"What kind of wind is blowing Mrs. Xiao today?" Li Ang snorted, opened the folding fan, fanned it in a chic manner, and put it away with a smack before bowing to Xiao Luan.

Seeing his style, Xiao Luan couldn't help but smile, and then said, "It was Li Langjun's poetic style that attracted the slave family." ”

Li Ang knew that the person who paid 50 yuan to buy his poetry collection in Xipu County that day was Xiao Luan, no matter what her purpose was, but after all, she helped Li Ang support the scene.

Nowadays, in the entire Xipu County, who is not spreading the news that a book of Li Ang's poems sold for 50 yuan. With Xiao Luan paying money this time, Li Ang's book selling 50 times is no longer a joke, but has become a legend in people's mouths.

"Mrs. Xiao is a rare guest, please go and sit at home."

"Then the slave family will be disturbed."

The villagers in the printing workshop rarely saw Xiao Luan's graceful demeanor and fairy beauty, and they all talked about it for a while, and the words of "talented women" and "matching with Li Langjunzheng" came with the wind, and Li Ang and Xiao Luan both listened to it really.

Li Ang said embarrassedly: "The people in the village don't have much knowledge, so they love the short ones in the family, Xiao Niangzi is not strange, not strange." ”

It's good that he doesn't take this stubble, Xiao Luan could have pretended not to hear it, but his mention made Xiao Luan uncomfortable.

She replied with a slightly hot face: "It's the slave family who came too presumptuously and caused trouble to Li Langjun." ”

"Don't bother, don't bother, Mrs. Xiao, please come with me."

Xiao Luan followed Li Ang to the Hua family, and there were only three main houses with tiled roofs in front of him, and two low wings on the left and right sides, with small doors and small households. I couldn't even find a decent piece of furniture in the house.

"This is Li Langjun's home?" Xiao Luan couldn't believe it, Li Ang was now a person with a lot of money. I still live in such a humble place.

"The family is simple, and I neglect Mrs. Xiao."

Xiao Luan's dress. is like the eldest lady of a rich family, fresh and moving, her hands are not stained with spring water, and her embroidered shoes and socks are not clean. It is indeed incompatible with a simple courtyard like the Hua family.

"Li Langjun, don't get me wrong, the slave family just admires Li Langjun, rich but not extravagant, and content with nature, which is really heartbreaking."

"On wealth. I can't compare with Mrs. Xiao, Mrs. Xiao please. ”

Old man Hua took Xiaoqiu to a neighboring village to see a doctor, and there were only Aunt Hua who had inconvenient eyes and Hua Xiaomei, who was learning arithmetic;

Hearing the voice, Hua Xiaomei hurriedly greeted her, and saw Xiao Luan's hair combed and flying in a bun, with a red gold ruby butterfly hairpin, a pink half-sleeved cardigan, and a royal blue golden catkins floral dress. Under the cardigan, the beige embroidered cherub was half exposed with snow light, and the beautiful demeanor of everyone suddenly frightened Hua Xiaomei. I was a little overwhelmed when I gave the salute.

Xiao Luan was downright and generous, went up and took Hua Xiaomei's hand and said, "Sister, don't be polite, my sister came abruptly." My sister is not strange. ”

"This sister, you sit..."Hua Xiaomei finished speaking. Hurriedly ran to bring a stool and wiped it again.

Xiao Luan smiled: "Sister doesn't have to be like this. You are so polite, but my sister is embarrassed. ”

Li Ang patted her little head and smiled: "Look at you cowardly, Brother Ming'er still has to take you out to sell books, you can't practice your courage." ”

"Brother Li, I ......"

"Alright, go make some tea."

"Uh-huh!" Hua Xiaomei finally found her position and went to make tea.

Li Ang brought a stool and sat down, then looked at the radiant Xiao Luan, and exclaimed: "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. Mr. Li's "Qingping Tune" is used on Xiao Niangzi, which is very suitable, look at this girl in my family, I was so frightened by Xiao Niangzi's demeanor that I lost my soul. ”

Xiao Luan felt that he was like a picture of a lady in Li Ang's eyes, and he did not shy away from admiring it, Xiao Luan was his daughter's family in the end, and it was inevitable that there would be some Niuni.

"Li Langjun laughed, the slave family is like a willow, but he can't afford such a compliment." Xiao Luan really regretted not changing into men's clothes and coming back.

The two chatted for a while, and when Hua Xiaomei came up to make tea, Li Ang asked, "Xiao Niangzi came to the cold house, I don't know what to see?" ”

"The slave has just said that the slave was attracted by Li Langjun's gorgeous poems. In the eyes of the slave, Li Langjun's poems are comparable to those of Li Scholar, and even surpassed, the twenty poems included in the "Huanhuaxi Poetry Collection" are each of the best. ”

Xiao Luan's graceful posture and beautiful face make people dare not force their eyes, but such a stunning beauty highly admires Li Ang's poems, and if she changes someone else, she must inevitably be a little fluttering.

Li Ang laughed and said: "Xiao Niangzi misunderstood, these poems are all from the hands of Huanhuaxi monks, not written in Xia, at best he is just a smuggler of salt, how can he make such good poems, hahaha.........."

Xiao Luan said: "Li Langjun is a slave with poor qualifications and disdains to advise, right?" ”

"Believe it or not, I'm asking Miss Nangong to teach me the scriptures, I haven't even learned the basic scriptures thoroughly, how can I make such a poem. Forget it, no one believes me to be honest, haha, it seems that I'm telling a lie. ”

Xiao Luanyan smiled and said, "If you can call this Huanhuaxi monk out and let the slave meet, then the slave will believe you." ”

"Well, Huanhuaxi is like an idle crane and a wild crane, and his whereabouts are ethereal, and I don't know where he is now."

Xiao Luan couldn't help but glance at him, the graceful and gorgeous beauty with a bit of coquettishness was really moving, even Li Ang unconsciously looked away, not daring to force his gaze.

"Well, since you don't want to talk about poetry, let's talk about book sales. The slave fancy the books printed by the printing workshop in Shangxi Village, the books printed by your workshop in the past six months, the slave is all covered, and the deposit slave will give you an advance first, but what books to print, it has to be determined by the slave according to the market demand, in short, within half a year, you will not let your workshop be idle. ”

Xiao Luan had just seen the freshly printed books in the printing workshop, although the printing quality was not as good as the engraving prints on the market, but the handwriting was clear, and the quality of the paper and binding was even better, but the price of the same book was only three to four percent of the market, at most fifty percent.

There is a huge profit margin in this, even if it is only sold at 5 to 60% of the current market price, there is still 20% of the profit to be made.

What's more, for her, as long as she can tie Li Ang closer and closer, even if there is not much profit, it is worth doing.

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PS: I want to go to Chongzuo today to see a doctor and get medicine, and it is estimated that I will come back tomorrow, I wish everyone health!

(To be continued......)