East Wall Library, West Garden Han Mo Lin.

Reciting poems and hearing about national politics, it is easy to see the heart of heaven.

Bit stealing and soup heavy, ennautical drunken deeply.

Slow song spring song, love exhausted for bosom friends.

——Zhang said, "Grace Gives Food to the Lizheng Hall Academy, Banquet Endows Lin Zi"

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Inside the scripture writing workshop, Wu Cailuan frowned, gesturing with difficulty and muttering to himself, trying to understand what Gao Yue, who was sitting opposite, just now.

"Yi Song, what do you mean...... You come to write a long scroll legend under your name, divide it, divide it in installments, print it in our scripture writing workshop with carving, and then sell it, and then write the scripture workshop and share the profit with your Taofen shed? ”

Gao Yue nodded, indicating that what the Cailuan Refiner said was right.

It turned out that Gao Yue left Liu De's room, Wei Cigong, and Wu Cailuan, He Moyun, and Ran Sanniang, the backbone of the scripture writing workshop, in this room, and told them the plan hidden in their hearts:

To tell you the truth, I, Gao Yue, started to roll last autumn, and in the entire Chang'an, whether it is a high-ranking official or a boudoir beauty, I am impressed, and my ability has already been notarized. But if you want to be truly developed, you have to face the people of Chang'an, even if it is a peddler and a pawn. Cailuan Refiner, didn't you say that I have a plan to make a fortune in my third year of high school, and I must tell you? In order to thank you for the long-term care and help of the scripture writing workshop, the third year of high school is willing to be rich and noble with everyone, but now there is an official position in Jixian orthography, and it is inconvenient to write directly, so I want to put my name on it. ”

"Name?" Wu Cailuan and others still don't quite understand.

"It's just using a fake name." Liu Demu explained.

Wu Cailuan and others don't quite understand, Gao Yue is now a dignified scholar and a Daming Palace, and any article he writes is a good opportunity to become famous, so why hide it?

Gao Yue explained that using a fake name externally can make people confused, first, they can create with peace of mind, second, they can avoid trouble, and third, they can also allow you to maintain a "patent" (this Cailuan is even more difficult to understand) - especially now that I have an official body, I can't do business directly, so I have to pretend to be the hand of a Cailuan refiner.

"Then what is Yisong's name?"

"We formed an alliance in Shaolingyuan, so it's called 'Shaoling Xiaoxiaosheng'.

Since then, I have published it quarterly in Cailuan Refiners, and the refiners and you have carved it into carved zigzaps in the scripture writing workshop, and then printed it, decorated it into a book, and then sold it in a centralized manner. ”

"Where can I sell it? East City or West Market. ”

"East City, Wannian County." Gao Yue thought that this kind of business should first follow the "boutique strategy" and sell it on a small scale in the mansion of the East City, where the East City is located, is where the wealthy families of the public and the government live, and this group of people is more willing to spend money for the legendary publication (for them it is tantamount to some kind of luxury), and when the situation is formed, it is not too late to march to the West Market and Chang'an County, where the common merchants are concentrated.

"But this paper, pine ink, and engraving work all cost a lot of money!" He Moyun of the scripture writing workshop expressed concern.

Gao Yue also nodded, "This can only be a strategy that is slowly plotted, today I came to ventilate with everyone in advance, and the Cailuan refiner can start preparing the labor and the venue first." In your opinion, how much money do you need to achieve the goal you just mentioned? ”

Wu Cailuan and He Moyun, Ran Sanniang and other students leaned on their heads and summed up, and then said that at least a hundred times should be up.

"Hmm..... Since we just said that it is a quarterly issue, I will try to make it in July. ”

After speaking, Gao Yue was thoughtful in the discussion of everyone with doubts: Indeed, it is an anxious matter to join hands with the scripture writing workshop to engage in the publication of the Tang Dynasty, and the interests are in the long run: but now the various expenses of Taofen Shed are imminent, although the Taofen Shed has achieved brilliant results in the spring of this year, the cost is also huge, no less than three or four hundred times a year.

At this time, Gao Yue really realized that education is a money-burning business, and this cost can be solved by crowdfunding from shantytowns, and Guozijian secretly sends about a similar amount of subsidies every year, but at least three hundred yuan have to rely on their own ideas, and now they need a hundred yuan to prepare for the publication and sale of their own legendary texts - they must be ruined!

Thinking of this, Gao Yue mustered up his energy and determination, he stood up and stared at the words "high two-headed chicken egg eating place" on the confession, and the three erected chicken egg shells.

"Papapa" Gao Yue's three palms rose and fell like thunder, and they were all slapped into powder.

"Alas—alas—alas!" Wu Cailuan's heart was about to break.

But Gao Yue just said to Liu and Wei "go back to the five-frame room" and left, leaving only Wu Cailuan lying in front of the confession, touching and pinching the broken shells full of cases, and trying to restore them to their original appearance.

At the courtyard door of the five-frame room, Gao Yue stood there, and when he saw Yun Shao, who had been waiting for him, he was a little surprised: "Little lady......"

Shuangwen immediately tiptoed out, "Waiting for you in the main hall." Liu Deshu and Wei Cigong also hurriedly said, and then closed the inner courtyard door and retreated.

"Don't call me a little lady, just call me Ah Ni in the future." Yun Shao whispered, and then explained that he was in a hurry to take Lang Jun's green shirt yesterday, and he hadn't had time to measure the size of Guang Narrow, and he came to visit today for this matter.

Before Gao Yue could say thank you, Yun Shao bowed, then held the rope ruler and said, "Song Qing turned his back." ”

"Song, Songqing?" Gao Yue wondered, Yun Shao's title seems to be very intimate and subtle, she used to call me "Gao Langjun" and "Gao Sanlang" when she was happy, and called me "Gao Bachelor" when she was unhappy, but now she calls me Song Qing...... But before I could think about it, I just felt that the back waist was full of soft and elastic touch, "Oh! ”

It was Yun Shao's chest that was attached to Gao Yue's back, and a pair of lotus root-like wrists passed through Gao Yue's slightly raised armpits, holding a rope ruler to measure his waist!

This posture is almost like hugging herself - this little girl's sense of touch, although she is only sixteen years old, is too well developed......

At this time, Gao Yue could hear Yun Shao's slight gasp, and felt that the hot blood was surging to all parts of his body, and lowered his eyebrows to look......

"Me."

"Song Qing sit down." Yun Shao's next sentence came, she was about to measure Gao Yue's shoulders.

Gao Yue was silent, so he sat on the stone bench in the inner courtyard.

Yun Shao stared at the back of his head, a little surprised, looking at the back of Gao Yue's neck and shoulders, she felt for the first time that the man's shoulders were so broad, and she couldn't help but suddenly think about it, "Song Qing, don't move around." ”

"Say what?" Gao Yue writhed stiffly, and he was also very nervous.

"Don't move...... "Next, Yun Shao was completely messed up, although she had asked Shuangwen in detail for advice on how to measure her body, but now it was really, completely messed up.

About a moment later, Yun Shao's rope ruler in the inner courtyard strangled Gao Yue's right armpit, and then circled his neck three times, and then lifted Gao Yue's left shoulder and arm, and finally Gao Yue's left hand was pinched by Yun Shao's helpless little hand.

Yun Shao, who was in a mess, began to sweat.

And Gao Yue took the opportunity to rub the other party's crisp hand non-stop, closed his eyes, and felt that he had no regrets in this life.