The next day, Lan Rong found out that he got up early to study before the scheduled day, and his five-year-old son had been making a fuss about refusing to study hard, especially in the cold, and he refused to get up in the morning. What's going on today?

"I was so diligent today!" Lan Rong turned to see Xiao'er reading at a glance, and his heart was happy.

Dingqian raised his little head: "Last night, my brother read to me the "Suizhou Essay" you wrote, and I will also study hard and submit it in the future." ”

Lan Rongzhuan's whole body was extremely comfortable. From the loss of the title to the present, except for the big sale of the monthly magazine yesterday, it made him smile extremely comfortably. Today's child's affirmation warmed his heart.

He didn't plan to submit it, but his mother suggested it.

"You're out and about a lot, so you can write about the scenery of each place. Let the world know more about Tai'an. Lu Yingfang has not forgotten the mission of "leading the Lan family to the peak".

Although she is also a member of the Lan family, she is famous as a writer, and she can be regarded as leading the Lan family to the top. But she is so tired, she does everything herself, and it is easy to go bald. Isn't it good to stand up the Lan family one by one?

Lan Rongzhuan remembered the things in Suizhou the most, so he wrote this "Suizhou Essay". At that time, he was traveling lightly and went to find old friends to catch up. The chrysanthemums over there are a must, and the singers over there are very beautiful (I dare not write this). He wrote several pages in a hurry, following his mother's request, and wrote what he thought of first.

In the end, it was my mother who put forward the key points: "You can write about the famous mountains of Suizhou, the dangers of the mountains, the wonder of the clouds, the beauty of the water, the beauty of food, the simplicity of the people, and the local fairy legends, it is enough." ”

In fact, Lu Yingfang remembered her nephew's elementary school text "Guilin Landscape", and she couldn't throw it on Lan Rongzhuan's face.

Lan Rong was also cultivated as the heir of the Hou Mansion, so he couldn't grasp the point of writing an article! Write so many expensive delicacies, the common people just look at it, except for smashing the mouth to imagine the taste, there is no sense of substitution!

After Lu Yingfang's guidance, Lan Rongzhuan's article was published.

"Father, when can I go to Centennial College like my brother?"

Lan Dinglang will be eleven years old next year, and he is not too young to go to Mingde College at this age. Moreover, the college has a rule that after the age of twelve, students are not allowed to bring scholars. So Dinglang still has a year to slow down.

Lan Rong turned to touch Xiao'er's head: "Wait until you grow up a little more, work harder." Your brother is now studying every day, waiting to go to Mingde College to take the exam after the year. "If you pass the exam, you can enter directly. If you can't pass the test, you will pay two thousand taels.

With the acquiescence of the emperor, the rules of Mingde Academy for money have not changed.

Two thousand taels was a trivial matter for the former Hou Mansion. The current two thousand taels of silver is almost a pain in the bones for the Lan family. Besides, the family has not been separated, even if the mother is willing to spend money, the third room will be dissatisfied. For today's plan, you still have to be sure that you are strong!

He had to quickly train Lin Zi to take over the bookstore, and his time had to be spent on children.

When Lan Rong came to Gewu Bookstore, he found that there was already a long queue at the door. It was cold and snowing. From a distance, rows of people stand there like snowmen.

The clerk of Gewu Bookstore is explaining to everyone: "Because the monthly magazine is limited, there are two copies per person!" I've been printing it for the last few days, and if I can't buy it today, I'll come back tomorrow! ”

Even if they worked overtime, more than a dozen people printed, and only more than two hundred copies were printed last night.

As the clerk said just now, there are 120 copies of the blue journal and 120 copies of the color magazine. One person is limited to two copies, isn't it only possible to buy one blue journal and one color magazine?

The clerk said that it has been printed in the last few days. But it's almost the New Year, and I can't print it for a few days! So you have to buy it quickly!

The clerk posted a notice at the door: Please turn right at the collection fee.

A scholar went over to take a look, and it was actually an eldest lady sitting there. No one else could have imagined that sitting here was the old lady Lu Yingfang.

She originally wanted Lan Rong to transfer the manuscript fee, but she was afraid that it would be inconvenient for the author of the color journal to come over to pick up the manuscript fee. I'm afraid that Lan Rong will turn this color embryo and say something to the little lady.

Now there is a shortage of manpower, and it would be too wasteful to arrange Zhao or Qian to be responsible for the manuscript fee expenditure of the color journal separately.

So she simply went into battle by herself, and by the way, learned about the situation in the bookstore.

Soon, a middle-aged man came over with a lady to receive the manuscript fee.

At first glance, the mother and son looked like paupers, dressed in coarse linen clothes, and their jackets were tattered.

The middle-aged man was illiterate and was guided by the clerk.

Lu Yingfang asked with a smile: "May I ask what manuscript did you two submit?" ”

The middle-aged man glanced at his mother, and then said uncomfortably: "It was the manuscript that Li Xiucai from the neighbor helped write, and it was the one who pickled the radish." ”

"Who pressed the mudra at that time?" Lu Yingfang's gentle attitude relieved their nervousness a lot.

Lu Yingfang took out the page of the manuscript and asked the old lady to press the handprint next to her, and compared the two, Lu Yingfang asked, "Do you want copper plates or silver?" ”

These words are like the sound of heaven, silver or copper?

The mother and son looked at each other, and the man swallowed his saliva and said tremblingly: "Silver, silver!" ”

Lu Yingfang took out five coins of silver and handed it over: "Auntie, thank you for the recipe for pickling radish." ”

In fact, Lu Yingfang herself will pickle these fruits, melons and vegetables, so when she saw the submission on this page, she knew that the recipe for pickling radish was reliable. Instead of giving your own prescriptions, it is better to use other people's prescriptions, which can make the monthly magazine integrate into the people more quickly and increase the sense of substitution.

The old lady looked at the silver in her hand and couldn't believe her eyes. She has been pickling these vegetables since she was a child, and she used to pickle some and sell them at the market. Li Xiucai, who is next door, said that her pickled radish tasted good, so it was better to sell the recipe. She also thinks it's impossible, who in the village wouldn't pickle this?

In the end, his son agreed, and Li Xiucai helped write the letter for free, and also helped to submit the manuscript by the way.

Yesterday, Li Xiucai took a big blue piece of paper and said to her happily: "Auntie, look, these three words 'Aunt Li' are talking about you." Now the whole Binh Duong Mansion knows your pickled radish recipe. It's a pity, it's a pity, you should have written your full name. It's a pity that you didn't want to. ”

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and smiled so hard that his yellow teeth were exposed: "Thank you shopkeeper." Li Xiucai helped us write letters, and he didn't accept copper plates. You gave back five pieces of silver, and you are all good men. ”

Lu Yingfang asked a few words, it turned out that Li Xiucai often came to the bookstore to read books.

Naturally, the people in line saw the mother and son go out with a happy smile, and those who were close to them also heard about pickled radishes just now. The families in the queue all had different thoughts, and they all thought about what they could submit. They can't write, they are not afraid, they can find someone to write for them. The point is, what are your unique skills?

In less than two quarters of an hour, the "Gewu Monthly" printed in time last night was sold out. The door was immediately much clearer. Lu Yingfang also ushered in the second person to receive the manuscript fee.

Lu Yingfang raised her eyes and felt that it was like a picture on TV.

Outside the door, there were falling snowflakes, and a young man in a big coat appeared at the door, and at that moment time seemed to stand still.

If Yang Yi is a middle-aged handsome uncle, then the current teenager is really a "dashing young man, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind." ”

The boy is quite tall, at least 1.8 meters. The complexion is fair, the face is smooth and fair, the facial features are angular, the sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the thin lips under the tall nose are ruddy, and the whole person exudes a noble and elegant temperament, which family is this?

Bai Mu saw that the old woman opposite had been staring at him, and he was a little uncomfortable: "Auntie, I'm here to receive the manuscript fee." "When he was in the academy, he heard that Gewu Bookstore gave free books to scholars. He had always wanted to come and see what kind of bookstore this was.

He had made an appointment with Xie Yutao to come over today, but early in the morning he learned about the burning of the ancestral hall by the fourth young master of the Xie family in the middle of the night.

So he had to come over by himself, he had no intention of taking the manuscript fee, after all, he was born in a family, and he didn't pay attention to the manuscript fee. But on the way, I saw the mother and son discussing the manuscript fee, and when I entered the door, I saw the arrow "Manuscript Fee Collection Office", and he walked over unconsciously.

After all, the young man's heart, the teacher took his poems to contribute, his face was calm, and he could see his own poems in the blue magazine, thinking that everyone saw his poems, and he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart.

Lu Yingfang came back to her senses this time, took out the manuscript after asking, and when she saw it, there was no handprint.

She suddenly remembered: "You didn't vote for this manuscript yourself, did you?" ”

Bai Mu nodded.

Lu Yingfang said: "Your manuscript was brought over with Xiao Changshan's, and someone was sent to the academy yesterday afternoon. You go to Xiao Changshan to get it! and five pieces of silver. Because it is necessary to benefit the people, as long as the prescription is given, the minimum starting price is 800 Wen. And your verses are shorter and not very long, so it's only five dollars. ”

Bai Mu was even more uncomfortable, and the manuscript fee of five dollars of silver was ...... I have to find Xiao Changshan to get it, how embarrassing.

Seeing this, Lu Yingfang said, "Sir, you can go in and read the book." ”

It was the first time for Bai Mu to be called like this, and he was even more embarrassed, and his face turned red. He coughed lightly and turned to walk towards the second room.

Lu Yingfang couldn't help but sigh: "It's good to be young! It's good to look good! ”

- Actually, the original owner was also good looking when he was young.

Lu Yingfang: Shut up! This body is so old, and it is none of her business to be beautiful when she is young!

——…… How can you murder someone's family?

Lv Yingfang: ......

Who exactly seems to have invented this tsundere sullen system? Can you recycle it quickly?

- As long as you exchange the system of beauty and beauty lotion, you can be thirty years younger and return to the beauty of the past.

Lu Yingfang: And then I was burned to death as a monster? Shut up, you!