The old shopkeeper Zhao had a blunt knife on his face, and the skin on his face looked like he had been stabbed with a chrysanthemum, and said to Zheng Xiaoguan: "Little Xianggong, this price is really ...... It's really sky-high.,Although I'm small in this German art workshop.,I've also produced a lot of books.,For example, this "Spring Dream Trivia", "Xunfang Yaji", "Huaichun Li Collection", these books are five taels of silver to moisten the pen, and then say, the cost of engraving books is high! For example, this skilled carver is a master of silver, either a subordinate of the celebrant or a subordinate of the Metropolitan Procuratorate......"

Zheng Guofan took a sip of tea from the tea bowl, gently put the tea bowl down, and then said unhurriedly: "Old man, if I am not wrong, the engraving engraving is two pennies per word, right?" ”

What he means is that the cost of this engraving does not seem to be as expensive as your old gentleman said, and I also understand this market.

The old shopkeeper Zhao was red-faced, not embarrassed and ashamed, but not angry, "It's not calculated like this, it's not calculated like this, the county and county respect for a year is only forty taels of silver......

Zheng Guofan sneered and interrupted him, "I know that the old gentleman thinks that it is a blessing for the carvers to be able to get a few taels of silver a month, and they earn more than the county honor, but, old man, as far as I know, do the officials of the national dynasty only rely on money to get by?" ”

Mr. Zhao couldn't wait to scold Zheng Guofan's words loudly [nonsense, unreasonable], but at the moment, this person who is a big money owner and can earn him countless white flowers and silver, his lips trembled, and he said hoarsely: "The little minister knew five hundred years before and five hundred years later, and the old man can't argue with the little minister, but ...... The old decay really can't break the market, this is already a sky-high price, a sky-high price. ”

As for the sentence [500 years before knowing, 500 years later] is a cliché used by the gentlemen of the Three Kingdoms, it startled Zheng Guofan, isn't he the 500 years after he knows, but, looking at the old gentleman's instigated appearance in front of him, he couldn't help but smile, the so-called prophecy is like this, casually blindfolded, someone with a heart heard it, thinking it was a heavenly machine, but in fact, it was not a fart.

"Mr. Zhao, business is not benevolent, why be angry!" He stretched out his hand, slowly broke Zhao Cangjing's fingers one by one, and took back the three pages of manuscript paper, "Xiaosheng still has homework, so I won't keep the old man." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to Shan Sinan who was standing at the door and said, "Big head, send off guests." ”

Shan Sinan next to him had already seen that the old man was not pleasing to the eye, the girl was a whoop, what an old man who had to puff his fingers after buttoning his asshole, what happened to the county lord forty taels a year, my young master said that he was going to enter the cabinet in the future, can he compare, can he compare.

"Old man, let's go!" He grabbed Zhao Cangjing's arm, dragged it and walked outside. The old shopkeeper Zhao was dragged by him and stumbled, turned back three times in one step, and shouted again and again: "Little Xianggong, it's really sky-high, it's sky-high!" ”

Although Shan Sinan is only eleven years old, he has been working hard since he was a child, Zhao Cangjing, a lower-class old literati who is over half a hundred years old, is really powerless, where can he drag him, he pushed and pulled, and sent out of the door, "Please go back." "After that, I will go and close the courtyard door.

Sticking one foot in the yard and refusing to move it, Zhao Cangjing shouted at the top of his voice: "Zheng Xiaoxianggong, I'll add another ten taels of silver, sixty taels, sixty taels!" ”

The two of them pushed and pulled at the door, and they alarmed Mr. Zhao's nephew Zhao Fushen, who was squatting at the mouth of the alley, he had only opened Meng, and he had to recognize the words. Therefore, when he came out with Mr. Zhao, he arrived at the mouth of Huaishu Hutong, and he stayed at the mouth of the Hutong and did not go in.

Seeing his uncle shouting inside, he pulled his legs and ran in, just in time for Shan Sinan to push Mr. Zhao out with both hands, and quickly walked over to support Zhao Cangjing, "Uncle, what's wrong?" ”

"Sven swept the floor, Sven swept the floor, I never thought that this little show was in the eye of money." Zhao Cangjing was so angry that he was panting, blowing his beard and glaring, and as he spoke, he complained to his nephew about the fact that he had been driven out to fifty taels, and finally stomped his feet with hatred, "Tell me, tell me, is it Sven sweeping the floor." ”

Zhao Fushen couldn't cry or laugh, he didn't know how to say his uncle, according to him, he was born as a reading seed, and the goods in his stomach were stronger than his own, and he even always felt that his uncle was unlucky when he didn't get into the fame, but it wasn't that he had no goods in his belly.

It's just that since you want to make money, where is the truth of not distinguishing between others, as the saying goes, [everyone, it's really good]. However, my uncle has always thought that his scholar finally put down the shelf and became a businessman, and the businessman should make money.

If this is put in the Hongwu period at the beginning of the dynasty, it must be true, but what age is it now? Who doesn't know that silver is a good thing, where is the reason that only merchants make money.

The so-called dog biting people is not gossip, people biting dogs is gossip, and what he hears in his ears is who is a slave and a big bully, and whose daughter-in-law steals people.

After a long time, he vaguely felt that the so-called rules were all ignorant of the so-called, most of those slaves who bullied the masters, most of them were masters who ate meat, and they didn't even give the slaves a sip of soup and water. I just hate that I haven't studied for a few years, and I don't know how to describe it.

At the moment, he feels that his uncle is simply an old instigation, since the book is good, he is determined to be able to sell it, and if the fifty-two people don't sell it, then one hundred taels, one hundred taels can't knock him down, then two hundred taels, two hundred taels can't be smashed, then three hundred taels......

Thinking of this, he looked at Zhao Cangjing, who was still boasting about his beard and glaring, suddenly let go of his hand, walked to the door of Zheng's courtyard in two steps, and shouted inside: "Zheng Xiaoxianggong, we have three hundred taels from the Deyi Workshop, and we can use it as a basis." ”

His voice, not to mention Zheng Guofan inside, the neighbors of Huaishu Hutong were alarmed, and several old people put down the linen spun from the soles of their shoes, and walked to the door of their homes to look at the Zheng family.

When Zhao Cangjing heard three hundred taels, his heart almost burst out of his throat, his eyes suddenly widened, and he grabbed his nephew, "Stinky boy, you are crazy!" Aren't you distressed that this is a cub selling Yetian? It's not a ...... thing that doesn't belong to people," he said, and slapped Zhao Fushen on the neck of his head. Zhao Fushen was beaten by his own uncle, and he didn't resist, wiped the back of his head, and smiled, "Uncle, let's print a version, at least seven or eight times the profit, even if you take out three hundred taels, then there will be a lot of profit!" Besides, you make so much money, then it's not all mine in the end, and when you kick your legs, you can't take anything away, and I have to carry the banner and the coffin! ”

"You...... You, you, you ......" Zhao Cangjing raised his fingers, trembling and pointing at his nephew, eager to learn the posture of Uncle Liu Huang in the Three Kingdoms, [Duh!] Improper Son of Man]

Before he came out, he heard the door creak, the door bolt had been in the recess for a long time, damp and tight, the sound was like an old cat grinding its claws on the glazed tiles, which made people listen to the sour teeth, and then, a burst of laughter, "Mr. Zhao, your nephew has a broad vision and extraordinary bearing, the kid is not talented, make an assertion here, he is not a generation of wealthy businessmen and giants, maybe in another hundred and ten years, your descendants of the Zhao family will write a note to explain how their huge funds came from, well!" It's a good idea to say that the Nightdream God gives money. ”

Sure enough, the black-eyed beads couldn't see the silver of the white flowers, three hundred taels shouted out, Zheng Chengguan had to open the door obediently, and he had to beat around the bush to pat someone's ass, this night the dream god gave money, who didn't know that it was the allusion to Zhang Siwei's hometown when the first assistant of the dynasty, and naturally praised his old Zhao family for having such talents, and maybe there would be a pavilion old man in the future.

Three hundred taels is indeed a lot, although Zheng Guofan has the heart to go to the largest study in the dynasty Baowentang to see, if possible, it is best to talk about the issue of intellectual copyright in the Ming Dynasty, and by the way talk about the royalty system, so that those booksellers who drill money know that if you print my book, you will give me silver, but he also knows that this is undoubtedly a fool's dream, who would bird him a thirteen-year-old county school student?

What's more, Baowentang is a subordinate of the celebrant in the end, and no one can guarantee that the so-called shopkeeper is bullying customers, in case someone bullies others, can he still sue the celebrant yamen? is still a small bookstore, three hundred taels is indeed not young and old, just like Zhao Cangjing said, a county order is only forty taels a year.

Zhao Fushen said the truth, Zhao Cangjing didn't understand, but he has been a bookseller for more than 20 years, and he always feels that the rules are broken, and there is not such a high moisturizing pen in the world, but the nephew shouted and shouted, it is not good to regret it again, and it has ruined the reputation of Deyifang.

How about you go to school at the age of twelve, what about making Mulan at the age of thirteen, throwing out three hundred taels of silver, you don't have to open the door obediently.

This kind of psychology is actually a typical psychology of the entire business community in the Ming Dynasty, and the silver of the white flowers exerts his huge energy, and even some official eunuchs admit that doing business is also good karma, not a cheap stream.

Zheng Guofan really admired this young man in his early twenties, wearing a short shirt and a scarf, and was willing to pay three hundred taels of silver to buy a book, which must be the only one in the Ming Dynasty, and the proportion of these three hundred taels calculated by later generations was about equal to 100,000 yuan, but the exchange of ancient and modern coins, this topic itself is very nonsense. For example, in "Golden Vase Plum", Ximenqing went out to ride a white horse, worth seventy or eighty taels of silver, and at that time, going out to ride a horse was really equivalent to going out to drive a [BMW] in this world, and for example, Ximenqing hooked up with Han Daoguo's wife Wang Liu'er and bought her a house in the prosperous area of Lion Street [two storefronts, four floors in the end], how much did it cost? a hundred and twenty taels of silver.

From this point of view, the old shopkeeper Zhao shouted at a sky-high price of fifty taels of silver, and it was indeed not a random shout, as far as the small courtyard where the Zheng family currently lives, it is worth thirty taels at the top of the sky, and in fact, it may not be sold at that price.

He looked at Zhao Fushen very calmly and smiled, in Zhao Fushen's eyes, that is the style of a celebrity, he is only thirteen years old, and he can't stand up to his fame! In the past two days, on the streets of Daxing, the name Zheng Xiaoguan has been shouted to rot, and I am afraid that even those deep resentful women who do not leave the door have heard of it.

Zhao Fushen hurriedly stepped forward, like a scholar, bowed to the end and sang a fat promise, Zheng Guofan took two steps tightly, straightened his body, and then gave up half of his body to Zhao Cangjing, "Old proprietor Zhao." ”

I have to say that Zheng Guofan's skin is full of appearance, first-class handsome, his face is like Fu Fan, his eyes are like Langxing, his nose is like a hanging gall, and his lips are red and his teeth are white, standing there in a moon-white Confucian shirt, he doesn't need to speak, he is a famous man. He let this, Zhao Cangjing subconsciously bent over, people are Maocai, he has no merit, how dare he be?

However, he immediately thought that now he had paid three hundred taels of silver, didn't he hear that the title of this Zheng Xiaoguan has changed, Old Proprietor Zhao. At this moment, his heart was boiling, and the sad urging that he had not even mixed up with a child in the first thirty years of his life suddenly came to naught, raised his eyebrows, and entered the courtyard of the Zheng family again.

Seeing that his uncle walked with his chest and belly folded, and the front hem of his clothes was shorter than the back hem, Zhao Fushen smiled apologetically at Zheng Guofan, but he didn't dare to go in front of Zheng Xiaoxianggong, "Xiaoxianggong, please." ”

The two humbled and had a good impression of each other, and entered Zheng Guofan's dilapidated study, and everything was easy to discuss, and the old shopkeeper Zhao first drafted a contract.

As soon as this contract is said, the Ming Dynasty has been quite popular, for example, there is a paragraph in "Baolong Tuzhi Earning Contract Text", saying that Bao Gong tried the case and asked, the contract text is the same as two, only this one, how to make the contract text?

Therefore, the proposed contract is really a piece of cake for the old shopkeeper Zhao, and the two sides wrote down the book A Chinese Ghost Story for three hundred taels of silver in black and white, one for each person, and each of them drew a pledge.

Drying the ink on the paper, the old shopkeeper Zhao carefully folded the contract and put it in his arms, and asked Zheng Xiaoguan for the back, Zheng Guofan handed over all the manuscript papers, anyway, theoretically, the copyright of this book is already someone else's.

Zhao Cangjing didn't look at it, he stuffed it directly into his arms, turned his head and left, and Shan Sinan next to him was anxious, "Hey, hey, hey!" I haven't given any money yet. As a result, Zhao Cangjing glared at him, and was driven out by this little kid, of course, he wanted to report to the world, "Little brother, I have heard that a monk can't run the abbot, my German art workshop has been open for more than 20 years, but it is older than your young master, and it has an outstanding reputation." After speaking, he covered his chest, and he didn't have to be polite, and ran away.

Zhao Fushen's face turned red, "Zheng Xiaoxianggong, my uncle, loves to read the most, and he is obsessed with this, it must be that Xiaoxianggong's writing is too good-looking, so he is so forgetful...... I'll send it to me later. ”