"Old proprietor Zhao, can you let go of your hand first?" Zheng Guofan felt ridiculous, "Xiaoqian is a female ghost, what do you mean by being written to death by me?" ”

As soon as he talked about this, Zhao Cangjing was first surprised, by the way, why did I forget this stubble?

However, the old gentleman was too involved in reading, and at this time, he was a dead duck with a hard mouth anyway, and refused to change his words, "It's always bad for you to write like this, it's not the number of people who read." ”

Zheng Guofan smiled slightly, and his eyes inevitably carried a hint of sarcasm, "What does the old gentleman mean that I should write Xiaoqian's death and not be overborn?" Oh! I forgot, the old gentleman is also a scholar, this scholar! Who doesn't want to be named in the gold list, red sleeves add fragrance to study at night, as for others who can't be born, and the reader is half of Yongle Tongbao has no relationship, too, every righteous slaughter dog, the negative heart is mostly a reader. However, sir, the scholar I wrote in my book is poor and poor, but he has bones, which is different from most people in the world......"

At this point, he paused, a smile on his lips, a slight brow raised, and a facial expression that constituted an indescribable mockery and disdain.

As soon as he said this, he was vicious, he simply scolded all the people in the world, and he slaughtered the dogs every time, and most of the negative people were scholars.

Therefore, this sentence has become the tongue of Zheng Guofan, who became famous as a young man.

As soon as he said this, Zhao Cangjing listened, his face turned blue and pale, and his body trembled slightly because of excitement, which startled Zhao Fushen next to him, "Uncle, uncle......"

The old gentleman was silent, sweating profusely, for a long time, let go of the hand holding Zheng Guofan's clothes, with an indescribable sense of shame on his face, he took two steps back, bowed his hand, and said: "Thank you Xiao Xianggong, a word to wake up the dreamer, although the old man claims to be a scholar, but more than 20 years of businessman's career, Jinzhu and goods have long blocked the ears, eyes and souls, think about what the little Xianggong said, the gentleman loves money and takes it in the right way, but the old man is patronizing money and forgetting the famous and religious avenue......"

When he said this, he raised his head slightly, "The old man is really ashamed, he has regarded the pearl and jade in the book as rubble, and has been reading in vain for decades. As he spoke, he raised his hands above his head and bowed deeply to the end.

This gift is heavy, a fifty-year-old gentleman, a thirteen-year-old hairy head, how dare Zheng Guofan accept it, hurriedly dragged him with both hands, "Why did the old proprietor Zhao say this, it was the kid who said Meng Lang, please hurry up and torture the younger generation." ”

The two of them tugged for a while, but this pull was caused by politeness, and Shan Chixia next to him also felt that the old proprietor Zhao was a handful older, and it was a little inappropriate to give such a big gift to Zheng Guofan. If it were a change for the people of later generations, it is estimated that he would have to shout arrogantly [kneel down and sing conquest for me], but Zheng Guofan would never let this old Mr. Zhao Cangjing kneel down and sing conquest, and he will die young! Others will scold you to death if they see it.

Therefore, Shan Chixia stretched out her hand from the side and also grabbed the old proprietor Zhao, "The old proprietor is serious, how can my young master accept such a great gift from you, I can't help it." ”

He had the strength of a thousand catties in his arms, and with a slight pull, where could the old shopkeeper Zhao still bow down, his face was full of embarrassment, "This...... Decaying ...... Alas! Since Mr. Chixia said so, the old decay was embarrassed and ashamed. ”

Now that the words have been spoken, the misunderstanding has disappeared, and Zhao Cangjing has regained the calm of a bookshop owner, "Zheng Xiaoxianggong, the old man wants to take out your sentence and make a fat comment at the end of this book, so that the people who read this book understand the true meaning of writing this book, otherwise, there are so many words and words in the Ming Dynasty, but there is no such a miserable ending, and finally Xiaoqian wants to be reincarnated in that paragraph, don't hide it from Xiaoxianggong, it really earned me a handful of tears for an old man, and I didn't want anything at that time, I just want to reason with you. ”

As he spoke, he had a little apologetic look on his face, "According to the meaning of the old man, it is best to find a celebrity to comment, but in this case, I am afraid that this book will not be sold until a few days later, I don't know when the little minister will leave for the south?" ”

When Zheng Guofan heard this, he was secretly ashamed, and said in his heart What is my true intention in writing this book! I just want to write a book that is different, a book that makes people's eyes shine, so that I can sell it to support my family and support my father, I want to write a normal number of fallen sons in distress, the rich lady gives a bonus back garden, where can I sell it for a high price of three hundred taels of silver! At most, as the old proprietor Zhao said, five taels of silver to moisten the pen.

However, he can't say this, as soon as he says it, it's over, this is the biggest secret of the entire writing world, just like the idle egg pain of later generations to analyze the novel, has to involve and diverge countless so-called hidden pens, hidden meanings, thinking that the author is expounding something, in fact, it is all self-inflicted.

Therefore, he was quite embarrassed, his face was flushed, "The kid is really ashamed, how dare he be so praised by the old gentleman, as for the old gentleman wants to make a fat batch edition, I am in favor, the old gentleman has been publishing for decades, how to make this book sell better, the truth in this must be clearer than the kid, where there is a kid to interject, just according to the old gentleman's thoughts." ”

Zhao Cangjing nodded, and arched his hand again, "I'm ashamed, in this case, I'll go back first." After he finished speaking, he hurriedly left, one was busy trying to find a famous literati to comment, and the other was also a little embarrassed, being squeezed by others' righteous words, but he had to admit that he was wrong, he was a little older, and he was not yet thirteen years old.

Seeing his uncle go away in a panic, he felt like he was holding his head and running around, Zhao Shenfu, the nephew of the old proprietor of Zhao, had no choice but to smile bitterly and shook his head, then turned to Zheng Guofan and said: "Little Xianggong, after the matter of this book is over, let's settle the rest of the silver!" ”

As he spoke, he turned and pointed to the corner of the courtyard, "Is the little minister satisfied with this horse?" ”

Zheng Guofan was pulled by the old proprietor Zhao just now, and he didn't notice that there was an extra horse in the corner of his yard, and he looked at Zhao Fushen's finger, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The animal that was considered the most noble by later generations was standing in the corner of the courtyard at this moment, sensitively feeling Zheng Xiaoguan's gaze, and his meek big eyes looked at Zheng Guofan, shook his head, and made a soft snort.

Zheng Xiaoguan walked over quickly, and when he came to the front, he compared the shoulder height of the horse to his shoulder, at this time Zheng Guofan was only thirteen years old, and his height was about one meter six or less, that is to say, this horse can be regarded as a tourist horse from the point of view of later generations, and the horse breed in the East is generally not high, and this horse can only be regarded as medium, but the body is very beautiful, and the coat color is good, Zhao Fushen estimated that because of Zheng Guofan's celebrity style, he subconsciously picked a white horse for him.

He was very happy to see this horse, and Shan Sinan was also excited next to him, "Young master, young master, look, it turned its head to look at me!" It's beautiful. ”

Zhao Fushen walked over and said with a smile: "This is a four-year-old horse, I finally found it from a familiar horse dealer. ”

seemed to understand that Zhao Fushen was talking about himself, the horse snorted, shook his head, and the mane on his neck was flying, it was really beautiful, and Zheng Guofan liked it almost at first sight.

What a white dragon horse, with this horse, brother, I am not a prince but also an elder Tang.

He couldn't help but reach out and caress the horse's back.

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