Du Shen was on fire.

To be precise, it was the stationery store that caught fire.

And the fire is a mess.

Since Meng Wen and other scholars came yesterday, I don't know who spread the news, and everyone in the capital knows about this shop with a strange name, but there are rare things like quills and chalk.

After those readers knew the effect of the quill pen, their eyes were red, and Meng Wen also took the opportunity to hang up the signboard, and the font of the quill pen in one hand was quite exquisite, which actually set off a big wave in the literati circle in the capital, and these readers were even more crazy.

Of course, it is not only them who are crazy, but those academies that are quite famous in the capital are not exempt from vulgarity.

They value chalk and blackboard more than quills.

After all, it is a place for preaching and solving doubts, and I instantly realized the wonderful use of two things.

In addition, in recent days, the current Emperor Hongzhi has implemented the method of "Chinese Pinyin Alphabet", and the talented people in the academy have sensitively thought of the means of teaching with blackboard chalk.

Therefore, the entrance of the stationery store is always crowded with people coming and going.

Today, Du Shen also came to the door of the store, and Zhao Xiu came with him, as for Xu Pengju's foolish goods, he had been sent to the private school to copy the sage book.

If he still had three apprentices, Du Shen suspected that with Xu Pengju's disdainful expression, coupled with his foul words full of poor dicks, he would provoke the anger of the public and be beaten into a dog.

"I didn't expect that Shizun's shop business was so prosperous, and if His Majesty knew about it, he would definitely praise it."

It was Zhao Xiu who spoke, he followed behind Du Shen, looking at the scholars who came and went, and admired him sincerely.

Du Shen replied with a smile: "That's the case, but the things in the store are probably about to be sold out, and I have to urge those craftsmen when I go back." ”

The master and apprentice walked into the store with a smile and a smile, and the teachers and students were warm and envious.

When the scholar in the store saw the master and apprentice appear, he didn't know who shouted, "Mr. Du is here." The crowd gave way.

These scholars all knew that the owner of the shop was said to be a very good teacher, so they were all curious.

"The student has seen the sir."

"Sir, he's been doing well lately."

……

Du Shen greeted them one by one with a smile, he often appeared in the store in the past two days, but it was easy to be recognized.

At this time, a person walked out of the store and said respectfully, "Sir, you are here." ”

This person was dressed in blue clothes, dressed as a shopkeeper, and his expression was quite shrewd.

Since the stationery store became popular, Du Shen had no intention of continuing to sit in the store, so the eldest apprentice Zhang Hao found a literate housekeeper from the house to come over the business.

Du Shen also bowed his hand to the other party and said politely: "The store is estimated to be busy recently, and the shopkeeper has bothered." ”

How dare the shopkeeper take credit, this is the master of the little grandfather, and quickly humbly said that this is all within the division.

Then, the shopkeeper saluted Zhao Xiu again, he knew Zhao Xiu's identity, but he didn't say it, only called Zhao Gongzi.

This way.

As soon as Du Shen and Zhao Xiu arrived at the store, their buttocks were not hot, and there was a commotion outside the cold store.

"Someone from Guishan Academy is here, please go out and see the shopkeeper."

The words reveal arrogance and rebelliousness.

Du Shen looked strange.

Kameyama Academy?

How can you meet these people everywhere, and it seems that the people who come are not good......

Thinking of this, Du Shen greeted and walked out with Zhao Xiu.

There were seven or eight men standing outside the door, dressed in the same rushan cedar, who were from Guishan Academy.

After seeing their leader clearly, Du Shen was even happier.

"Yo, it's an acquaintance!"

The leader is none other than Mr. Song, who had a holiday with Du Shen before.

Mr. Song was also stunned, "Why are you!" ”

The face that was fooled by this fight a few days ago was dull, but today I met it again.

It's too much of a coincidence!

Mr. Song's face was cloudy, but he saw that Du Shen was not followed by the little grandfather Zhang Hao, and only brought a strange boy, and his heart was a little settled.

Then he thought about the purpose of his coming today, and his face turned cold again.

Du Shen sneered and arched his hand, and said insincerely: "Looking at Mr.'s ruddy complexion, the injury on his head must have almost healed." ”

He was referring to the stone that Zhang Hao threw a few days ago.

It's okay not to mention this, but when Mr. Song mentioned it, he was very angry, and called him by his name: "Du Shen, don't go too far, I'm here to do business with the shopkeeper this time, you'd better not make a mistake." ”

Du Shen: "Hehe......"

Mr. Song's face darkened and said, "What do you mean by this?" ”

Why?

Du Shen's eyes were even more weird: "Coincidentally, I opened this store." ”

"What?" Mr. Song was stunned, and his first reaction was not to believe it, but seeing that Du Shen didn't look like he was lying, he became entangled.

This time, he has a mission to do, Guishan Academy has been walking very close to a big man in the capital these days, so he has a lot of ground, and after knowing the chalk and other things in this store, he directly asked him to "buy" the formula.

Of course, when it comes to buying, it is not necessarily how much sincerity there is.

However, what he didn't expect was that the shopkeeper turned out to be Du Shen's thorn, and Mr. Song had a headache for a while.

But that's fine, it's just a shame.

Thinking of this, Mr. Song simply stopped being hypocritical, and said directly: "Since you are the shopkeeper, well, I have taken a fancy to the production method of chalk and quill in your hand, and I am willing to pay a thousand taels of silver to buy it, you are a smart person, you should know that these two things are not something you can keep." ”

When Du Shen heard this, he hehe, "A thousand taels of silver? Kameyama Academy is really rich, but unfortunately, I don't sell it, and I won't sell the things in my store to you Kameyama Academy from now on. ”

Whether it's chalk or quill, it's all very important, how can you sell the production method.

Besides, even if he wanted to sell, he wouldn't dare!

Today, the saint is a human shareholder, and he has sold all the production methods, so what does Emperor Hongzhi think?

Doesn't that prove that Du Shen is incompetent!

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible.

Thinking of this, Du Shen was unceremonious, drove people directly, and said, "You are not welcome here, please leave!" ”

Mr. Song was annoyed, came to Du Shen's side, and threatened in a low voice: "Don't be embarrassed, I'll put my words here today, you have to sell the production method, and you have to sell it if you don't sell it." ”

Du Shen said disdainfully: "What a big breath, I'm afraid I ate dung!" ”

Mr. Song laughed angrily: "You... You just don't give face..."

Du Shen stretched out his middle finger and said with a sneer: "What kind of thing are you, why should I give you face!" ”

The middle finger points to the sky, and everyone can see the meaning of contempt.

It's too much of a deception!

Du Shen'an dares to insult me!

It was a new hatred and an old hatred, where could Mr. Song still hold back, his fists were clenched, he looked at each other angrily, and without hesitation, he raised his fist and smashed it at Du Shen.

Yo he!

Dare to do it?

Du Shen stepped back and shouted: "Disciple, go on!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Xiu blocked in front of Du Shen, laughed cruelly, and then struck Mr. Song on the forehead with his fist.

"A dog thing that doesn't have long eyes, he dares to do something to my master, it's just looking for death!"

God is pitiful, Zhao Xiu has been determined to be a ranger since he was a child, and he has never let go of his martial arts on weekdays, otherwise he will be among the top scourges in the capital, and Mr. Song is a poor scholar when he dies, and his skills are better than him.

Hearing only a bang, Mr. Song only felt his head shake, and the scene in front of him immediately turned upside down.

On his forehead, a large bag bulged.