At the sound, Lin Feng turned to see an elderly man with white hair standing by his bookstall on the main street, energetically trying to attract buyers.
The elderly man wore a white gown, giving him a weathered appearance.
His bookstall, to be honest, was nothing but a few newspapers spread on the ground with about twenty books placed on them, looking rather humble.
Glancing sideways, Lin Feng noticed the books on the stall. Their pages were already yellowed with age, looking as if they were decades old, with torn covers—practically antiques.
"Books for sale, books for sale! Ancient rare books, encyclopedias, you name it..." the old man continued to cry out.
As if anyone would actually buy these books...
Lin Feng looked at the other vendors not too far away. There were other booksellers there too, unloading books from four-wheelers. They had online publications, print books—a vast collection of at least a few thousand volumes in total.
