This mud horse crossing the river Xiong Damu is also an idol for Zheng Guofan, just like a kung fu movie fan suddenly went back to the seventies to see Bruce Lee, a Dream of Red Mansions fan suddenly arrived in the Qianlong year of the Qing Dynasty and saw Cao Xueqin, of course, Zheng Chengguan is not a demented literary woman Yan Qingwei, seeing this old Mr. Xiong Damu Xiong, reason is also greater than excitement, to put it mildly, my book is better than yours, I can give you a look, it is already very face-giving to idols.

The so-called disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher, and the teacher does not have to be better than the disciple. Mr. Xiong is of course a pioneer in the world, but he is only a pioneer.

Therefore, he took a closer look at Mr. Xiong Damu Xiong twice, and handed over the notebook in his hand.

This Mr. Xiong is also a veteran, and when his in-law Mr. Yu was about to buy Zheng Qiangguan's book, he didn't interject, and when the obedient official turned his head and left, he opened his mouth, which can be regarded as an unspoken rule of the bookstore. So when he reached over and took the notebook, Mr. Yu's face suddenly changed, and he reached out to stop him first, "This little brother, twenty taels, how about twenty taels?" ”

It's really endless, Zheng Lingguan twitched his hand angrily, "No five hundred taels, don't open your mouth, Mr. Xiong, you ...... Do you want to watch it? ”

He was afraid that if this forerunner saw it, he would come to bargain slowly for fifty two hundred taels, so he simply set a price for himself first.

This price choked Mr. Yu's face red, and he opened his mouth, "Really...... ...... not the son of man"

This does not mean that he is ashamed, but the good official will never think that this old gentleman Yu is ashamed or not, so it can be concluded that this old gentleman means something else, scolding.

The literati scolded people and said that they were not the son of man, which meant that they were insulting and sweeping the floor.

The obedient official sneered, mud horse, aren't you also a Confucian shirt, you can make money with a black heart, I can't, whose truth is this, I really have to use the words of the big head to describe this strongest indignation: the reader is the most shameless.

In the end, he can enjoy a great name in history, Mr. Xiong smiled, quite cunning, "Little brother, the old man always has to see it to know if it is worth five hundred taels." ”

"Sir, I'll just say it!" The obedient official simply made his words clear, "This Nie Xiaoqian, I wrote it when I was in Shuntianfu, about 120,000 words, and it was sold to Deyifang for three hundred taels of silver, what about this white lady!" When I went south to Ningbo, I wrote on a sea boat, about 170,000 words...... "What he said is clearly marked with the price, and I have three taels of silver for 1,000 words, just this price."

Mr. Yu snorted and panted, and scolded the northern counterpart to the point of stink, and actually opened such a high price to destroy the market, and the old man cursed you for giving birth to a son is a eunuch.

"By the way, I will introduce myself, the late student Zheng Guofan, the word Fengzhang, and the teacher Mr. Shen Dunyu, is the first Jinshi of the second class of Xinweike in the fifth year of Longqing, and now he is serving as the county commander of Daxing County under the rule of Shuntianfu." He easily pulled Shen Bang Shen over to Master Shen, and saw that the faces of the two old gentlemen changed, and he was secretly a little proud, sure enough, this second-class top jinshi is quite scary to say, not to mention that the official rank of the county order in Jingxian County is also high, and the Tang system is on the fifth grade, although the Ming system has dropped a little, it is also the sixth grade.

As soon as he said this, it was obvious that he was telling these two old gentlemen that I, a disciple of the top Jinshi, was it worth five hundred taels to write a book?

Not to mention, the literati are really cheap in their bones, so they will eat him, the two old gentlemen looked at each other, and felt that although this little official was young, what he said was reasonable, carrying his teacher's name, going to Ningbo Mansion to ask the prefect to fight a dozen autumn winds, and he could also get two or three hundred taels!

If you calculate it this way, these five hundred taels are really not expensive.

Mr. Yu's anger disappeared immediately, who called other people's teachers to be from Jinshi, and he was only from Xiucai! Five hundred taels of silver to buy and engrave, it is also profitable, big deal, just take bamboo paper to print.

Regardless of any dynasty, if there are knockoffs, most people will not use genuine goods, after all, there are many price differences here. For example, in the book industry, in the early Ming Dynasty, it was thin cotton paper, and in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, in order to seek maximum benefits, the bookowners switched to cheaper bamboo paper, so that Xie Wulin scolded the bad booksellers in the notes, saying: The thin cotton paper was used in the early days of the country, and its color was super Yuan Pi Song, and since Cheng and Hong, it has gradually been simplified, and it is still said to be extremely ugly!

In the Ming Dynasty, there were hundreds of kinds of paper of various materials, but undoubtedly, bamboo paper was the cheapest, which was what Xie Wulin called [extremely ugly!] But the bookstore owner doesn't care about you, how cheap it is, how to make money!

He is a native of Jianyang, Fujian, and Fujian bamboo paper is the cheapest in the world.

The two old gentlemen's eyes intertwined with each other, and almost at the same time, they stretched out their hands, one and a half, and grabbed the book in the hand of the good official, "Five hundred taels, the old man wants it." ”

Hearing this, the good official breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, to say that he was not nervous, it was false, after all, the family was about to run out, otherwise why would he have to pull up Shen Zhixian who gave him a Fengzhang table to be a big banner!

"Two old gentlemen, one daughter does not marry the second husband, and this book has to be sold for one family......" The good official was not in a hurry, so he had the heart to ridicule and ridicule the two old gentlemen.

"Six hundred taels, Yuan Yi my brother, don't rob me." In the end, Xiong Damu won with inferior paper, and he was a big bookseller, and his mouth rose by one hundred taels, unlike Zhao Cangjing, the owner of Deyi Fang, who increased the price by ten taels and twenty taels.

"Brother Xian, your Zhongzhengtang is far away in Fujian, and there is only one branch here in Ningbo, so small, how can you do a good job in this book? Don't rob me. Mr. Yu Xuan blew his beard and glared, at this time, it doesn't matter if he is in-law or not, where is the silver in his in-laws!

"Seven hundred taels." Xiong Damu smiled and added another hundred taels, although he didn't see the content of the book, but he still has confidence in his in-laws' eyesight, decades of friendship, he knows this old brother very well, if it weren't for the book that could be sold, he wouldn't come out and grab it, "Yuan Yi my brother, although my Zhongzhengtang is only a branch in Ningbo, I am sure to engrave this book." ”

Mr. Yu Xuan only felt his heart beating faster and his head dizzy, you old thing, will you die if you add less money, Ningbo is not so cheap Fujian bamboo paper, and then add it like this, how can I make money.

He clutched the book in his hand tightly and refused to let go, his tone softened, faintly pleading, and said: "Brother Xian, the book written by the disciple of the second class top Jinshi must be extraordinary, and it must be exquisitely worked. I'm more familiar with the local celebrities, right? Right? Besides, you and I are both famous, how vulgar it is to talk about money!

The obedient official was stunned by the two old gentlemen, especially this old Mr. Yu, who is really the best! Why was it so good when you talked to me about money just now?

Mr. Xiong Damu was not moved by the pleading expression on his face, although I have been friends with you for decades, I am still a family, but in business, business is business, so he remained silent and slowly said to the obedient official: "Fengzhang, what do you think of eight hundred taels?" ”

Go on, go on! The good official can't wait for the two to continue to raise the price! It's not good, they can always make money, it's just a matter of making more money and making less money, and I make hard-earned money, not to mention how many brain cells die, write it down with a brush of hundreds of thousands, and my wrist will be broken.

"Xiongfu Town." Mr. Yu Xuan's face was pale and gray, and he roared, which frightened everyone in the store, and they all looked up, and saw an old man in a Confucian shirt and an old man in a Taoist robe blowing their beards and glaring at each other.

Old Mr. Yu shouted out Xiong Damu's name, and the obedient official even thought that the two old men were going to fight, but as a result, this old Mr. Yu was as hard as the steel knife made by Qi Shaobao in front, and in the next moment, it was as soft as the clear soup noodles that had just been fished out, and the orange peel on his face was full of laughter, "Damu, don't fight with me, just treat it as my daughter-in-law's own money, okay?" ”

Mr. Yu's daughter-in-law is naturally Mr. Xiong's daughter, he said so, what else can Xiong Damu do, sighed, and slowly let go of the hand holding the book. Mr. Yu was overjoyed, turned his face to the obedient official and said, "Little brother...... No, no, Fengzhang! Eight hundred taels, I bought it. ”

When he said this, his heart was dripping with blood! I knew that when I read the book, I directly gave a refreshing price of two or three hundred taels, looking at the appearance of Zheng Guofan who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, it was the young man who became famous, and he should not be able to pull down his face to fight the autumn breeze, so he wrote words and sold the book for money, and it is estimated that he can sell it if he throws two or three hundred taels.

It's called a regret in his heart.,When he looked at the book,,It's already concluded that this is a book that is destined to be popular.,It's almost certain to sell.,It's just out of the instinct of a businessman.,Naturally bargaining.,And at this time, although there are also famous people and even high-ranking officials.,It's not uncommon for champions to write words.,But most of the people who write words are low-level literati.,A few taels of silver are already very satisfied.,After so many years,Yu Xuan has been accustomed to treating these low-level literati who sell books in general. Five taels or ten taels is enough to knock down these poor sours.

Although he is wearing a Confucian shirt, he is already a businessman in his bones, and the Confucian shirt is just a concrete embodiment of his status.

The obedient official smiled, eight hundred taels, he was already very satisfied, after all, in the Ming Dynasty, it was impossible for him to negotiate royalties with people, and no one in the Ming Dynasty would talk to you about royalties. Even those high-ranking officials and celebrities will inevitably give people pirated copies of the books they write.

For example, the "Legend of the Swordsman" written by Wang Shizhen, the secretary of the criminal department and the prince of the criminal department, I don't know how many times he pirated it to the booksellers, but I haven't seen any bookseller take the initiative to send a royalty of one or two silver to the prince of the criminal department.

For example, Hu Rujia, the counselor of Henan Buzheng Division, wrote the novel "The Legend of Lanya", which is called one of the beautiful boudoirs. Love novels, the Senate of the Political Secretary is equivalent to the deputy governor of later generations, writing a color. Love novels, the bookshop owners are still copycats, and this political secretary can't get the royalties of a Yongle Tongbao.

Therefore, the obedient official was satisfied and let go, and when he turned his head, he called the big head to come in and prepare to move the silver.

ps:Switch the starting point to read a book when watching a movie with Fengxing.,As a result, the 360 browser crashes the page.,Click for a long time.,Crash...... Mud horse, really speechless, restarted countless times, died there during the self-inspection, I couldn't get by, I had no choice but to go out of the Internet café for a walk. After a while, I will continue to tinker with the notebook, I don't know why it crashes!

By the way, I don't owe anything this week, I'm talking about weekly push, not weekly point!