At the door of the wine shop, Hou Jiang looked at the burly and tall figure of Fang Pan and gradually moved away.

After a while, Hou Jiang walked low and walked quickly into the crowd on the street, and he walked around the capital a few times to make sure that there was no tail behind him, and then went to the printing house to look for Jiang Long.

Fang Pan walked slowly in the crowd, and many pedestrians subconsciously avoided him when they saw that he was strong.

After a while, Fang Pan came to the Caishikou Execution Ground.

"Brother Fangpan, come here." Another sturdy executioner on the execution table beckoned, "The next batch of prisoners will be escorted over soon." ”

"Hmm."

Fang Pan scratched his head, answered quietly, and walked onto the high platform.

When he held the ghost-headed knife used for execution in his hand, Fang Pan suddenly felt in a trance.

In front of his eyes, a picture of his childhood suddenly appeared, when he was only a few years old, his father was a guard in the Huai Palace, he was still young at the time, he was very curious about the palace, and asked his father to take him around the palace.

King Huai has had a violent temper since he was a child, and the emperor doesn't like it very much, but he doesn't snub it.

It was only at a very young age that a royal palace was built for him, and King Huai moved away from the palace.

The result was just because his laughter was a little louder at that time, and it was so noisy that King Huai happened to be passing by, and then ......

At that time, King Huai, who was also only a few years old, gave an order, and his father was beheaded by several palace guards who rushed forward.

He will never forget that King Huai at that time had a tight little face, raised his chin, and then suddenly smiled when he saw his father's head fall to the ground, clapping his little hands vigorously.

That's a demon at all!

Fang Pan was emotional, and his majestic body trembled slightly.

is only a few years old, but he treats human life like a mustard.

In a trance, he suddenly heard a sound that the hour had arrived, slash!

Instinctively, he raised his ghost-headed knife high, the sharp blade reflecting the sunlight.

A cold light flashed in mid-air!

Burst!

The prisoner's head was cut off in an instant, and the bones rolled to the side, and a column of blood spurted out from the neck.

There were many people watching the execution under the high platform, and some of the timid ones closed their eyes in fright and exclaimed.

Fang Pan was stunned, staring at the head with frightened eyes.

The facial features of the head will become the appearance of his father when he died tragically, and the appearance of King Huai will become for a while......

It wasn't until the executioner next to him came over and gently patted him on the shoulder that he slowly raised his head and looked blankly at the people in the audience.

In the printing house, Jiang Long sat at the table, drinking tea, and listening to Hou Jiang's report.

"In the end, I chose the square plate."

Hearing what Hou Jiang said, Jiang Long nodded with satisfaction.

"I came back this time in the hope of getting some silver to help Yinghong redeem herself."

After Jiang Long thought for a while, he took out a silver ticket of five hundred taels from his sleeve and handed it over, "You take these silver first, in addition to redeeming Yinghong, when you do things in the future, you can make your own decisions if you need to spend money, you don't have to report to me in advance." ”

Hou Jiang took the silver ticket, glanced at it, and immediately said, "Isn't this a bit much?" ”

"Not much." Jiang Long waved his hand and said, "By the way, I'll make a list, and you can help me buy all the things." ”

"Yes."

Hou Jiang responded, and then helped Yan Mo.

Jiang Long slowly spread out the rice paper and picked up the pen to write.

Here's a recipe!

First, he praised Jiang Long's words very well, and Hou Jiang asked, "How do you plan to let Fang Pan assassinate King Zhao Yan?" ”

"How's the square plate doing?" Jiang Long said while writing.

Hou Jiang thought for a moment and replied: "Although it is majestic, it is just a brute force. ”

"King Huai's side is unusually guarded, and it is difficult to successfully assassinate him with high martial arts alone, so he has a strange move." Jiang Long smiled, "With my method, having a body of brute force is enough." ”

"Oh?" Hou Jiang was puzzled.

Jiang Long didn't explain again, and changed the topic, "After redeeming Yinghong, you must place it well, and nothing can go wrong." ”

"Yes."

"Although Fang Pan ......" Speaking of this, Jiang Long stopped his pen and sighed: "I also want the two of them to spend more time together, but it is not a trivial matter to assassinate King Huai, and there must be no flaws left!" ”

Speaking of zuihou, Jiang Long's voice became extremely firm.

Hou Jiang understood what Jiang Long meant, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I understand!" After redeeming Yinghong, I arranged for the two of them to spend the night together and talk to Haode, and I immediately took Yinghong out of the capital early the next morning. ”

"Hmm." Jiang Long nodded, and at the same time advised, "You have to be careful yourself, you must not be seen clearly." ”

Hou Jiang should be, "I have been walking the rivers and lakes all year round and know some ways to disguise. ”

After writing the recipe and handing it to Hou Jiang, Hou Jiang quietly left.

That night, Hou Jiang disguised himself as a man with thief eyebrows and rat-eyed eyes, and ransomed the crying Yinghong out of the Liuxiang Pavilion.

Because he was afraid of revealing his flaws, he didn't tell Yinghong in advance, and it wasn't until he saw a square plate with a hat on his head and a face covering his appearance in an inn that he knew what had happened.

Hou Jiang didn't disturb the two and exited the room.

Fang Pan and Yinghong spent the night together in the inn.

The next day, Hou Jiang came over, only to see that his eyes were red and swollen from crying, and Fang Pan's face was full of reluctance.

But the revenge of killing his father is not shared, how can he not repay it?

And for many nights in the past, he was awakened by nightmares!

If he didn't kill King Huai, Fang Pan would have a bad conscience in his life, because if he hadn't made a fuss about wandering around the palace, his father would not have died.

Hou Jiang opened his mouth to urge Yinghong to hurry up, although Yinghong was tearful and sad, but there was a firm gaze in her eyes, "Brother Pan, don't worry, the concubine will definitely take care of our children!" ”

"Hmm!" Fang Pan stared at the blushing face and nodded heavily.

A few large tears slipped down the corners of his eyes.

After Hou Jiang left the capital with Yinghong, he hired a carriage and went straight to the south.

Doesn't it mean that you just have to take people away safely, you have to settle down, otherwise Yinghong is penniless and will not starve to death?

Hou Jiang had five hundred taels of silver tickets given by Jiang Long, and it only cost a few dozen taels to redeem Yinghong.

When you get to the south, pay some money to give Yinghong a reasonable identity, and then buy a shop for Yinghong in a small town to do a small business, so you don't have to worry about eating and drinking.

When Hou Jiang left the capital, the printing house also made a move.

After so many days of hard work under the auspices of Chai Shirong, the printing house has already accumulated a large number of scripts.

Officially go on sale today.

Horse-drawn carriages loaded with books entered and exited the doors of the printing house.

In addition, the Chengguo Mansion also sent many small servants to come over, walking the streets and alleys with a script in their hands.

Instead of selling them on the streets, they sent them to some vendors on the street to sell them on consignment, and they took the scripts to find the gentlemen who were telling stories in restaurants, restaurants, and inns.

Give these gentlemen a free copy.

This shijie has no TV, no movies, no computer games...... There is a scarcity of recreational activities.

Many people like to listen to book reviews.

Storytellers want to win over their audiences, so they naturally have to work hard to innovate and tell new stories.

The gray wolf and the Legend of Journey to the West are just satisfying them.

And when they say that they tell these two stories, they can be regarded as advertising the script.

These sales skills were naturally taught to Chai Shirong by Jiang Long.

With the efforts of the printing house and all the small servants in the Chengguo Mansion, it was only half a day, and the two words were filled with the streets and alleys of the capital.

In the inn restaurant, those storytellers also stopped their previous stories and began to tell the story of the gray wolf and the Journey to the West.

No way, these two stories are too nice and fascinating.

There are good stories in the book, and the sales method is very successful, and the book will naturally sell out quickly.

Many printers saw the benefits and rushed to pirate.

However, their sales channels are limited, and Jianglong's side has set the price of the script very well, the quantity of goods is sufficient, and they can timely supplement the supply of the market, and they can't sell it cheaper, so the profit is extremely limited.

In the next few days, the capital was full of voices talking about the gray wolf and the Journey to the West.

The pirates thought they would be able to make a fortune, but the end result was that fewer and fewer people came to them to buy books.

Because Jianglong is trumpeting the erection of brands!

The books published by the Bogu Tongjin Printing House are genuine.

In addition, counterfeit marks were printed on the books.

Slowly, these pirates did not dare to print more books, otherwise they would probably not be able to sell them.

It was a gust of wind that swept through the Great Qi.

After being sold in the capital, next, the study rooms across the country received the goods one after another, and they also began to sell.

But there is one place that is going to be sold earlier.

It is where Lin Ya's hometown is located.

In the capital, in the Bogu Tongjin Printing House, Chai Shirong was full of red light.

The business is very hot, and he, the manager of the printing house, is naturally proud.

Last night, even Cheng Guogong specially summoned him over and praised him.

Although the benefits of each book are not much, I can't bear the large number of them.

And most importantly, it's a business that can be exceptionally thriving and very long-lasting.

As long as Jiang Long can write a haode story, he is not afraid of not being able to sell it now that the market has been completely opened.

Seeing Chai Shirong's face full of spring breeze, as if the bones in his body were a little lighter, Jiang Long just chuckled.

This little achievement, he still doesn't care.

The wind blowing from the two stories of the gray wolf and the legend of Journey to the West was too violent, and within a few days, the Ouchi Palace and the mansions of various wealthy families also learned the news.

Some people can't help but blush, and the Chengguo Mansion has made a lot of money this time.

There are also people who want to intervene, get on the carriage and run to the Chengguo Mansion every day, and make friends with the Chengguo Gongtao.

Cheng Guogong was annoyed, and finally said that he was sick at home and did not see guests.

Joke, such a haode business, how could he give the silver to others for nothing?

Whether he wanted to cooperate or become a shareholder, he didn't agree.

And because of the reputation of Cheng Guogong, naturally no one dares to come hard.

Hearing Chai Shirong talk about how annoying Cheng Guogong has been in the past few days, Jiang Long smiled.

This was expected by him.

Cooperating with the Chengguo Mansion originally meant to take advantage of the prestige of the Chengguo Mansion, otherwise if there was only one Jingfu, even if the Jingfu was famous, when the interests were big enough, there would still be people who couldn't help but be greedy and wanted to plunder.

In a slightly dilapidated mansion in the capital.

A beautiful woman leaning on a bed with only obscene clothes in her hands, holding a notebook in her hand.

"This gray wolf is really funny."

"Giggles, what a cute sheep."

"Do you like a stinking lamb?"

After a while, the woman closed the notebook in her hand, and there was a blank look in her charming eyes, what kind of person was he?

Wolves, sheep, and a monkey in the opening chapter of another book......

Just as she was losing her mind, the door outside the bedroom was suddenly pushed open, and a little girl walked in.