After fooling around with the paragraphs in the fantasy novels of later generations, he let out a vicious breath, Su Mo patted his buttocks, and flashed refreshed.

As for whether the old way will be fooled and lame...... him!

The fighting spirit of the victims has finally been boosted, and the next step is to come up with something tangible. Otherwise, the previous excitement and generosity will become a fool.

As for the real thing, Su Mo already had a general score in his heart. Shuangling Mountain is located on Fengshui, less than five miles away from the county seat, whether it is from the land or water, it is just an intersection. With such a great location, there is definitely a lot to offer.

Coupled with the fact that the entire Shuangling Mountain is a barren land, not fertile land, it will naturally not involve the interests of any wealthy families, and the plan in Su Mo's heart will be less of the biggest obstacle.

The only thing to solve is two aspects. One is the legal right to use the place, and the other is the initial start-up capital. These two issues can only be reached with the help of the official authority of the county government.

As for the problems left by the victims, this is not a problem. In this era, the performance of officials is not GDP, in addition to taxes, the growth of the population under the rule is also an extremely important evaluation indicator.

Pang Shiyan did not want to take in these victims, not because he was unwilling to accept these people, but because he did not have the resources to support them.

At this time, 90 percent of the officials were extremely financially poor. In addition, most of the land is occupied by aristocratic and wealthy families, and those who have no money and no land dare to think about it casually.

And what Su Mo has to do is to find the possibility from this impossible, and play a classic empty glove white wolf, cough, it is capital operation.

A person who is not in a hurry is not in a hurry, he took out the baked cake given by Liu Laohan in the morning from his arms and gnawed it, while sorting out the things to be done, until some details were considered and perfected, and he happened to enter the city.

Shoved the last piece of bread into his mouth and chewed slowly, looking around, the earlier chaos had calmed down. Most of the shops on both sides of the street reopened, but all the guys looked listless, with a little apprehension in their eyes.

"Alas, this is not Su Xiaolangjun. As he was watching, a sudden cry came from behind him. turned to look, but a middle-aged man in his forties was smiling at him.

Su Mo couldn't help but shudder, don't get me wrong, it's not scared, it's frozen. It's not that I'm cold, it's that I feel cold when I look at this master.

On this cold day, people were stunned and wore a thin robe. Obviously shivering uncontrollably in the cold wind, but his face was full of calm and light air.

What is this called, this is called Fan'er! The fan's fan! Wet clothes without messing around, frozen to death can't drop their jobs!

Zhang Wenmo, a son of the Zhang family of the Wuqing City clan, well, a side branch. He is also Su Mo's creditor and the owner of the Moyun Printing Workshop.

At this moment, Mr. Zhang had a smile on his face, clenched his fists, but a pair of eyes kept spinning, aiming straight into Su Mo's sleeve.

Su Mo understood this situation too well. I remember that after lending money to a colleague, when it was time to promise to repay the money, Mr. Su also looked like this at that time. Open your mouth and ask for it directly, it's not too embarrassing, so you can only rely on flattery...... Well, by the eyes.

"Ah, it turned out to be Zhang Dongjia, what a coincidence. Su Mo returned the salute with a fist.

"Uh, yes, yes, what a coincidence, what a coincidence, hehe. ”

"Where are Zhang Dongjia going?"

"Huh, go...... Oh, yo-yo, whatever. ”

"How's the business lately?" Look at Zhang Dongjia's face...... This, the purple gas penetrates through the canopy, it should be a germination. (The frozen brain is blue, but it will be purple when it is big)

“…… It's okay, it's okay, ahem. (Pay back the money, bastard, pay me back and I'll have a hair)

"Alas, it's still Zhang Dong's family who has fortune. Look around here, which one has a good face. Alas, the world is not easy, it is all this disaster. Speaking of this disaster, the kid came back from outside the city just now, and he saw those victims with his own eyes, miserable, that is really miserable. Zhang Dongjia, don't you know, those disaster victims...... Hey, Zhang Dongjia, you have a toothache, why are you gritting your teeth so hard?"

“…… Nothing!"

The corners of Zhang Wenmo's eyes twitched, and his body trembled even more, like a quail that had withdrawn its feathers. On this cold day, I can't stand standing outside for a long time, let alone wearing such thin clothes.

What the hell! Zhang Wenmo cursed secretly. Seeing that the kid on the other side was still working in vain, he hurriedly squeezed out a few smiles and said first: "Ahem, Su Xiaolangjun, it's not too early, the old man has to go back to take care of the store, let's talk later." Look at this...... Ahem...... This ......"

"Oh, oh, yes, it's not early. Ha, it's been a pleasure chatting with you, and this time has passed...... Alas, that's done, you're busy, we'll see you back. Ah, no need to send it, no need to send it, see if you're polite. Looking up at the sky, I sighed, and I couldn't say anything reluctant.

Seeing that the "quail" subconsciously followed a step, he hurriedly turned around and waved his hand, his face full of humility and emotion.

Zhang Wenmo almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, no need to send it? I'll give you an egg! The old man is sending money, okay? Ah no, it's the money you owe me!

"That...... Su Xiaolangjun, some time ago, the book you printed in the small shop ......" Mr. Zhang couldn't hold it anymore, gritted his teeth, and directly opened his mouth to remind.

"Oh, it's good, it's good, it's printed very clearly, a hundred books have been sold, and I haven't come back to find a fork. Su Xiaolangjun praised with a face.

Zhang Wenmo's face softened slightly, and he waited for the next step with his eyes blank.

Well, why don't you say it? What about the next one? Why is this another posture to go?

Zhang Wenmo was really anxious, and he didn't care about any demeanor, so he reached out and grabbed the sleeve of Su Mo's robe, and said hurriedly: "Money!"

"Money?" said someone with a bewildered expression.

"The money for printing books!" Zhang Wenmo glared and said word by word.

"Ah, look at my memory. Su Mo patted his head, revealing a look of sudden realization. "The money for the printing of books, right? Look at you, I didn't say it earlier. Anyway, I'll go out early this morning, just to give you money. Who knew that when I met the county lord halfway, I was stunned to arrange a messenger to resettle the victims, and I have been busy until now. Don't you know, those disaster victims, miserable......"

Zhang Wenmo's cheeks twitched, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Su Xiaolangjun, if you have anything to say, just say it." ”

He is not a stupid person, this kid must ask for something, but he pretended to be stunned and forced himself to speak. This kid looks like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, and he is clearly a thousand-year-old fox!

"Oh, don't you feel sorry for the victims, and you want to do your part? Oh, you're really ...... It's really a high-spirited festival. Praise, this must be praised!"

The Su clerk's face was full of joy and admiration. Facts have fully proved that those who owe money are the masters! As long as there is no lower limit to Yang Bailao's discipline, Huang Shiren's magic horses are all paper tigers.

Zhang Wenmo glared, his chest rose and fell sharply a few times, and then he said in a deep voice: "The old man runs a printing workshop, one can't produce grain and rice, and the other can't make clothes and quilts, what kind of intentions do you have?"

Su Mo shook his head with a smile, "Why should the Zhang Dongjia be humble, the so-called people support a personal field, and those who have money hold a money field, as long as you think about it, there will always be a way." ”

Zhang Wenmo's face sank completely, and he said coldly: "A book is printed for ten yuan, and the rigid labor costs one tael of silver, and Su Gongzi's single business is a total of two taels of silver." But I don't know how big a field Su Gongzi wants the old man to hold?

Su Mo's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and said happily: "Ha, Zhang Dongjia is really bold and magnificent!"

Zhang Wenmo was stunned, then trembled with anger, pointed at Su Mo and said angrily: "You...... You want to get my shop, you ...... You...... Don't say that you are just an errand temporarily assigned by the county, even if you are really a minister, is my Zhang family easy to bully?"

"Why did Mr. Wenmo say this?" Su Mo's face did not change, he pressed the hand pointing at him with a smile, shook his head and said, "Didn't I say it just now, some people have a personal field, and only those who have money have to make a money field." ”

Zhang Wenmo was stunned, stared at him for a while, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said coldly: "What does Su Gongzi mean? Isn't it the idea of beating my Moyun Printing Workshop?"

Su Mo nodded with a smile and shook his head again, "Of course not, but it's okay to say yes." ”

Zhang Wenmo's blood rushed to his head, and he opened his mouth to scold, but Su Mo chuckled lightly and said in a low voice: "Mr. Wenmo doesn't want to make this printing workshop bigger, he doesn't want to be valued in the family, and he is willing to continue to be marginalized like this, guarding this poverty and hardship?"

Zhang Wenmo was suddenly suffocated, and choked back with the words that came to his mouth.

Su Mo leaned forward, approached him slightly, and said in a low voice: "I have a plan, as long as my husband is willing to cooperate with me, Moyun Printing Workshop will definitely have a wide range of financial resources, not to mention, it is more likely to become an important place in my Ming literary world." In addition, Mr. Zhang's status in the Zhang family will also be greatly improved, and he will never be ignored as he is now, and only a small printing workshop will be sent to fend for itself. The opportunity is right now, whether it is a dragon or a worm, only in the mind of Mr. ”

After that, he patted Zhang Wenmo's shoulder gently, and with another oh, he took out a piece of broken silver the size of two taels from his sleeve and handed it over, and said with a smile: "As you can see, cooperate with me, lose, and maintain the status quo at most." And if you win, the future is limitless. ”

Zhang Wenmo took the silver in a daze, his face was incredulous and uncertain, he couldn't imagine it, but it was just a chance debt collection thing, and it had developed into what it is now.

As Su Mo said, he is a good member of the Zhang family, but he is only a side branch, and he has no status in the clan at all. Although he was smart when he was young and had a reputation for showing talent, he was not in the middle of the number later, and the patriarch and several elders in the clan had already left him behind.

When it comes to making a living in a printing workshop, even if it is the care of the family, it also means that it is impossible for him to get other resources from the family, whether he is dead or alive, and whether he lives better than bad is his own business.

Fortunately, he has some talent for management, and he can live well and clothed by relying on this printing workshop. But it's just that it's just enough to eat and clothe, and as for the ambitions of getting ahead and honoring the ancestors, there is no light in sight.

And Su Mo's words just now couldn't help but evoke distant memories again, making him a little trance and a little longing.

However, why did this kid from the Su family dare to tell him this? He had heard about Su Mo, and that Linjiang Immortal had also read it. To tell the truth, at that time, it didn't make his heart shake and sigh.

However, just like himself, no matter how talented this Su family kid is, he is only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and whether he can really rise in the future is all two words.

It's not necessarily good if it's a little bigger. In this sentence, I don't know how many young geniuses like himself. This Su family's ......

What's more, the Su family is just a commoner, don't talk about the background foundation or anything like that, and even the Zhang family is completely incomparable. How dare he boast to himself about such a big thing?

I thought that this kid wanted to use chicken feathers as an arrow, so as to repay the debt or blackmail himself, but now the heavy two taels of silver are in his hand, and the theory of relying on the account is naturally not true. Blackmail? Not to mention it. So, is it ...... Scam?

Thinking of this, a flash of vigilance flashed in his eyes. sneered in his heart, he wanted to cheat, but he also had to take the bait himself. Well, then, listen to him and see what he can say.

The so-called obsession is like this, no matter how much you suppress it, there will always be a faint thought.

"I don't know what Su Xiaolangjun, what do you want me to do?" Zhang Wenmo pressed the clutter in his mind, turned his hand and picked up the two taels of silver first, and then asked slowly.

When he was stunned at first, Su Mo waited with a smile, not in a hurry at all. Hearing him ask this at this moment, I was already sure of seven or eight points in my heart, and immediately leaned over and whispered......

After Su Mo finished speaking, he left, leaving Zhang Wenmo standing there alone, his face full of surprise. Suddenly excited and hesitated, until a gust of wind blew, I couldn't help but shudder, rubbed my hands on my shoulders, and turned to hide in the store. He was still muttering something to himself, and a few intermittent words were blown down in the cold wind:

“…… Ten stone meters...... Freight yard...... Propaganda ......"

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