Yan Kesong was like being struck by lightning, and he relieved himself before he said firmly: "Say!" You're afraid of a fart, the reader scolds, where can you hear it! ”

The housekeeper hesitated for a while, and said to Ai Ai: "Those... Scholars, all scolded the person who wrote this book as a yin stick, which did a lot of harm, and ruined the atmosphere of the Jingshi, saying that it was to resist such a vulgar and obscene thing. ”

Yan Chengjin's face was weird.

The reader scolds, it's really hard to hear......

Yan Kesong was like a thunderstorm, his kind face lost all blood, and in an instant, he staggered to his knees and fell to the ground, and his lips kept trembling.

"Humph! If you haven't seen the world, is this considered vulgar? For more vulgar books, there must be illustrations. Yan Chengjin shook his head.

It's like learning and communicating normally between people of the opposite sex, but being cited as early love.

It's a pity that I stayed up late to write the outline! Yan Chengjin was also very uncomfortable in his heart.

The housekeeper said hesitantly: "There are still people who say...... The initiator, there is no aftermath! ”

Hearing this, even Yan Chengjin had such a good temper and couldn't help but blow up.

"There is no distinction between elegance and vulgarity, dad doesn't need to take it to heart, wolfberry! Grab goji berry tea! Yan Chengjin hurriedly shouted.

The ancients had three unfilial pieties, and no queen was great, and they even cursed people without a queen.

What a vicious curse!

Feeling the sympathetic gaze of the house manager, Yan Chengjin scolded: "Dog thing! Look at my father, look at what Young Master Ben has done, and it's not that Young Master Ben has no queen! ”

You look at Young Master Ben like this, if you really cut off your children and grandchildren, can you be responsible!

Yan Kesong was already sobbing, as if he was a little old, crying and grabbing the ground: "Evil! As a father, he has always been honest and self-denying, how could he have been scolded like this, Yan Jiabo has given to the public, and his reputation is far and wide, so that the old man ...... How to carry this infamy to see the ancestors and ancestors! ”

Yan Kesong was so grief-stricken that he cried as if there was no one else.

Although Yan Chengjin was a little distressed, he didn't dare to go up to persuade him.

The next moment, Yan Kesong said to Yan Chengjin with grief and indignation: "If it weren't for that profiteer who speculated the price of books to such a high price, why would there be so much resentment?" ”

Yan Chengjin sighed, that old Wang Bookstore, I'm afraid it has been smashed, right?

Starting a business is risky, and you need to be cautious when investing.

Yan Chengjin was glad that he chose this business that would make money and not lose money, and he either made money or didn't lose money, only lost some labor.

"Cheng Jin, my father won't have the face to go out in the future." Yan Kesong cried and grabbed the ground.

"Don't get in the way, my son has already asked the bookseller to change the name of the author to 'Welcome Song', no one knows, that 'Welcome Song' is my father."

Yan Kesong's eyes lit up, he drank a sip of wolfberry tea, and stood up straight: "My son is steady!" ”

At this moment, outside the door, a very happy shout came: "Young Master Yan, the villain Wang is here, good morning to you!" ”

"Skinny profiteers! Dare to come to my Yan Mansion......" Yan Kesong opened his teeth and rushed out, as fast as the wind, and it was gone in the blink of an eye.

"Quick! Stop the dog...... Oh no...... Stop the master! ”

Wang Bu was old and heard someone mourning, is Yan Fu holding a funeral today?

Why don't you hang lanterns?

Along the way, he was full of suspicions and came to the courtyard.

Wang Busui appeared in the courtyard, and Yan Chengjin chased after him, but saw that his father was like a rabbit fighting back, and he had already pounced.

"Old man, beat you to death, you skinny profiteer!"

Yan Kesong rode on Wang Busui and scratched his face fiercely.

Wang Busui was confused, a figure came out of nowhere, pushed him down suddenly, grabbed and beaten, and he could only protect the vital point head-on.

The scene was indescribable.

"Lord Yan, the villain begged for mercy...... Spare your life. ”

"The villain is here to deliver a silver ticket."

Silver ticket?

Yan Kesong was stunned.

Yan Chengjin saw that Wang Busui really took out a stack of silver tickets from his arms and beckoned to him, so he walked over suspiciously and said, "You sent me money?" ”

Half a quarter later.

Wang Busui gasped for breath, and after a long time, he laughed again: "Young Master Yan has a note in hand, the villain does not dare to deny it, the first batch of books has been sold out, this is Young Master Yan's share." ”

Yan Chengjin walked over suspiciously, and carefully looked at the two hundred taels of silver tickets in Wang Busui's hand.

Daming treasure banknote, the world passes?

That's money that I think about day and night!

Yan Kesong's eyes showed a joyful light, looking at the silver ticket in his hand, he was surprised: "My book is sold out?" ”

"If you go back to your lordship, it's sold out?" Wang Busui still doesn't understand, the Yan family counts the money after the fight?

Yan Chengjin got it right himself, and let the house manager get it right.

This time it's really started......

Two hundred taels of silver and two thousand eight hundred taels of silver!

"Isn't there a boycott of my father's book? How did it sell so much. Yan Chengjin was happy in his heart, secretly calculating that he could buy a few acres of land in the capital for three thousand taels.

Wang Busui touched the bag on his face and said: "I can't sell so much on weekdays, but this year is the year of the township test, and many scholars from all over the world gather in Beijing." ”

Ten years of hard work and boring, in the absence of other entertainment projects, the dream building is out, like dry wood meets fire, naturally I can't put it down.

The house manager suddenly burst into tears, and he had managed the accounts in Yanfu for a lifetime, and he no longer had to worry about firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Wang Busui suddenly danced with his eyebrows, and snickered and said: "The old man and the young master don't know yet, the Chaling Poetry School and the New School are going to fight!" ”

Chaling Poetry School?

Li Dongyang?

Yan Chengjin of the Chaling Poetry School has heard of it, but ............ Where did this new school come from?

Yan Kesong looked at each other angrily: "The old man has been in Beijing for more than ten years, and he has been compiling and repairing books for more than ten years, when have you ever heard of the new school!" Hugh is going to talk nonsense! ”

Wang Busui was taken aback and said with a smile: "The founder of this new school...... It's you! ”

“？？？” Yan Ke was stunned and instantly stunned.

What he didn't know was that after the book was released, it set off a frenzy in Jingshi.

The scholars were roughly divided into two factions, one was very respectful of Yan Kesong's literary creation, and the other was the Chaling poetry school that proposed the poetics of the Tang and Han dynasties.

Li Dongyang's ancestral hometown is Chaling, Changsha Mansion, Huguang, and the Chaling Poetry School was established around Li Dongyang.

The one who scolded Yan Kesong was the reader of the tea party.

"My lord, you have many followers now." Wang Busui said.

Yan Chengjin was a little confused, I'm going to be the son of a great writer?

Wang Busui came this time, in addition to sending silver, by the way, he also asked about the manuscript, thanks to Yan Chengjin, the bookstore was already kneeling down at this moment, and he was very grateful.

Isn't it all waiting to read the old man's book?

Yan Kesong thought for a while, and said hurriedly: "Let me go, this official is going to write a book." As he spoke, he walked quickly to the study with a pot of wolfberry tea.

In order to avoid the people of Chaling chasing him to the house, Yan Chengjin left Wang Busui until midnight, and agreed that the time to come to the door to get the manuscript in the future will be set at midnight.

Connector code:

Q: Heavy snow presses down on green pines

Answer: The green pine is straight and straight

Wang Busui was stunned, he didn't sleep in the middle of the night, come to this pair of poems?

Finally stayed up until midnight, he came out of the strict mansion in a daze, but he was in a good mood, although he only took 20% of the profit, he sold it a lot, and it was also a huge sum of silver.

Now when talking about the first-class bookstore in the capital, there must be his old king, I don't know how many years it will take to have this reputation, if there is another one, it will be returned?

It's worth a trip in the middle of the night.

Forbidden City, Inner Courtyard,

The three cabinet ministers are here, Xie Qian has heard of it, and the new school is circulating in the market, but Li Dongyang, the protagonist of this literary dispute, is very calm.

"Mr. Binzhi, have you ever heard of the literary disputes in the market?" Xie Qiandao.

Li Dongyang said: "I have heard of it. ”