"Those who don't wear Confucian shirts and green shirts don't sell ......"

Although he was faintly complacent in his heart, Zhang Yuan still asked, "What is the truth?" ”

The young man said with a sad face: "This is the rule handed down by the ancestors of the small owner, and the little one doesn't understand, why he has to put a good lot and a good business ......."

seemed to open his mouth, the young man couldn't help it anymore, and complained to Zhang Yuan and the surrounding crowd: "Master Xianggong, fellow villagers, you must not say that our Shihantang is black-hearted and greedy, you see, this entire Gulou Street, which one is not full of guests, and the silver has earned the sea?"

We alone are in Shihan Hall, and there are no guests at all.

It's not a day or two, it's been like this for decades!

We are in deficit every month, every year, I have knelt down for our host, even if I open a teahouse tavern, it is a hundred times stronger than this bookstore!

But the ancestor of the owner is here, filial piety is greater than the sky, and he can only open a bookstore, there is no way! ”

"There's always a saying, right?"

Zhang Yuan and the people around him were all surprised.

The young man said: "There is a saying, and it is on that couplet." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the pillars on both sides of the gatehouse of Shihan Hall.

Then everyone looked over, and saw two rows of mottled handwriting on the pillars that no one would notice in the search for the sun:

Everything is inferior, only reading is high!

Seeing this couplet, the other people may not feel much in their hearts, but the more and more prisoners who have gathered are called sour in their hearts......

One by one, the honorable ones straightened their chests.

looked at the young man's eyes, and instantly became friendly.

I heard the young man say again: "Because of the ancestral training, our owner can't sell books to this eldest lady."

But we are by no means unsympathetic, even though Shihan Hall is about to be unable to open, our owner still paid his own money, went to the bookstore next to him, and bought this lady a set of excellent thirteen scriptures. ”

As he spoke, he put the bookcase in his hand and said to the old woman, "Auntie, you can take it home quickly!" ”

The old woman howled again: "But I only want the books of your Shihan Hall. I can't bear it, he walks away with regrets! ”

Life and death are the biggest things, and the people around them are already inclined to the hearts of the guys, and they immediately tilt to the old woman's side.

It's just that seeing that the attitudes of the surrounding prisoners have changed, the people don't dare to speak casually anymore.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuan had the best of both worlds in his heart, and said to the young man: "You can't do this thing, what about your host?" ”

When the young man heard this, his face was a little embarrassed, and he said: "Master Xiang, our owner is young, and he was framed by gangsters a few days ago, and some ...... Some ......"

Zhang Yuanyi was stunned and said: "Your owner is Guigeng this year? ”

The young man said, "Two out of twenty." ”

Zhang Yuan frowned when he heard this, and said, "What is twenty-two still young?" If you go and tell him, you will say that it is my country's prisoner Zhang Zifen who invited him to come out and see him. ”

The young man was embarrassed, but seeing that the people around him refused to disperse, he could only grit his teeth and enter the Zhu Building.

After about half a cup of tea, Fang led a young white fat man out.

The fat white man saw the countless people around him, and his face showed obvious fear, and he hesitated a little.

It was still the same young man, who tried to persuade him, and finally came to the front.

When Zhang Yuan and many prisoners saw this, they were all contemptuous.

And the people around him looked at his white and honest appearance, but they didn't feel like a bad person.

Only Ni Er, who was standing across the street, could barely suppress his laughter and said to Jia Cong: "Childe, look, look!" This has been rehearsed many times, Brother Cheng'er's face was specially taught by Qiu San's eight boys! Hahaha! Look, how much it looks! ”

Jia Cong glanced back at Ni Er and said, "It's good, but don't say much about this matter, especially don't say it outside." Remember, the opportunity is not the secret first.

You have to learn a lesson. ”

Ni Er froze when he heard this, looked at Jia Cong's cold gaze, and felt that the cold sweat on his forehead was about to come out, and he hurriedly responded: "Don't worry, son, I will take care of my mouth." ”

said that he wanted to take care of his mouth, but in a blink of an eye, Ni Er really couldn't help it, and asked: "Childe, after Shihantang, is it really a grandfather who only sells Confucian shirts and wears Qingjin?" There aren't many of them......"

Jia Cong said lightly: "People must be self-aware, do economic business, and have a clear customer positioning. It is better to be able to grab the fattest piece of meat and eat it than to hold an empty pot. ”

Ni Er scratched his head, and said with a smile: "I don't understand, anyway, it's right to listen to Childe!" ”

Jia Cong nodded and continued to look ahead.

Ni Er didn't care about the front, and quietly looked at Jia Cong, and wondered in his heart.

He couldn't understand that even though Jia Cong was a son of Gonghou and had an extraordinary background, he was only in his teens, and he hadn't experienced anything yet, only a half-old teenager.

How can he be so calm, his eyes are as heavy as if he has a thousand catties, and his speech is even more condescending.

He naturally didn't know that although Jia Cong was young now and had not experienced anything, he had stood in the operating room in his previous life, holding a lancet, and had presided over many lives and deaths.

Although there are not many words, every word is related to life and death, how can it not be serious?

Ni Er didn't know this, so he could only attribute it to Jia Cong's natural nobleman, and he was more and more respectful.

But in front of him, after Zhang Yuan saw Lin Cheng, the owner of Shihan Hall, come out, he introduced himself and said straight to the point: "Lin Dongjia abides by the ancestral law and reveres the words of the ancestors.

It's just that today's events, in the end, there are extenuating circumstances, and there must be no need to say much about the internal reasons.

also asked Lin Dong's family to make it convenient, give a certain thin noodles, and sell her a set of books. ”

When Lin Cheng heard this, he glanced at Zhang Yuan with a sneering face, then looked at the old woman on the ground, and said, "It's still ...... Don't buy it......"

"Huh?"

When Zhang Yuan heard this, his face suddenly sank, and he said unhappily: "Why is this? ”

Lin Cheng hurriedly waved his hand and said: "It's not that he doesn't give Zhang Xianggong face, and it's not just because of the ancestral law, Shihantang, Shihantang also sells books to ordinary people, it's just ...... Just ......"

"What is the reason?"

Zhang Yuan said impatiently.

Lin Cheng said bitterly: "It's not that I really don't want to sell books, it's really for her good, the books of our Shihantang are more expensive!" ”

"Poof!"

Zhang Yuansheng was laughed angrily, and after the onlookers were stunned, they also laughed.

There are no wonders in the world, and today is really an eye-opener.

Book sellers advise people not to buy books because the price is too expensive......

That Lin Cheng waved his hand again and again, sweating urgently, and said in a panic: "Really, don't laugh, what I said is from my heart." ”

Seeing him like this, Zhang Yuan smiled more and more, shook his head and said: "I really haven't seen you run a bookstore like this, it seems that you don't know the slightest way of economy."

Tell me, how expensive are your Shihantang books? ”

Lin Cheng blushed and said: "In other people's bookstores, a set of "Four Books and Chapters and Sentences Collection Notes" is at most two or eight yuan, but in our Shihan Hall, it is almost ...... It's almost ......."

"How much?"

Zhang Yuan was so close that he didn't hear it clearly, and the people around him shouted one after another.

It's like this big show, it's better than the Festival of Lights.

Zhang Yuanxian waved his hand to stop everyone's shouting, and asked, "A set of Zhu Zi's "Notes on the Four Books and Chapters and Sentences", how much silver do you sell in Shihantang?" ”

Lin Cheng didn't dare to raise his head, his voice was a little louder, and he said, "Yes, I want eight taels." ”

When Zhang Yuan heard this, his complexion changed slightly, and Lin Cheng's eyes were already different.

He thought it would be nice to have three or four taels, who knows......

The people around also booed when they learned about it:

"It's black!"

"What's the matter with not seeing silver?"

"How can there be such an expensive book in the world?"

"What a hit......"

Lin Cheng's white and chubby face was actually full of shame, as if he couldn't find a crack in the ground to get into.

However, the guy next to him was reluctant, and said loudly: "This Xianggong master, the books of our Shihantang are all printed on peach blossom paper from Jiangnan civilization.

It is ink, and it is also the Jixi Huimo of Huidi, which is the famous ink in the world!

If you don't believe me, just wait a while, and the small one will go and get you a set to see. ”

After that, without waiting for Zhang Yuan's reaction, he quickly turned around and returned to the bookstore, and after a while, he picked up a set of books.

handed one of the volumes to Zhang Yuan, and said loudly: "Master Xianggong is a Wenqu star who knows the affairs of the world, you give a comment, such paper, such ink, and even the engraved handwriting are all engraved by Mr. Mu Rong, a famous calligrapher in the world in the early years of the dynasty."

Our Shihantang sells a set of eight taels, is it expensive?

This only sells for a dollar!

Master Xianggong, you are a Wenqu star, you give a comment! ”

That Zhang Yuan is not even a lifter, and he is regarded as a Wenqu star at the moment, not to mention how sour he is.

But how did he know how much the cost of peach blossom paper and Jixi ink was.

I just took a closer look at the "University" in my hand, and found that the paper was white and delicate, the handwriting was clear and inky, and the calligraphy was beautiful, which was indeed the calligraphy of Mr. Mu Rong......

I decided that it was really a good book.

After flipping through the two pages, the prisoner next to him took over and looked at it, all of them were people who knew the goods, and they nodded and praised one after another.

And Zhang Yuan saw that the guy was waiting for him to administer justice, nodded slowly, and said, "This book is an excellent book, and it is indeed worth the price." ”

"Wow!"

The onlookers were sensational again, and they didn't expect that Shihantang's book was really that good.

A voice suddenly came from the crowd and said, "Your Shihantang's books are so expensive, who can afford them?" ”

The young man was not angry at all, and said loudly: "So our owner has an ancestral system, and those who wear Confucian shirts and green shirts are not sold."

We, Shihantang, have never thought of making money from this bookstore, nor have we ever thought of selling books to ordinary people.

Actually, I didn't think about selling books to most readers.

We only sell to those who are truly literate and can afford to use the ......."

The man's voice became quieter and quieter, and finally he muttered: "Anyway, I have been a buddy for many years, and together with my grandfather, I have not sold many copies together, and I am losing money every month, every year."

Don't think we're greedy for money, but if we're greedy for money, we'll have already changed to other ways of doing things.

Even renting out the door shop is better than this......

It's really just a charge!

Master Xianggong, you are a Wenqu star, the most sensible, they don't understand, you must understand the hardships of our Shihantang. ”

Zhang Yuan was a little helpless, but he still nodded and said: "I understand, if you don't wear a Confucian shirt and wear a green shirt, you can't understand how precious the words of the sage are." ”

The young man was overjoyed when he heard this, and he clapped his hands and jumped to his feet and said, "Ah! In the end, the old man is a Wenqu star, and his knowledge is really extraordinary!

If they are all people who understand like Xianggong, even if our Shihantang is empty every month, our hearts will be more comfortable.

But those people outside don't understand!

Our host still doesn't allow us to talk too much, but just says that even ordinary fathers and gentlemen don't have enough money in their purses, so let's let them go to the bookstore next to them to buy books.

Today, this old lady has to buy books, and according to the meaning of the child, she will sell her old man a set.

But our owner didn't say, why bother, it's better to let the old man keep more money for the elderly.

He put in a few taels of silver himself, went outside to buy a set of thirteen scriptures, and gave them to the old man.

I can't say it! ”

"Just talk too much!"

Lin Cheng, who had been ashamed, scolded the guy and said to everyone with a dry smile: "Fellow villagers, the boy told the truth, this bookstore, I really didn't expect it to make money.

However, due to the ancestral training, it has been open.

Originally, it was not for us ordinary people to buy books, my ancestor was a marquis of the township, and he loved to read.

This bookstore was originally opened for the children of Xun Qi, but the descendants were not good at the way of economy, so they let it decline. ”

Zhang Yuan frowned when he heard this: "Isn't it just selling Confucian shirts and wearing green jin?" How did you become a son of Xun Qi? ”

Although he was born as a civil official, he did not like the children of Xun Qi from the bottom of his heart.

Lin Cheng hurriedly explained: "Don't worry, Zhang Xianggong, I haven't finished my words yet.

Sold to you Confucian students, it was sold at the original cost price, a set of eight taels, and it didn't make any money.

It can be sold to other people, all three times the price, twenty-four taels!

I was expecting to be able to maintain a balance of payments by relying on this, but I didn't expect that this deficit would be sixty or seventy years.

Later, there was no hope of selling it to them.

They don't know the goods! ”

Zhang Yuan and other prisoners like to listen to this too much, and there are also children of Xun Qi in the Guozi Prison who are reading, but they really hate those stupid and arrogant fools, Zhang Yuan and other civil officials.

In a good mood, he didn't want to delay for too long, and said: "Lin Dong's family can have this insight, which is extraordinary.

Since Zhang Mou has come forward, and he doesn't want the Lin Dong family to disobey the ancestral law that has adhered to it for nearly a hundred years, it is better to give me money personally, buy a set of thirteen scriptures, and give it to this old man, how about the whole family's filial piety? ”

"Good!!"

When the onlookers heard this, they burst into applause.

All kinds of praise came in a surge.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan felt as if he had ridden a royal horse and boasted on the royal road on Suzaku Street.

However, Lin Cheng suddenly turned red on the ground, and said excitedly: "That's it, even Zhang Xianggong, a person who has never known him, can help this old lady, how can I, the owner of the bookstore, be stingy?"

I've been in deficit for decades, not bad for this one, let it out, this set of books, the book shop sent it!

Big deal, only eat steamed buns and no vegetables next month! ”

After that, he shouted to the bitter-faced young man beside him: "Qiu San, go!" Take a set of the best Thirteen Scriptures and give them to the elderly!

In addition, I owe you another three months of money. ”

"Hahaha!"

The onlookers were amused by the couple's plan, and the old woman sitting on the ground hurriedly said, "I have money, I have money!" ”

Lin Cheng didn't wait for Zhang Yuan to speak, so he said, "Auntie, leave your money to yourself."

Although my family is now in the middle of the road and not rich, but I am still young and can still do things, but it is not easy for you to be old......

I can't help much, so I can only give you a set of books, and it will be this Lantern Festival. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young man walking with a large bookcase.

"Auntie, do you take it?"

The guy asked with a sad face.

The old lady came to her senses, finally stood up from the ground, and said excitedly: "Although I am old, I have been farming at home, and I have strength.

I'll give you the silver......"

Although the guy wanted to, he looked at the owner with a straight face, but he didn't answer, but said, "Auntie, go home quickly." Today I will take your money, and all the people of the city will have to call me a slave!

I eat and live with the owner, and if I owe a month's money, I owe a month's money. ”

The old woman wanted to say something, but was persuaded away by the laughing crowd.

After the old woman carried the bookcase and left from the road left by the crowd, Lin Cheng arched his hand to Zhang Yuan and said, "It's over, all the ministers and sages of the country should also go and take care of your big things."

If the intersection is blocked again, it will be time for someone to come to Chang'an County for a while! ”

"Whew!"

Before the people had dispersed, there were a few sneers from the ranks of the prisoners, all of them looking self-conscious.

What officer would dare to ask them what to say?

Zhang Yuan arched his hand and said: "This Lin Dongjia is not much different in age from us, although he has not entered school to study the sage books, but he respects me very much for those who wait for me to wear Confucian shirts and green clothes, and run such a chic bookstore, and they can be regarded as people in the same way."

Today, Lin Dong's family is righteous and squandering money, solving people's dangers, and being filial.

This matter is all because of us, how can we see that Lin Dong's family is in a predicament and be indifferent, only eating steamed buns and not vegetables?

This is not what the children of Confucius did!

Could it be that we are not as good as Lin Dong's family? ”

The last word is said to the many prisoners behind him.

Zhang Yuan has a high prestige among this group of people, and when he responds to every call, he naturally laughs and says that he can't.

Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "It just so happens that I am resting today, and I want to buy a set of "Four Books Collection Notes" when I am released from prison, Lin Dongjia, can I Zhang Zifen be eligible to buy books?" ”

As he spoke, he tidied up his shirt and looked at Lin Cheng with a gentle smile.

Only this kind of bearing attracted the applause of the surrounding people.

The name of Zhang Yuan and Zhang Zifen has been completely spread today.

Even if the people don't pass it on, these readers themselves will pass it on by word of mouth.

Even if the reader doesn't pass it on, Shihantang will help pass it on......

Lin Cheng was also on the road, and arched his hand: "Zhang Xianggong is a person who really reads the books of sages, so he is naturally qualified. ”

Zhang Yuan laughed and turned around: "Fellow students, do you need to buy books?" ”

"Such a good thing, how can it be without me Yan Yufeng?"

"I, Zhu Xizhou, am not willing to be left behind!"

The names of the people have been reported one after another, and they have also attracted the people's voices again and again.

Those who can study in the country will not be fools.

Even if there is a person with a low IQ, then his background must be high enough, and he will have a high enough vision and knowledge.

Can't you see the beauty of being famous with eight taels of silver?

This is the most affordable way.

And at this moment, across the street, looking at the students of the Guozijian who were surging into the Hantang in the past, Ni Er looked at Jia Cong's gaze, as if he was witnessing a miracle.

……