314 Spare Me, Great Lord (1/2)

Ren Xiaosu continued heading to the library as usual every day. In recent days, he discovered the library would already be open by the time he arrived, and An Yuqian would be snoring loudly in his chair at the entrance. It was clear that he had played mahjong all night again.

By rights, earning 500 yuan each day would be enough for An Yuqian to make a living. The monthly income for an average family of three in the stronghold was only 4,000 to 5,000 yuan. With a monthly salary of 15,000 yuan, he should be living a very comfortable life. But An Yuqian just had to use this money to play mahjong.

Even though Ren Xiaosu was footing all of the tuition, he had to get Wang Fugui to secretly trade a small amount of gold for cash. After all, they did not have any sources of income right now.

Fortunately, he still had quite a lot of gold left. Thinking of this, Ren Xiaosu hoped he could come across the ruins of another civilization again or something similar in the future. Human civilization before The Cataclysm was full of gems.

If it were really as Yang Xiaojin had said, any single item from a research laboratory could be exchanged for an inexhaustible amount of money. That would absolutely be a godsend.

It was no wonder Qing Zhen had spared no effort in trying to excavate that research laboratory in the Jing Mountains.

Cigarettes could go bad and wine could volatilize, but paper documents stored away in enclosed areas were simply priceless.

Of course, some people had found wine that hadn't volatilized yet, but that was wine that had been stored in specially sealed packaging. If that were sold, the seller would earn a vast fortune overnight.

Ren Xiaosu knocked on the table in front of An Yuqian. ”Have you eaten breakfast yet?”

”Huh?” An Yuqian looked at Ren Xiaosu and said sleepily, ”Not yet. I was waiting for you to hand me the money for breakfast. When I passed by the stuffed bun shop this morning, the smell was heavenly.”

Ren Xiaosu slapped a ten-yuan bill onto the table and said peeved, ”Go and eat breakfast, I'll help you look after the library.”

”Haha.” An Yuqian pocketed the ten-yuan bill and said, ”You're such a good person!”

”Wait a minute.” Ren Xiaosu asked, ”Why must you spend all your money on playing mahjong?”

In his opinion, An Yuqian was definitely not ordinary. How could someone who came up with a proper lesson plan in such a short time to teach math and physics in logical steps be an ordinary librarian?

The basic knowledge might seem very simple on its own, but to form them into a systematic lesson plan was a truly remarkable ability.

An Yuqian laughed and looked at Ren Xiaosu. ”Then let me ask you: What can I do if I don't play mahjong?”

Ren Xiaosu was stumped as he really could not come up with an answer.

As An Yuqian walked out of the library, he waved. ”Since the world is so boring, isn't it better to just play mahjong all day and sit around while we wait to die?”

Ren Xiaosu smiled. Well, sounded about right.

After a while, An Yuqian came back. He even had a bag of stuffed buns for Ren Xiaosu. ”Try some. The buns from this shop are incredible. You don't look like a local, so I bet you haven't tried the buns from this shop before. You know, the proprietress of this bun shop is gorgeous. Her nickname is 'Bun Beauty'!”

Ren Xiaosu curled his lips. After he saw Yang Xiaojin's looks when she took off her cap, he felt he had already encountered what humans would define as true beauty.

As for that bun shop's proprietress, Ren Xiaosu had seen her before. She was definitely not as beautiful as An Yuqian had claimed. It could also be because the Bun Beauty had chopped scallions sprinkled all over her face when he passed by the shop, leading him to subconsciously think she was not that pretty after all.

An Yuqian glanced at the book Ren Xiaosu was holding. ”Oh, I've also read this novel titled Spare Me, Great Lord. It's quite a good book, but unfortunately, only the first two volumes have been preserved after The Cataclysm. No one knows where the rest of the volumes are.”

Ren Xiaosu glanced at him. ”I was just browsing.”

”The books you read are quite random.” An Yuqian said, recalling, ”Each morning, you read a variety of different books before switching to reading textbooks in the afternoon. If I remember correctly, you've read books on economics, literature, history, science, geography, and even comics.”

”Mhm.” Ren Xiaosu nodded.