Chapter 431: A broken book is also worth 800 taels
The second monk Duan Lingyuzhang couldn't figure it out, what was his father talking about? Obviously he can understand every word, why can't he understand a word when they are together?
"Father, can you show me the things?"
Duan Da clutched his pocket tightly, immediately turned his back to his son, and shook his head firmly.
Duan Lingyu narrowed her phoenix eyes, feeling that things were not easy, stretched out her big hand, and said indifferently: "Father, hand over the things! Are you hiding some black material from my childhood again?!"
"Oh! Why is it so boring to be a father!" Duan Da stood up from the bench and was about to leave.
"Daddy!"
Duan Lingyu directly blocked his father's way, with one hand on his hips and the other outstretched, frowning and said solemnly: "Hand over the things for me to have a look at!"
Duan Da pursed his lips and shook his head.
"Huh?" Duan Lingyu's eyes shot out a threat, and he stood motionless in place, as if you don't want to leave unless you hand over your things.
Duan Da was a little sad, but also a little bit reluctant. He dug his big hands in his bosom, and finally reluctantly took out a book with a yellow cover.
Duan Lingyu reached out to take it.
But Duan Da immediately took it back, and said nervously: "You swear—no matter what is written in the book, you can't tear the book!"
"Okay." Duan Lingyu nodded without hesitation.
Duan Da was still a little worried.
Duan Lingyu rolled his eyes, and impatiently compared three fingers, pointing to the sky and the earth to his conscience, "The emperor is above, and the earth is below. I, Duan Lingyu, swear that no matter what the content of the book is, I will never tear it up! "
Duan Da handed over the book again.
Duan Lingyu had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly grabbed the book.
""The Past of Dihua", huh, the title of the book is not bad." Duan Lingyu glanced at the simple and elegant cover, "Tsk, isn't this pseudonym too ridiculous? Haha, isn’t it too narcissistic? Could it be that the person who wrote the book is a woman? No, would a woman be so dissolute and shameless?”
Duan Da was very guilty, and he didn't have the heart to discuss the author's issue with his son at all, so he urged awkwardly: "Do you still want to read the book? If you don't read it, return it to me quickly..."
As he spoke, he made a gesture to **** the book back.
"Hey! Let me see!"
Duan Lingyu hurriedly protected the book and browsed quickly. As a result, the more you look at it, the uglier your face becomes.
"What the **** is this writing?!"
Duan Lingyu gritted her teeth and squeezed the book with both hands, almost tearing the book apart.
Duan Da's face changed drastically, and he hurried to shoot the book, "Small! You swore just now that you would never tear up this book!"
"Humph!"
Duan Lingyu snorted coldly through his nose, and threw "The Past of Dihua" into the nearby brazier.
"Ah! How can you burn my book?!"
Duan Da was so distressed that he died, so he rushed to the rescue.
Duan Lingyu stopped her father unceremoniously, and said expressionlessly: "Father, those are all deceitful junk, you don't need to read any more..."
"What do you know?! That's a treasure that Lao Tzu bought back at auction for 800 taels of silver! You **** burned it for Lao Tzu just like that?!" Duan Da was not only heartbroken, he was also heartbroken!
The blazing burning thing was not books, but his private money!
"Huh? It's just such a bad book that sold for 800 taels of silver?!" Duan Lingyu was in a bad mood.