Qin Yao cleared everything off the table, pushed the heavy cloth bag to the center, and sternly said to the five men in front of her, "Copy the books!"
The five men, who looked like they were carved from the same mold, all looked at Qin Yao in confusion, copy what books?
Qin Yao opened the cloth bag, then the oil paper inside, revealing nine books in front of the men.
Liu Ji gasped, quickly went to close the main hall door, and looked at Qin Yao in shock, "You stole so many books from someone, aren't you risking your life?"
That's Landlord Ding, even the County Magistrate greets him with respect. If we're found out, can our whole family's heads still be safe?
Qin Yao gave Liu Ji a cold look, "Who are you calling a thief? I borrowed them; once we're done copying, I'll return them."
Hearing this, Liu Ji's pounding heart immediately settled, realizing he misunderstood, he awkwardly smiled, "Good, good, as long as it's not stolen, it scared me to death."
