book from the other party.
When his hand touched the page, the Black Dragon Bloodline in his body began to boil.
This caused his body temperature to rise and his pupils to become bloodshot.
He looked down at the cover of the book.
"Immortal Qin Terracotta Soldiers' Guide".
That's the name of the book.
Liu Zhi swallowed hard.
Then, he looked at the inscription on the lower left corner. The image of a golden dragon was engraved on it.
It was the personal seal of the missing Ancestral Dragon.
So … this is Ancestral Gragon's handwritten notes?
As the Crown Prince who grew up in the stories and legends of the Ancestral Dragon, Liu Zhi admired the great existence that suppressed the world two hundred years ago, punched Lust, kicked Tzeentch, and even claimed to be the loving father of the loving father.
Therefore, as soon as he saw the book's title and style, he gripped the book tightly.
But …
He quickly realized that if he wanted to obtain it, he would have to pay a price.
"Sir!" As the Crown Prince of Xinghan, Liu Zhi had been educated very well since he was young. Moreover, because he had witnessed his eldest brother's death after being crippled, Liu Zhi had learned to conceal his emotions. He tried his best to make his emotions very calm. Then, he raised his head and looked at the monster, the owner of the bookstore, the terrifying evil god. "I wonder, what price do you want me to pay to sell this book to me?"
The other party laughed.
The laughter came from the fog surrounding the head. It seemed to be three parts complacency and three parts pride.
The fire in his eyes rose with the laughter.
"Thank you!" He said, "218 yuan!"
He walked to the wooden counter and took out two signs from what seemed to be a drawer. He said to Liu Zhi, "Of course, you can also choose to pay by scanning the code!"
Liu Zhi looked over and only saw two terrifying and evil things.
One was covered with blood and tears, as if countless wronged souls were wailing in it.
On one of the surfaces, there was an eternally rotating vortex, slowly rotating.
"So..." Liu Zhi thought, "He needs souls or blood to pay?"
This was very evil!
But …
"218 yuan?"
"He also accepts some kind of currency?!"
Thinking of this, Liu Zhi reached out to touch the ribbon on his waist and took out a brocade pouch from it.
Opening the brocade pouch, it was filled with coins that shone with all kinds of luster.
They were the most important strategic resources of the Xinghan Dynasty — half a tael of Immortal Qin!
Only the era of the ancestral dragon could forge a large number of sacred coins!
They were the most important resources for the Great Wall Fortress built by the ancestral dragon!
Currently, the entire Xinghan Dynasty could only forge a few thousand coins a year with the strength of the entire country.
It was only enough to maintain the daily operation of the Great Wall Fortress.
Because forging was too difficult, the Xinghan Dynasty had no choice but to take a step back and forge those of slightly inferior quality but could be forged in large quantities.
However, the price was that once these inferior coins were used, the system of the Great Wall Fortress would gradually slow down and might even collapse.
Now, for the sake of the book written by the ancestral dragon in his hand, Liu Zhi had no choice but to put in a lot of effort.
Liu Zhi held the bag of coins and looked at the monster, the owner of the bookstore. He asked, "I wonder if you will accept me using these half taels to pay the bill?"
… …
Ling Ping'an looked at the young customer and took out a retro money bag made of silk. Then, he poured out the brand-new ancient coins in front of him.
"I wonder if you will accept me using half a tael to pay the bill?"
Ling Ping'an listened to the other party's words and frowned slightly.
Half a tael?
Half a tael of the Qin Dynasty?!
Wasn't that a cultural relic?!
It should be handed over to the country!
He walked forward, picked up one and looked at it. Then, he smiled and shook his head, "Customer, your craftsmanship is not up to standard!"
Although he didn't know much about antiques.
However, the half a tael of the Qin Dynasty was made of bronze. He still knew that.
The ancient coins in his hand were just like it.
Looking at the color and the surface of the coins, they were too new!
It looked like they had been forged for no more than a month!
So...
This silly kid must have been cut a bunch of leeks?!
Just as he was about to speak, Ling Ping'an saw that the young customer had lowered his head. His face was flushed, as if he was very ashamed.
The words that he was about to say were instantly choked in his mouth.
After all...
How could a person who had paid the IQ tax and then come to his senses not be angry if you told him about this again?
So...
Had this customer been duped by some unscrupulous, black-hearted dealer somewhere?
Even his underwear had probably been tricked away?
Thinking of this, Ling Ping'an couldn't help but sympathize with him.
Of course, more importantly, he thought of the future.
Think about it, such a high-quality customer (leek), shouldn't he protect it?
Therefore, he smiled and picked out twenty or thirty so-called half-taels coins from the young man's money bag. After estimating that he would not suffer a loss, he returned the bag of money and said, "Alright, I'll suffer a loss and sell this book to you!"
In any case, if he kept it in the bookstore, he probably wouldn't be able to sell it.
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