Chapter 65 (1/2)
It's also natural that there are no printed books.
If the books of sages read by ordinary people, needless to say, there are printed copies. You can buy them at places like Jishang and Shufang. But it's the book of ordinary people. Where do people who practice Taoism and martial arts go to print books?
Xiaodong's books on the mountain are all hand copied, but there are eight out of ten. Because of these books Well, some of them can't be regarded as books at all, and I don't know who wrote them. The characters on them are large and small, and many of them are illegible. Xiaodong's eyes are almost out of his eyes. It's hard to tell whether the character is written by the writer or he has limited literacy and short knowledge. Looking at my eyes, I feel that the words on them are like small people who are punching and kicking. I just want to break the paper and fly. I don't know what they mean one by one.
For example, the book Xiaodong is reading is still well preserved. The author is called xiaoyaoke.
It's a pseudonym.
This book is actually the travel diary of the xiaoyaoke. He went to many places and loved to drink and make friends with the local people. When he was happy, he recorded the anecdotes told him by the local people
Well, I'm very happy with my drink. Can I expect this person to write neatly? There is no hope of a clear mind and smooth speech. Even if someone else wants to copy this book, it will be impossible to copy it when it is full of characters, and no one will take it to engraving and printing.
Xiaodong digs words in this book for a long time, and even Meng Dai guesses to read one of them.
Elder martial brother Ning is very generous. If you want to borrow a book, you can borrow it immediately.
Xiaodong watched him pull out two books from his flat sleeve, then two more, and two more
Xiao Dong's eyes are straight.
Is elder martial brother Ning's sleeve the legendary treasure bag? How many of these two volumes, two volumes and two volumes?
Xiaodong's appearance almost amused Ning Yu.
He said with a smile, ”these books are very interesting. You can look through them first and tell me after reading them that I still have them here.”
Looking at Xiaodong, he was staring at his sleeve eagerly. He would like to come up and grab his sleeve to find out. Ning Yu suddenly felt that the rainy day was not boring, and his breath was not as depressing as when he got up early. He waved his sleeve with a smile and picked up the umbrella by the door: ”look slowly, I'll go back first.”
Seeing that he was out of the door, Xiaodong couldn't call people back to find out even though he was scratching his heart.
But what kind of treasure is that sleeve!
Xiaodong sat down and pushed aside the book like a ghost amulet in his hand.
He doubted whether it was useful to look through these broken books? How to see the above are some drunkard like words, not reliable at all.
Ning Yu left a few books still on the desk, Xiaodong didn't like to pick up and turn over.
There are several books which are similar to those in Xiaodong's hands. Xiaodong suspects that these books which elder martial brother found earlier for him may also be borrowed from Ning Yu?
When you turn to the next one, the book looks very old, the edges of the pages are ragged, and the stitches on the spine of the book look so brittle that they are about to break.
Xiaodong didn't even dare to open the book, so he put it aside carefully.
That's not a joke.