"And aren't you afraid that as more people learn to read, your own children will be the ones who can't?" The young man scratched his head. He was clever by nature, reading the official newspaper often, daring to think boldly about what he previously didn't dare think about.
Speaking to these guests, he had a way with words.
Ironically, the less knowledgeable the guests, the more they loved to listen to him. After all, everyone admires the strong.
This became an advantage for the young man in attracting business, no wonder his shop's business was getting better and better.
"Xiao Lu is right; many merchants used to wish their children could read. They weren't short on money, so they would buy books early on. Perhaps their children can recognize many characters now. And for the wealthy households in the villages, will they just watch others surpass their children?" a middle-aged man said unwillingly.
"Xiao Lu, which bookstore are you talking about? I want to ask around."
