Xiao Ran and the three of them looked over, their eyes were worried, Chen Ji stopped coughing, sat down at the table, and said, "Why don't you boil a bowl of ginger soup and drink it?" ”

Xiao Ran immediately went out to prepare.

Chen Ji beckoned, and Gui Chun and Shen Qiu came closer. , the three heads are together, not knowing what to brew.

“…… It's been almost a month, and the talker should have noticed that something was wrong, after they made the business out, Qingzhou basically didn't show much mercy, and now we have taken advantage of this loophole for a while...... However, after all, they are a big family for decades, and the background is still there, you still have to be on guard, don't ask people to take a salary......"

"In addition, I asked you to prepare a disaster relief manual, this year's heavy rain also seems to be a little unusual, at that time, Comrade Lao Chen will go back and forth, with these pamphlets, as long as you can read the words, you can always understand some, which is somewhat helpful to Lao Chen."

“……”

After explaining a lot of things in a row, Chen Ji only felt that he was starting to have a headache, so he raised his hand and pressed his temple, and the pain seemed to rush into the scalp, stirring the Tianling cover with a trace, making people really want to lift it off. And the throat is also dry, very uncomfortable, which is already a precursor to the wind chill.

Coughing twice, the clothes on his body were wrapped tightly, Xiao Ran brought the ginger soup over, and took a sip of the bowl with a hot heart. Pouting and just about to blow two breaths to cool down, Xiao Ran looked at it with solemn eyes, and said in a voice: "Young master, you are not allowed to blow when you drink medicine." ”

Chen Ji bowed, okay, ginger soup is also medicine. After a few more words, Chen Ji drank ginger soup, sent Xiao Ran and the three of them, and went to sleep with clothes early.

After the three of them withdrew, their expressions were different, but they no longer hid the slightest trace of worry. During this period of time, it was raining heavily, and the three of them followed Chen Ji to do a lot of things, although most of the time they just followed, but they could feel the "thrilling" in it. At first, they were worried about Chen Ji's sluggish state after returning from school, but now, they are beginning to worry about whether Chen Ji is "jumping up and down" a little too much.

Then again, the same is true of the old traces in previous years, but there is no idea of "overnight revenge" at that time, but now it can be endured so far. Due to some visions, it is impossible for them to see through the entire game, but with the waves of people who follow Chen Ji's "visits", they will not admit their mistakes.

All kinds of signs, now in their hearts, are more and more worried that Chen Ji will set off a big storm, and then it will really be the point of "you live and die".

Now on the one hand, he hopes that Chen Ji can stabilize the situation, and on the other hand, he can only look forward to Chen Xiujie coming back soon and pulling the reins.

When they went back to the house, a wave of exhaustion hit, and the west chamber quieted down.

At night, the heavy rain still fell, crackling and smashing on the roof tiles, disturbing people's dreams.

Chen Ji got out of the quilt and got his head out, his mind was full of nightmares, his body was weak, and his temples hurt like pins and needles pulling the Tianling cover, and he still had a cold in the end.

I got up in black, put on my clothes and looked for a candle to light it, and with a bang, the wind swept over with the tide, rushed open the door of the house, and Chen Ji woke up with a spirit. Then he tightened his clothes, hugged his chest and closed the door, thinking that he still had to strengthen his physical exercise.

The next day, Chen Ji didn't get up early as usual, Xiao Ran noticed the "abnormality" before breaking into the door to find out, and a moment later, the little girl rushed out of the door and called Shen Qiu, with red eyes and asked Shen Qiu to ask for a doctor. For a while, the entire West Chamber was busy again, and Chen Ji who was lying on the bed could only gasp for breath.

A face that was red like a monkey's buttocks, his forehead was so hot that he could steam eggs, and his lips seemed to have just secretly eaten a few kilograms of mulberries, and if he got closer, he could hear his teeth chattering.

The pouring rain carried the thunder, from far and near, and finally exploded on the rooftop.

——

Sifang Street, the newly opened Zhizhi bookstore closed for several days, this day opened the door as usual, the gap between the heavy rain and light rain at noon, several carriages stopped outside the bookstore, down a few noble sons, nodded and greeted each other and entered the bookstore. After asking the shopkeeper a few words, the group went to the courtyard behind the bookstore and walked along the corridor to the main house.

A quarter of an hour later, more than a dozen people had gathered in the room.

Sitting in the first place is Song Qingming, the little son of the Zhanguo Mansion, Zhu Chenghu, Sun Jingbing is in the position of his lower left head, and the right hand is also an acquaintance, it is the prefect's son Hou Mingyu. The rest were new faces.

After sitting down, the shopkeeper of the bookstore personally brought tea up, Song Qingming looked around, and everyone who should have arrived arrived, and said immediately: "...... According to Chen Dashao, this is the first time that Zhizhi Bookstore has been ...... after its establishment Salon. "In the end, it is a little awkward, "But it is limited to the fact that the heavens are not beautiful, and I can only grieve everyone to eat two cups of bitter tea here, and Chen Dashao's mansion called someone to pass it on in the morning, saying that after negotiating with the Xingtai yesterday, he was sick when he returned home, so according to the regulations drawn up when the bookstore was established, Chen Dashao was sick, and all affairs were handed over to Hou Dashao to preside, which is also one thing for everyone to come over to explain today......"

Song Qingming rubbed the teacup in his hand, and handed his gaze to Hou Mingyu, who smiled, got up and took the conversation, "Song Dashao said so, Hou should not shirk it." After a month and a half of development, now the bookstore's business is gradually doing business, and everyone is the first to participate, and they should all see the benefits...... At present, some people have begun to imitate, so I hope that everyone will use their own relationships to explain what should be explained, and the specific operating procedures are explained in detail in Chen Dashao's management booklet......"

After a pause, Hou Mingyu twisted his eyebrows, and his voice was slightly deep: "According to the previous layout, those guys who jumped out must be pressed down during this time when we really grasp the Qingzhou market, and as for the back, there is no need to worry......"

"So to stabilize this ...... For the position of the leading boss, I decided to use Chen Dashao's method to publish my father's real-name article in the newspaper......"

Everyone "looked at each other", and the son of the Bo family in Yidu County frowned and said, "Wouldn't this be bad?" ”

Hou Mingyu disagreed, "At most, give a beating, everyone has experience in this." ”

Everyone thought it was true, and those of you really knew how to "be beaten", otherwise they wouldn't have gotten together.

Hou Mingyu sat back in his seat, "We have to let those guys know who is standing behind us." ”

"Hou Dashao is right, but at present, our biggest backer is Song Dashao, but the other party is likely to be someone from the political secretary, and it may even involve that palace, so we still have to guard against it."

"Well, that's true."

echoed the voice, all the people present were the first batch of people to buy shares, and after Chen Ji drew a huge cake, he really regarded the bookstore as his own money pocket. Moreover, in the "Da Fule Farming Experience Park", everyone here participates in the form of real money or land, and everyone has a common "life experience" before this, but they really dream of peeing into a pot.

The Jokhang Shilin had a tradition of association, and what they do today is essentially the same thing, but they are much more practical than those who "form associations for the sake of hope."

Hou Mingyu listened to everyone's discussion and nodded, "Chen Dashao already has an idea about this. Three days ago, Xu Gelao, who returned to his hometown, arrived in Qingzhou Mansion, and now he is resting in Qingzhou Post House. ”

"Elder Xu Ge? Can Chen Dashao convince him to be an old man? ”

"......" Hou Mingyu paused, pondered for a moment and said: "Actually, before Xu Ge Lao arrived in Qingzhou, Chen Da Shao had already published in the newspaper the "Agricultural Political Essentials", which according to Xu Ge Lao said was one of Xu Ge Lao's efforts."

After a few whispers below, someone wondered: "Is there anything else?" ”

Hou Mingyu pressed his forehead, "Usually tell you to pay more attention to an industry!" In Chen Dashao's words, everyone should drive the market and lead the trend! A few of you are personalities in your own small circles, and you can't afford to waste this...... This resource! ”

Everyone is ashamed, everyone is the kind of person who doesn't like to read, otherwise they wouldn't have experience in being beaten.

"......" Hou Mingyu sighed and did not speak.

Bo Gongzi of Yidu County spoke again: "Hou Dashao misunderstood, what we mean, what is "Agricultural Politics" really the handwriting of Xu Gelao? ”

"This ......" Hou Mingyu looked at Song Qingming, who put down the teacup and nodded.

Everyone is relaxed, there is this level of relationship, even if it is sloppy, as long as Xu Ge does not stand up and clarify, at least the news transmitted to the outside world is enough for some people to weigh and weigh. And according to the identity of the old man, he will never care about these things with a few children.

At this moment, Zhu Chenghu sighed twice and muttered: "We are shouting about Na Laoshizi's fight against piracy all day long, and in the end, we pirated it first......"

Hou Mingyu coughed, as if he hadn't heard it. The rest of the people also exchanged ears in twos and threes, chatting gossip.

Zhu Chenghu said twice and shook his shoulders: "The weather is good today." ”

Sun Jingbing kicked over.

After making a little fun, Hou Mingyu beckoned to the bookstore shopkeeper and gave a few orders, and the topic finally turned to the matter of "flowers and willows", and the next speech was very positive and enthusiastic.

It's just that Zhu Chenghu said coldly: "Chen Dashao doesn't know whether he lives or dies on the sickbed, isn't it a little embarrassing for us to talk about the mountains so eloquently!" ”

So there was another wave of eye killing.

Zhu Chenghu shrunk his neck and smiled embarrassedly again: "Well, the weather is really good today." ”

……

In the evening, the showers began to stop, and the dark clouds gradually dispersed, leaking the last trace of the sun. Hou Houcong, the prefect of Qingzhou, received a message from the post house after he went down, and rushed over with his heart after thinking about it to no avail. On the way, I recalled all the details of the visit to the old man that day, and when I came back to my senses, the carriage had arrived at the door of the post house.

Lifting the curtain of the carriage and taking a look, the prefect of Hou let out a turbid breath and got out of the carriage. He straightened his official robe at the door and walked in.