Although he could not use magic to clean, Sanyou Bookstore was not very large, so it did not cause Zheng Qing much trouble.
There was a public tap outside the shop, while inside there were always trash bags, feather dusters, and other tools. Zheng Qing dusted and swept, and in just over half an hour, he had Scourgified the inside and outside of the shop.
The remaining Fu Characters and Spring Couplets would, according to the family custom, have to wait until the morning of New Year's Eve, when the old ones would be removed and the new ones put up.
Since cleaning had sent dust flying everywhere and turned the place into a smoky mess, the Yellow Flower Cat had long since slipped off Mr. Wu's recliner. Hugging that little television, it ran down the passage behind the shop to Huizi Market—Zheng Qing seriously doubted whether that television could receive a signal there.
Besides, this round of cleaning had not been entirely without gains.
During a break from sweeping, Zheng Qing looked at the towering bookshelves and densely packed books around the shop and suddenly remembered a wish he had had long ago—when he grew old, he would open a bookstore, sit in the sun, read books, occasionally slurp down a mouthful of tea, and enjoy leisurely days. Just thinking about it felt wonderful.
For now, there was still a very, very long way to go before his dream retirement.
But that did not stop him from making plans for his dream in advance.
"Maybe I can move some books that don't sell from Mr. Wu's bookstore and sell them at D&K?" As he thought this, he could not help punching his palm. It seemed like a pretty good idea—it would expand the market for Mr. Wu's shop, give