The next day, after class, Jiang Hao went to a bookstore. His study was still completely empty.
The Four Books and Five Classics, along with Confucian classics, were necessities. He also bought some Buddhist and Daoist Sect Classics. Since he wanted to become a doctor as well, medical books were indispensable.
Although the knowledge in those books had long since been stored in his mind, he still needed to fill his study, if only for appearances' sake.
Jiang Hao selected many books, making him a major customer. The owner happily gave him a ten percent discount and had two clerks carry the books to his home on shoulder poles.
Just as Jiang Hao stepped out of the bookstore, someone suddenly called out to him. "Hanwen, Hanwen, you were hard to find!"
Without even looking, he knew who it was from the voice alone—his only friend, Pan Yuliang.
Jiang Hao turned back with a smile. "Yuliang."
Pan Yuliang hurried over in a few steps. "I just went to the academy to find you. They said you had left early. Oh, right, they also said you moved out and weren't living at the academy anymore?"
"Yes, I bought a residence. I needed a place to settle down." Jiang Hao said.
"It's good to have a house. No matter how large or small, at least it's a home of your own."
Pan Yuliang looked at the two bookstore clerks beside them and the two loads of books on their shoulders, astonished. "You bought all these? So many at once?"
"The study in my new home was empty. I figured I would have to read these books sooner or later, so I bought them all at once." Jiang Hao said.
"You moved into a new home and didn't even tell me. Hurry, take me