"Sure enough, there were five songs. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

After Mei Xueyan finished reading it, she put the "Poetry Newspaper" aside.

"Why are you upset? This is five poems at the same time! It is not known whether there will be anyone who will come later, but it is definitely an unprecedented feat that has never been done before! If I could dream a song, I would wake up laughing! ”

Chen Junsheng was so excited that it was really difficult to calm down, although it was not his achievement, it was already a great honor for him to know such a person, not to mention that this person had grown up with him.

"I'm glad." Mei Xueyan said calmly, "But there is no real benefit, I guess this time there will not even be a reward for silver." ”

Xu Tai also said: "If you go to the "Poetry Newspaper" so many times like the owner, you will be as accustomed to it as she is, I remember the time when the great talent of the Ma family was on the "Poetry Newspaper", in Lin'an it was a big increase in fame, and the "Poetry Newspaper" in the bookstore was sold out, and the Ma family invited the troupe to sing the big drama for three days and three nights.

"Don't toss, you can't even keep your own business!" Mei Xueyan turned around and asked, "Have we finished the bookshelves and benches that we ordered with the carpenter on the other street?" ”

"It's almost finished......," Xu Tai asked, pointing to the wall in front of him, "Are we really going to tear this wall down?" ”

"Demolition!" Mei Xueyan said firmly, "It's obstructive and blocking the light, just leave these four pillars." ”

The pavement should have been wide and wide, because the corner wall in the middle separated the doors on both sides, which looked narrow and dim, and not imposing.

"Let's do it...... I haven't seen the demolition of the shop, it's a new atmosphere, it will be open in about a day or two, and the owner is prosperous, and the business will definitely be booming. ”

Mei Xueyan nodded, this is true.

Chen Junsheng said with a smile: "You just said that there is no benefit, Yan Niang, do you know how much silver you can sell for a pair of ink treasures now?"

"Huh?"

Mei Xueyan didn't pay attention to these, so she naturally didn't know.

"I was also passing by the pawnshop just now, and there happened to be someone scrambling, you used to practice calligraphy in the county school for ten taels of silver, and the original poem manuscript has been raised to one hundred taels but there is no market, I knew that I would pick up a few from you and sell them."

"I'm moved by what you said." Mei Xueyan joked, "If we sell ten poetry manuscripts a day, we won't have to worry about eating and drinking, and we don't even have to open a shop." ”

Chen Junsheng knew that she was joking, a gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way, Mei Xueyan will definitely not do this kind of dry and fishing.

"Huh? It should be said that it is five and a half. Chen Junsheng pointed to a page and said, "Look, the poem "Docking Guazhou" that you helped Feng Yuanjun change was also on the "Poetry Newspaper", and he also specially annotated the teacher of one word. ”

Mei Xueyan was not in an unexpected situation, but Lin'an and even Jingguo were boiling because of her.

Needless to say, Mei Xueyan has long been famous in the county, not only the poems can be sold for money, "A Chinese Ghost Story" has set off a crazy collection of craze, the bookstore is sold out again, Cheng Fang Yinfang is printed batch after batch of books are still in short supply, the people respect a person is so, even if she is not her supporter, people with a heart will also collect the book, in case the price rises one day, this hand is the silver of the white flower.

As soon as this issue of the "Poetry Newspaper" came out, it ushered in the rush, if the two poems are rare, then the five poems are already a miracle in ancient and modern times, and the state capital of the country is full of discussions.

The small place of Lin'an also resounded in Kyushu with Mei Xueyan's name, few people have seen Mei Xueyan, but no literati have not heard of this female showman, I don't know when it came out.

I don't know who first called her "Little Poet", and suddenly this title fell on her head, of course, some people praised and some people belittled, thinking that Mei Xueyan was just a fledgling talent, and a female stream in the poor countryside, how could she be called "Little Poet"? Not to mention being on a par with the "poet".

supported and moved out that the fame of "Shijun" when she debuted was not as good as Mei Xueyan today, "Shijun" himself did not say anything, but his disciples were very indignant, and some people dared to say to their master, how could they bear it? Someone has already released words to compete with Mei Xueyan.

In the end, because Mei Xueyan is a woman, and she can't be called a king, she simply replaced it with a fairy and took the name of "Little Poetry Fairy", which means the fairy in the poem.

Regardless of whether she is convinced or not, in short, Mei Xueyan has become a leader of the younger generation, especially in the name of the poem, she is the leader of Jingguo.

Not to mention, there are already countless bookstores and printing workshops in Taiyuan Mansion, Xingye Mansion, which is adjacent to Huatong Mansion, all the way to buy Mei Xueyan's "A Chinese Ghost Story", and the printing workshop is also very anxious, and if they want to take the printing right of the mansion first, it must be a big profit, so one by one the shopkeepers are almost on the road day and night.

In this regard, Mei Xueyan didn't know anything, only in her own small yard happy and comfortable, Zhao Dad circled a large open space in the yard into a vegetable furrow, and after reclamation, he picked up fertile red soil and planted several kinds of melons, Mei Xueyan felt that some of the greenery in the yard was more eye-catching, whether it was flowers or melon vines, and there was a melon shed just to enjoy the cool in the summer.

Chengfang Printing Workshop had to send a dividend of silver grain at three days and two ends, at first it was only two or three hundred taels, and then a thousand taels of silver tickets were actually sent, a total of 1,600 taels, which shows that the business of the printing workshop is now thriving.

This time, Mei Xueyan knew how huge the benefits of this kind of thing were.

A happy family is sad, the rise of Chengfang Printing Workshop, breaking the monopoly of the Ma family, Lin'an's business is so big, the more prosperous the Chengfang Printing Workshop, the more the Ma family is falling, if it is not for the "Poetry Newspaper" to bring income, it will almost reach the point of being crowded.

When Ma Jinqi entered the study, Ma Jinjun looked strange and pressed something with a ledger.

"You don't have to hide it, although I am dedicated to studying, I am not deaf to what is going on outside."

Ma Jinjun said in a low voice: "Brother has seen it?"

"Yes, five poems are screened at the same time, and one is rewritten by her, which is naturally famous." Ma Jinjun said indifferently, "What are you doing with a sad face?" The more sensational the "Poetry Newspaper", the more our printing workshop will earn, right? ”

Ma Jinjun took a deep breath and said: "I'm not worried about the business of the printing workshop, I'm complaining about my brother's grievances, how can Mei Xueyan be?"

"Don't worry, you don't have to worry about this." Ma Jinqi comforted her and said, "I will leave for Huatong Mansion to participate in the government examination in three days, I am determined to win the champion, and then my brother will enter the official career, with the assistance of Lord Zhizhou, Mei Xueyan is just a woman, at most in a small place like Lin'an, she can't compare with me at all." ”

"Hmm......" Ma Jinjun agreed sullenly.

Ma Jinqi left with his hands down, a cold light appeared in his kind eyes, and no one knew how difficult it was for him to maintain this indifference from the world! He is the pride of the sky, no one is better, Mei Xueyan is just a Maocai, Ma Jinqi is not inferior to her, but now he is bleak in front of her.

How can this shame be endured?!