Chai Lin held his overindulgent old waist, held a play book, and paced around in front of Fang Zhongyong, like a pendulum:

"Are you sure that this "The Legend of Zhen Huan" will be changed like this? I can't tell what's weird, but I still think it's weird, if you don't honestly state your intentions, I, the boss, can't be confused, so I sell this play book to the 'pillow grass' troupe that acts for the ladies in the palace all day long. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Fang Zhongyong looked at the work in front of him, "Looking for a Cartoonist", frowning and turning over the pages, dissatisfied with the rhythm, completely dissatisfied with the rhythm.

Seeing that Fang Zhongyong didn't answer, Chai Lin hurriedly picked up his clothes, sat down next to Fang Zhongyong, pushed the script of "The Legend of Zhen Huan" in front of Fang Zhongyong, snatched the sketch in Fang Zhongyong's hand again, and said to him:

"Say, do you have any other ideas for changing this "The Legend of Zhen Huan" to Ma Erya like this?"

Fang Zhongyong didn't really want to hide it from Chai Lin, but it was really hard to explain whether there was a suspicion of the same tragic palace fight in the harem of the official family, and it was even more difficult to explain how he learned that Renzong would have no son until his death for decades in the future, so he had to say selectively:

After this change, it will be closer to the situation of the harem of the Great Song Dynasty, so that the ladies will have a more sense of substitution. Besides—"

Speaking of this, Fang Zhongyong took the sketch in Chai Lin's hand again, and while flipping through it, he said: "Besides, the Great Song Dynasty has never been convicted in an introduction, and no matter how much the script alludes to the royal family, it will not be questioned for this, so I don't worry about this issue." ”

Chai Lin thought for a while, suddenly looked at Fang Zhongyong, and asked, "Sense of substitution?" What is that? A new term? ”

"It's the feeling of imagining yourself as the hero and heroine of a playbook." Fang Zhongyong explained.

Then, Fang Zhongyong flipped through those sketches again, pulled out some of them, compared them repeatedly, and sighed slightly.

"What, did it turn out unsatisfactory?" Chai Lin looked at the sketch in front of him and asked Fang Zhongyong.

Fang Zhongyong shook his head and said with a smile: "Not really." It's hard to see if you can finally compose the points needed for comics just by drawing with brush and rice paper, but if you can, you can recruit a group of people from them, and then slowly train in comics. ”

"Is a comic just a drawing made with a pen?" Chai Lin was slightly puzzled and asked:

"It's not difficult, let's let the contestants try it with pens, so let's first mass produce a batch of pens, I will negotiate with the boss of the craftsman, and then put it in various studies and Victoria's Secret Angel underwear workshops to sell it. The fountain pen was promoted first, so that it could be carried out step by step. ”

Fang Zhongyong thought for a while: "It's okay, in fact, a better tool for drawing comics is a pencil, also called charcoal.

However, for a simple promotion pen, the market response must be average, or a group of comic artists should be cultivated first, and then driven and promoted by their works. ”

Chai Lin now knows a lot of business words in Fang Zhongyong's mouth, and the two communicate without Ya pear.

……

Wang Anshi crouched in front of the table, writing letters to his sister and Chai Lin, Fang Zhongyong and others.

After writing a letter, he put it aside, waiting to dry, and when he wrote the letter to Fang Zhongyong, Wang Anshi suddenly stopped writing and looked at the moonlight outside the window.

"Brother Chai wrote last time that he wanted Uncle Fang and his family to enter Beijing together, and the time has been set, and when the time comes, my third brother and I will go to Beijing together, and they will take care of each other by the way.

As for what Brother Fang said before, about the fundamental problem of the circulation of copper coins, Yu Thief thinks there is some truth. However, as for Brother Fang's statement that the value of copper is higher than the value of copper coins, so that large households hoard copper coins and melt them into bronze objects without permission, there is no sufficient evidence, and it is difficult to conclusively conclude it.

In addition, Yu Shen thought that the arithmetic theory of the total amount of money in circulation mentioned by the other brother was very interesting and very interested......"

The moonlight was on Wang Anshi's back, and the thin figure was writing hard in front of the oil lamp.

……

To Xia Zhu's surprise, the official Zhao Zhen did not express any comfort for his experience.

On the contrary, he sent a kind of Shiheng over and parachuted directly into the air.

Xia Zhu, who had insufficient control over the Western Army, was not very at ease with the forbidden army around him, but if the official family did not increase his troops, what could he do for Xia Zhu.

This kind of Shiheng is also a ruthless character, and it is not so easy to deal with.

But pinning his safety on others, even if he is a bull, Xia Zhu feels a sense of anxiety that the situation is out of control.

After the completion of Qingjian City, the capture army and the iron harrier of Western Xia formed a team, and they came to make trouble every three or five times, but they were all deflated by the old species.

This old breed usually doesn't look at the forbidden army in his eyes, but only mixes with the Western army, eats brown rice with sand, and drinks wine in a bowl. It's said that he was also a civil official, so why didn't he pay attention to it at all?

Xia Zhu thought about it while unfolding Lu Yijian's letter.

Looking at it, Xia Zhu's head felt like it was getting bigger, bigger, and the big ones were about to fly the official hat on his head:

Under what circumstances should taxes be deducted based on the assets of officials? Let him transfer his assets quickly? The ancestral family law has always been to levy agricultural taxes and commercial taxes, so is it true that even scholars and officials have to collect taxes now?

Joke, where is my Da Song so short of money?

Someone must be doing something. Who is it?

Xia Zhu flipped through the first page of the letterhead in his hand and continued to look at the letter below.

Judging from the letter, even Lu Yijian failed to find out whose idea it was, but he had already formulated a bill from the household department, and asked the official family to personally mention Lu Yijian, so that he could take care of the implementation of this issue, this strength should not be underestimated.

But who? Since Fan Zhongyan doesn't seem to know, shouldn't he be a member of the Fan Party?

Could it be that the official family himself suddenly had a whimsy?

It shouldn't be, the official family was originally a benevolent son who did more than less, but now he is doing things, but how can people be incomprehensible?

said that he couldn't figure it out, and there was a faint shadow in Xia Zhu's heart, emerging from the depths of his heart......

This time, Fan Zhongyan presided over the verification of the officials' assets, so his assets in Beijing?

Lao Lu, Lao Lu, you just want this Lao Fan to do this offending work, but you didn't think that my Lao Xia is in the northwest, and I don't have time to go back and settle down and arrange my assets, this is a pit teammate, a proper pit teammate......

Thinking of this, Xia Zhu immediately jumped up from the chair like a spring, hurriedly walked to the table, hurriedly checked the side, and began to write letters to several stewards in Beijing.

……

Ma Erya made a big fuss about hairpin potatoes the next day, and fell ill, lying on the bed holding her stomach and humming for a long time before she found out that she had come to Kwai Shui. Touching his increasingly mellow twin peaks, Ma Erya felt the taste of growth swishing and fermenting in his green body.

Peeling off the bloody profane pants, Ma Erya was wasted, and the menstrual cloth was not prepared, how should this be?

I had to knock on the window and ask people to look for Yannon.

Because Wang Ziyue followed Xu Xizhen to study medicine, Fang Zhongyong was dragged to Yue Wenzhai by Chai Lin early in the morning.

At this time, when I heard Ma Erya call herself, she naturally ran over in a hurry.

After asking the reason, I couldn't help but smile dumbly, while letting Ma Erya wrap a few clean handkerchiefs first, and warm my legs in the quilt with my bare legs, while walking to my side to find some better menstrual cloths. (To be continued.) )