Zong Xiu was anxious: "Master Li, Daochang Li, I'm begging you, let's get up and talk, okay?" I just fooled you to play, what is not an immortal, how can there be a fairy in this world! ”

Li Chunfeng stubbornly knelt on the ground, refused to get up, and said loudly: "It's the juniors who are reckless, and they haven't heard the sound of the immortals." Shangxian just asked the juniors if they believed in fate, and the juniors believed it! Seeing the immortals today is the fate of the younger generations. I also hope that the immortals will have mercy and accept the younger generations. ”

Zong Xiu: "......"

Took you? Doesn't that?

Zong Xiu said secretly: Are all cultivators dead-eyed? For the sake of immortality, in order to ascend to become an immortal, kneel when you say kneel, don't you want your face?

Seeing that Zong Xiu had a cold face and didn't speak, Li Chunfeng retreated: "If the immortal dislikes the reckless qualifications of the junior and is unwilling to accept him as a disciple, the junior is willing to follow the immortal and be a boy who serves with him." ”

“……”

Is there such a big boy?

Zong Xiu was worried that the guards on duty outside would find something abnormal, so he also squatted down, maintaining the same height as Li Chunfeng, and from a distance, it looked as if the two were sitting on the ground and talking.

"Master Li, can we stop taking a bite of an immortal? I'm just a nine-grade sesame official, you call me an immortal, isn't this harmful to me? I'll tell you the truth, I'm just fooling you. ”

Zong Xiu sighed, the Tang Dynasty had just established a country, and he claimed to be an immortal, which was looking for death.

Li Chunfeng still didn't believe it: "Don't deceive the younger generation, your face is not a human being, you are definitely not a person in this world, what is not an immortal?" In ancient times, there were immortals such as Huangshi Gong and Zuo Ci who played the world, and it became a good story to cross people. The younger generation can see the immortals, if they miss the opportunity, they will regret it for life. Please also have mercy on the immortals, and read it for the sake of the juniors' fists to the heart of the Tao, and spend the juniors. ”

"Hiss......"

Zong Xiu secretly gasped, Li Chunfeng really saw through his face.

It's not human, it's not a human being, it's amazing.

Fortunately, Li Chunfeng didn't know what it meant to cross over, and misunderstood him for an immortal who came down from the fairy world to play Hongchen.

No, we have to find a way to stabilize Li Chunfeng. Otherwise, as soon as he goes back and reports to Li Shimin, Lao Tzu will still be a fart.

Zong Xiu thought for a while, and suddenly asked again: "Are you sure that my face is not from the world?" ”

"The younger generation has been studying physiognomy for 20 years, and I have never missed it."

Li Chunfeng said confidently.

Zong Xiu gritted his teeth, got up suddenly, stroked the top of Li Chunfeng's head with one hand, and said loudly: "Idiot, idiot, don't wake up yet!" You have been reincarnated in three lifetimes, and you still can't see through it? Today, this seat will warn with three palms, if you can't see through the wealth of the world in this life, then you will forever fall into reincarnation and be an ordinary man. ”

After Zong Xiu finished speaking, he slapped Li Chunfeng's forehead with three palms, and left without looking back.

Li Chunfeng knelt in the Golden Palace, feeling a little confused.

He didn't know if it was because he was slapped vigorously by Zong Xiu, or if Zong Xiu really used some secret method to open his spiritual wisdom, anyway, it was Toumeng.

After being dizzy for a while, Li Chunfeng was surprised to find that the things that were originally hidden in his heart had a direction, and he hurriedly got up and walked quickly towards the Imperial Garden.

At this time, Zong Xiu had already left the palace and rushed to Yifeng Pavilion.

The two-story wooden building opposite Yifeng Pavilion is the shop under Zong Xiutuo Yi a few days ago. Because today's newspapers and books have just been sold, there are no signs on the storefront.

Jiang Shihu and about twenty children were squatting in the shop, and there were guests outside.

As soon as Zong Xiu arrived, Jiang Shihu hurriedly greeted him: "Boss, you are here, we don't have enough goods." ”

"Huh? All sold out? ”

Zong Xiu couldn't help but wonder, it was 20,000 newspapers and 3,000 books, how could they be sold out this afternoon.

Jiang Shihu pointed to the people gathered at the door of the store: "There are still many people urging here." You see, there are more people around the door of our store than the Qinglou opposite. ”

Zong Xiu glanced at Yi Fengge. The opposite side was deserted, but there were many people gathered in front of his shop.

A window in the private room on the second floor of Yi Feng Pavilion was ajar, revealing Yan Chengcheng's pretty face.

"Hehe, it's a good thing that business is good. Shi Hu, it's not too early this day, you take the children back to eat first. By the way, what about the silver that sells the goods? ”

Jiang Shihu hurriedly said: "It has been sent to Yifeng Pavilion according to the instructions of the owner." ”

"Well done. You go back and talk to Jiang Lizheng first, don't print the second issue of the newspaper first, and then rush 80,000 copies of the first issue out. ”

"Eighty thousand? Isn't it too much? ”

"Hehe, I'm too little!"

Zong Xiu laughed and walked towards Yi Fengge, Jiang Shihu also returned to the shop, and shouted to the guests gathered at the door: "Everyone, I'm really sorry, it's really out of stock today, if you need it, please be early in two days." I'm sorry for you to go back and talk to the neighbors, and in the future, this will be the shop of the 'Chang'an Weekly'. ”

Jiang Shihu was polite with the guests here, and in Yifeng Pavilion over there, Zong Xiu came to Yan Chengcheng's room.

As soon as the person entered the door, he heard a sigh of resentment: "Zong Gongzi is really good, and he sold thousands of taels of silver in one afternoon." According to your profit algorithm, you will make a net profit of three thousand taels. Moreover, the slave family heard that many merchants and literati are interested in looking for you to publish advertisements and poems. Master Kong Yingda has already spoken, and he is willing to be the first person to publish poems at a high price of 10,000 taels!"

Zong Xiu walked to the table with a smile, picked up the teacup and took a sip of water, he didn't sit down: "It's not a big deal, it's all expected." By the way, everyone Yan, the money sent this afternoon will be put here for you, and it will be your first month's dividend. There's one more thing I'd like to ask you to help with. ”

Yan Chengcheng closed the window and said, "I won't enter the palace again." ”

"......" Zong Xiu rolled his eyes, he had just come out of the palace and entered a ghost.

"It's a serious matter, the autumn exam is approaching, and I'm going to hold a poetry meeting in Yifeng Pavilion on the fifteenth of next month."

"Poetry Club?" Yan Tingcheng frowned slightly: "It's the first time that the slave family has heard that someone is holding a poetry meeting in the Qinglou. ”

Zong Xiu smiled mysteriously: "You don't care about this, just let the girls in the pavilion say it when serving the guests every day, just say that on the fifteenth day of next month, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chang'an City will hold the first poetry competition, and select one hundred poems from them as the winner." For the winners, I will help print them into a book for free, make a poetry collection, and promote it nationwide. ”

"Shhh...... Free printing, but also promote the whole country, that is not a loss? ”

The poetry collection of ordinary scholars is not easy to sell, after all, the poems of these years are like the compositions of primary school students in later generations, and a scholar can write several poems.

Zong Xiu smiled: "When did I ever make a loss-making transaction?" Yan, everyone, you are responsible for notifying. Rest assured, it's a win-win deal. I'll use your place to hold a poetry meeting, and those sons and brothers who have just finished the autumn exam naturally don't drink tea, drink, eat a snack or something, and maybe stay overnight at night, you definitely can't lose. ”

Yan Tingcheng thought about it and said, "Then what do you need the slave family to prepare?" ”

Zong Xiu said: "You don't have to deliberately make any preparations, just let the singers dress up and have a good temperament." After all, we are holding a poetry meeting, don't be a whole rouge and vulgar fan, which makes people think that we are engaged in some special group activities. ”

Yan Chengcheng snorted: "Many of our singers in Yifeng Pavilion are the daughters of the official eunuchs of the previous dynasty. After studying the official eunuch of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood, his temperament is naturally not much worse. Or Zong Gongzi will stay here tonight, and the slave family will find a few young girls to wait for you, and the two sides will confirm one or two, and see where you need to improve? ”