Bai He was inexplicably surprised, Uncle Shen's crying was a cry!

"Uncle, you go shopping every day, walk your dog and tease the little maid, and you live a good life, but you don't know how bitter the people in the house are...... Let's go it, let's ...... it."

In Uncle Shen's mouth, Baihe is like an unscrupulous leader who "I move my mouth, you break your legs".

Now that the second lady is in retreat, several stewards are like a father waiting for the birth of a child around the embroidery building, and they can't spare manpower at all. Finally, he caught two side family heads to take care of it as if he was catching a strong man, but Lan Kwai Fong's business was so big that they couldn't take care of it at all, and they didn't know how much potential benefits they had lost.

"After breaking your leg, you still have such leisure to chase books here? I'm afraid it's a matter of counting the money and breaking the hand, right? Bai He thought very maliciously.

Although he is a hands-off shopkeeper, he is not completely unfamiliar with Lan Kwai Fong, and when he sneaks over from shopping, he will ask a few questions, such as the work that Meng Dashen did before, he likes to listen to it when he has time.

After the major liquor industries in Jinling City were wiped out, the initial blowout state has become a thing of the past, and the "offline line" outside the city has not developed for the time being.

After deducting taxes, costs and other messes, it is pointed out that the net profit is also three to four percent, a typical daily income, worthy of the name of the first floor of Jinling.

And the profit is divided into the Lin Mansion...... Well, this White River really hasn't been counted.

This is clearly the annoyance of happiness!

Bai He sighed and said very sympathetically: "Uncle Shen, although I heard you say that it is very bitter, I am also very sympathetic...... But why do I always feel like you're laughing? ”

"Is there one?" Uncle Shen said that the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled up.

"Look at ......"

"Well, there is indeed a little bit of ......" Uncle Shen grinned, suddenly came back to his senses, and turned his face blank: "No, uncle!" I'm talking to you about this publication now, don't get away from it! ”

"Don't worry, this time I'm really just writing and playing, and I don't want to do publishing. This contract was repeatedly requested by Mr. Gao, and I had no choice but to agree. I'll write some books for him to print and publish, and I don't care about the rest. Bai He laughed.

"Really?"

"Seriously."

"Not fake?"

"Or do I swear?"

"Then you don't have to ......"

After getting Baihe's assurance, Uncle Shen finally breathed a sigh of relief, but somehow, he faintly felt a little painful, and thought: Uncle, if you do this business...... It doesn't seem to hurt either? Well, the idea is too dangerous, hurry up and stop!

You said that this uncle is really, obviously talented, but determined to be a lazy person, what kind of person is this? I'm eighteen years old, so why don't you take it seriously and help make up for the expenses in the house!

You're afraid you don't know, right? Mrs. felt sorry for the second lady, and she didn't have any moderation when she bought the elixir, and the 200,000 vehicles sent by Lan Kwai Fong a few days ago were almost gone...... Well, those 200,000 taels are already very helpful, and they are a big supplement!

In the midst of broken thoughts, he finally sent away the second housekeeper, and then Bai He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: the orphans and widows of the Lin family have supported them for so many years, and this old housekeeper has also contributed a lot. It's not easy to work for this home!

……

Jinling has a lot of nightlife, but it doesn't include bookstores.

On the Qinhuai River, the sheng song is rising, and the old pen is already full of birds.

On the third floor, Mr. Gao was holding the "Anti-theft Technology" and how to make pencils sent by Shirakawa, and was looking at the bright lights.

He watched it all night, no less than ten times, but he was still reluctant to put it down.

"Tsk, oops!"

Suddenly sighed, Mr. Gao's old hand that had held the pen all his life couldn't help but tremble a little: "You said this Mr. Bai, how did his brain grow?" This night is clear...... It's not easy! ”

The evening pen is indeed not simple - after all, it was crossed by the world more than a thousand years later, and it can be simple to have a ghost!

Mr. Gao's personality can be well reflected in his son's name: noble.

He is a noble person, he is a person with ideals, he has been reading in the early stage, teaching in the middle of his life, selling books in the later stage, and he is inseparable from books from the inside out, his ideal is to make the world can read books, and make unremitting efforts for this. So he resigned as a professor and started an old pen shop.

The reason why one book was sold for a high price of hundreds of taels was because he knew better than anyone else: the real aspiring reader would not buy this kind of book for recreation, but the person who would come to buy the book was not short of money at all. As for those who are poor in money and have aspirations...... Oh, there are all kinds of poetry and books for sale in the small shop, and there is never a shortage of real questions for the imperial examination, the price is close to the people, and the children are not bullied.

Now as soon as he sees the production method of the evening pen, Mr. Gao knows that he is one step closer to his ideal. Others may despise the difficulty of the late Qing pen, but he will not. A person who has dealt with pen, ink, paper and inkstone all his life, and thinks of the dense manuscript written on the paper, he naturally knows how heavy this pen is.

Cheap, convenient and paper-saving! With these three points, this night is enough to occupy a place in the four treasures of the study, passed down through the ages, if it is promoted, how many poor scholars will be ecstatic?

So from this and there, how high is the character of Mr. Bai, who donated this pen for free?

"And this...... Copyright? Although this anti-piracy method is a little utilitarian, it is understandable......"

"Mr. Xiangbai used to be very unbearable, but now he is soaring...... It seems that the second lady's palm was really not in vain! If there is really a saying of cultivating immortals in the world, then Mr. Bai now, I'm afraid that he has already crossed the catastrophe of flying immortals, right? ”

was sighing, and turned his head to look at Gao Laosan, who was sitting next to him holding a scroll and staring at it, Mr. Gao suddenly became angry: "You!! Learn from Mr. Bai, you are eighteen years old and you are eighteen years old, but what do you see what everyone has done, what have you done yourself? ”

Mr. Gao is a sage outside, but when he goes home, he is a strict father, Gao Laosan was tragically shot, startled, and quickly buckled up the painting book hidden in the "Analects" in his hand, and muttered a little disappreccantly: "Didn't you just write this book, or I revised it for him......

"Dare to talk back!"

Mr. Gao was heartbroken, and suddenly slapped the table hard, "I know how to read, read, and read all day long, haven't you read enough books?" I've memorized all the books in the old pen room, but what about the result? Mr. Bai writes books after reading, and you only get in and out of reading, and if you have the ability, you also have a noble pen and noble paper......"