The bookstore in Xingyuan Prefecture was not far from the prefectural school. In the past, the row was filled with books and various school supplies. This was the first time Bowen had seen so many bookstores lined up side by side. Like a mouse who had fallen into a rice warehouse, his eyes lit up as he looked around, unsure which shop to go to first.
Mu Yangling pulled Bowen to the largest bookstore.
The bookstore had a total of two floors. His shop was twice the size of other shops, and it was divided into two parts. There were five rows of bookshelves on the left, all filled with books, and on the right were various learning tools, such as brush, ink, paper, and inkstones. There were even some famous calligraphy paintings hanging on the front wall, and the wall on the right was filled with consigned calligraphy paintings. Mu Yangling looked up and realized that the calligraphy paintings on it were not bad. Yes, at least she could understand them.
