"Sister, are you okay?" After the young man in Chinese clothes finished asking, he still lifted the curtain of the car uneasily, until he saw that his sister only had a little skin on her forehead, and then he was relieved, but in his heart he blamed the maid in the car, "It's fuss again!" ”

In fact, the girl's forehead still shed a few drops of blood when she hit the carriage, but it was not difficult to stop the bleeding, and the yarn that was stained with a few drops of blood had also been replaced at this moment, so it was not a big deal for the younger brother to see her.

"Pei Yuanqing! Have you forgotten your father's words? Dare to make trouble in the capital. There will be another time, see if I don't send you back to your hometown. The girl in the car did not answer his question, but gave him a warning by name, and it was evident that the younger brother had never let her worry; But looking at her brother's concerned face, she was also a little soft-hearted.

"Sister, I also know that there are many rules in the capital, and my father told me not to ride a horse in the capital, but there was still a problem with the horse, and I should have chosen a mare to set the car a long time ago! I was in a panic just now and almost clashed with someone, but I also heard Qingquan say that my sister was bleeding, and Yanqing will definitely be more restrained in the future. However, the old boy just now was also a stubborn donkey. Pei Yuanqing smiled, his handsome face was full of sunshine, which made the little maid in the car feel like a deer for a while, but ignored him to put the responsibility on himself.

The convoy continued to move towards Pei's mansion as if there had never been a traffic accident.

Pei Yuyan, the girl in the car, finally stopped the bleeding from the forehead wound with the help of the maid Qingquan, and couldn't help but think of the fat man who had just escaped under the iron hooves of the crazy horse, and suddenly felt as if he had seen this man somewhere, but his back was so depressed, and his clothes were stained with a lot of muddy water.

"Little lady, on the night of Shangyuan this year, the Eastern Capital must be very lively." Qingquan felt that the car was really a little dull, and said without words.

"It's hilarious, what does it have to do with me, do you think I can still go out like this?" Pei Yuyan thought about her forehead, and couldn't help but feel sad and sad, and when she touched the injury, she couldn't help but let out an "ouch".

When the fat man returned home, Xiao Jiu and the others had already dug up the yellow mud, and the fat man naturally improved the refining of sugar according to the experimental steps, and then locked himself in the house and drew a "insinuation" design drawing, he didn't want to continue to be the meat on someone's chopping board next time he encountered danger.

A philosopher once said, "One cannot step into the same river twice, because neither the river nor the person is different." ”

Three days later, the fat man appeared in the temple when he was a little haggard, just after the New Year back to work there are not many people, coincidentally Yun Dingxing is also there, this goods have recently been a little proud, even climbed up to Yuwenshu, the two do not know what considerations, actually cut off the head of the chicken and drink rice wine to become a worship brother.

The fat man couldn't understand Yun Dingxing, and naturally he couldn't understand Yuwenshu, a Xianbei person, who had close contact with him either became his brother or his godson, and in Confucian culture, accepting a righteous son and worshipping his righteous father is not tolerated by tradition.

There was no one else in the room, and even the bigots who would be the temple did not have a good habit of working during the New Year's Festival, so on the first day of work this new year, in the afternoon of the unnutritious chat between the fat man and Yun Dingxing, the fat man seemed to have nothing to do, so he skipped work as a matter of course.

"Master Wang, let's go to the newly opened Yao Ji bookstore in Dingxiu Wen." After the fat man got into the carriage, he gave instructions to the coachman Lao Wang while changing his clothes.

"Gotcha." The old king answered, and the carriage drove forward.

"Those books are too simple, either Buddhist scriptures or Confucianism, and now there are not as many people who buy books as they buy newspapers to read." Xiao Jiu shook his head, he really couldn't think of what books the fat man would buy there, but Yao Ji's boss's respect for the fat man was something Xiao Jiu liked to see.

"There are still few publishing houses now, and the cost is too high, which determines that we can't print idle books. If there are more publishing houses in the capital, you will be able to see agricultural books, history books, novels, and so on. When the fat man talked about novels, he couldn't help but think, yes, maybe it's time for me to write pirated novels, and if I can't make a fortune from novels, wouldn't I have invented the printing press in vain.

Thinking of writing novels, the fat man has another headache, and it is impossible to have a market for the kind of YY novels he is familiar with in online games and repairs, but it seems inappropriate to write the four famous novels or "Golden Vase Plum" or something like that. "Journey to the West" and "Water Margin" are both stories after the Sui Dynasty, "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" involves history, and the text of "Golden Vase Plum" is not too clean, can I only pirate "Dream of Red Mansions"?

I think about the "Publication Law" formulated by myself when I first issued the newspaper, in addition to the "Copyright Regulations" that have some benefits for myself, it seems that the other content is to dig a hole for myself, I heard that Yang Guang revealed to Yang Er that he wanted to set up a department of the "Publishing Administration", and I don't know if it is true or false, if such a department is really established, the few steps of the novel in his mind will be useless.

"Sir, it's time to repair the text." Lao Wang reported, and the carriage slowed down.

The fat man waited for the carriage to stop, then got out of the carriage and walked into the bookstore with Xiao Jiu.

"Yo, Mr. Su is here, Mr. Su, please go upstairs." The young man still remembers the fat man, not only because he had enough consumption last time, but also because he, a small person who sells publications, knows that the abbustor of printing is the Mr. Su in front of him.

"Is the newspaper here today? Get a newspaper first. Xiao Jiu saw Su You go up the stairs, and hurriedly asked the guy for a newspaper, as usual.

"Isn't this Dongdu news made up by your husband? Does he still read the newspaper daily? The guy asked Xiao Jiu with great interest, he really couldn't understand this.

"It's not true that our husband made it up, haven't you seen the editor above and a few other people? Besides, aren't you happy that we're in your business? The old rule, we will settle the bill together later. Xiao Jiu chased upstairs with the newspaper.

As in the hall on the first floor, there were not many people upstairs, and there were seven or eight masters or servants standing or sitting in the large study, and the shopkeeper was usually a bookworm who hid in the counter as if no one was there, as if he were also a bookworm who had come here to buy books.

"Ah, Mr. Su, are you here?" It wasn't until the fat man chose the basic book to check out that he found out that the fat man had come to his bookstore at some point, in fact, the fat man had been in for half an hour, after all, he had started to choose the book after reading the newspaper.

"Brother Wen Guang, don't come to harm." The fat man arched his hand, or called him more affectionately, the shopkeeper's surname Yao Mingsi Zi Wenguang, Bashu people, after the emperor opened the eighteenth year of the imperial examination in Beijing to no avail, he became a Beijing drifter who made a living by copying books, and later served as a young man in the bookstore, and came to Luoyang from Chang'an, until he met Yang Er, and his fate finally took a turn.

At that time, Yang Er was about to develop his business empire, and he became one of the earliest accountants in Dongdu Qianzhuang, so he was still a student of the fat man. Yang Er saw that he was doing a good job, so he sponsored a sum of money to make him his own boss and opened this bookstore, and the fat man was a little envious of him.

After all, as soon as he entered the Hou Gate, the fat man was now like a parasitic man, and the result of breaking away from the host was probably only death, and more importantly, Yang Er refused to let him leave, so he could only follow Yang Er's path to the dark.

"Mr. Su, the Mobao you talked about last time?" Yao Wenguang nodded, and remembered the fat man's answer, but last time due to Yang Er's summons, the fat man was too anxious.

"Okay, where are the four treasures of the study?" Seeing that there was no excuse, the fat man nodded and asked.

"The South China Sea Hengbo wants to write, let's go over and have a look." At this time, there were already more than a dozen people on the second floor who were either choosing or reading books, and after listening to the shouts of one person, they all walked towards the fat man's place.

"Is it the one who wrote 'will enter the wine'? It is said that Dongdu News Publishing House also has his "Chongyang Ascending Map", also known as "Eight Immortals in Drinking". Another said.

The fat man didn't know that he was so famous, and he didn't have much to say, so he nodded to everyone and said, "Then Su You is ugly!" ”