Since no family members or accompanying guards were allowed to enter the academy, it would be even better if the children of aristocratic and wealthy families who had a lot of luggage did not have to do it themselves.

Yan San just stood at the school gate for a while, and a rich kid arrived surrounded by the guards, bringing a lot of luggage, he saw the sign hanging on Yan San's chest from a distance, and pointed out: "Hey, businessman, come here, there is business looking for you." ”

Yan San ran over with a smile, swept his luggage on the ground, and said, "Classmate, your luggage is not good, I will charge you fifty taels of silver." ”

"Take it. The student didn't care about how much money it was, so he threw the silver to Yan San and said, "Help me move in all of them." ”

Yan San didn't say a word, like an octopus, carrying his luggage, he ran inside.

Although Yan San's price is very dark, Yan San's business is doing well, and many of those who can enter the college are either powerful or expensive, and dozens of taels of silver are like a drizzle for them.

Of course, some couldn't help but spit on Yan San's behavior, and some students said disdainfully: "Phew, this kind of fool has lost all the face of the students who are still students of the academy, and even worked as coolies for others!" In the hearts of many students, they think that the students of Hanshan College are noble, even if they are poor now, they will be big people when they go out in the future, so they are very disdainful of this kind of hard work.

In fact, this kind of business, only Yan San is willing to do it, the children of your family will never do such coolies, as for those who are poorer to study in Hanshan College, they are all highly talented students, this kind of people are arrogant, people are not poor, they will never bow their heads and do this kind of embarrassing work, they would rather let themselves live a little poorer.

Of course, Yan San didn't care about this, because, in his eyes, there was no distinction between noble and lowly gold and silver, as long as his waist was bulging, what was there to be a coolie, and there were many people who were coolies in the world, so what was there to be ashamed of.

Yan San's business is extremely prosperous, he is too busy to be busy, one afternoon, the ten taels of gold rewarded by Mu Lan are not counted, Yan San actually earned more than a thousand taels of silver, which makes Yan San extremely surprised, compared to fortune telling, this kind of coolie business is easier to do.

Yan San exchanged all the silver for gold, and finally when it was dark, he took the gold he had earned in the afternoon and returned to the Taikoo Branch with joy.

"Hey, hey, kid, I heard you made a lot of money today. After Yan San came back, the old man ran over very badly, his eyes staring at Yan San's gold.

"Pull it down, old man, it's not your share, it's my hard-earned money. Yan San said with a smile, busy holding his gold in his arms, afraid that the old man would rob it.

The old man glared at him and said, "Hey, boy, don't be so conscienceless, it's okay, if I didn't accept you as a student, you wouldn't make so much money, and you would die if you gave a little to the teacher." ”

"Yes, I'm going to die, and for me, taking a tael of silver from me is like cutting off a piece of my flesh. Yan San said shamelessly.

"Grandma's bear, how could I receive such a student who is greedy for money, and my lifelong reputation will be ruined in your hands. The old man scolded hatefully: "Hmph, hmph, hmph, boy, I will make a lot of money in the future, and you don't want to get half a piece of the pie!"

When it came to making a lot of money, Yan San came to his senses, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Hey, old man, are you very well-informed and know the students of the academy very well?"

"Needless to say, Hanshan Academy wanders with my old man everywhere, I live here all day, and I don't know how many hairs those little rabbits have. The old man rolled his eyes and said.

Yan San touched his chin and said hehehe: "Old man, I have an idea, we will definitely make a lot of money." ”

"What's the idea, tell me about it. The old man was also energetic, and when he talked about making a lot of money, his eyes lit up.

Yan San touched his chin and said, "You know the students so well, it's better to do this, we can read the publications and make a lot of money." ”

"How do you read publications?" said the old man.

Yan San touched his chin and said, "Hey, hey, old man, what do you think the students of the academy are most concerned about?"

"When I came to Hanshan College, of course, what I was most concerned about was what kind of mastery I learned. The old man didn't even want to say.

Yan San glanced at the old man with disdain, and said, "Fart, old man, what kind of thinking are you, your thinking is greatly backward, you don't understand what young people want." Hey, when I was moving things for those guys this afternoon, I listened to their discussion coldly, which senior in the academy is the most powerful, which female student is the most beautiful, which male senior is the most handsome, hey, hey, which classmate has practiced what stunts, etc., I think, those guys, what they love most is to show off and estrus. Boys are afraid, they can't wait to be the strongest person in their college, the best person, they can't wait to attract the attention of all the girls, girls, which senior is the most likeable, etc. ”

"Hey, old man, why don't we do this, we run a publication and give it to their liking. Yan San said: "Didn't you say that some kind of beautiful woman like the Heavenly Maiden and Fairy also came to study in the academy? Hey, that's good, let's sell gossip." Our first issue is all about beauty. For example, how old is the sword fairy called Bujian really this year, how beautiful is she, does she have anyone she likes, and for example, what is Xiao Ningyun of the Jade Sword Princess, what is her favorite thing. Hey, last time I heard you talk about it, hey, you must know something. Yan San said.

"Hey, hey, I know the most about Guyun Peak and Heavenly Temple. "The old man is also energetic.

Yan San said hesitantly: "Don't write too true, write a little fake, eight false and two true, just write too true, write too true, that's called historical records, not gossip, so it can't attract the attention of those young boys and girls, for example, you write about the first generation of the master of the Heavenly Temple, who pursued her, what a romantic story, write more bloody lace gossip, that group of young boys and girls who have spring will definitely like it." If not, you can talk nonsense, you arrange a pink confidant for Ye Guhan, the founder of Guyun Peak, preferably the famous brand of Qinglou. ”

The old man glanced at him and said, "Boy, if you talk nonsense like this, aren't you afraid that people will find Gu Yunfeng to settle accounts with you, and Tianmiao will find you to settle accounts?"

"Hey, pull it down, Ye Guhan has already died, whether it's true or not, who knows, even if the people and horses of Guyun Peak know, so what, this is not a matter of slandering them, this kind of trivial matter, they don't bother to care about it." Haven't you heard those storytellers, they like to add blood to the stories of heroes and beauties, and the descendants of those heroes are also proud. Haven't you heard, pink with heroes. Yan San said with a smile.

"Hey, hey, that makes sense, I didn't expect you kid to have the mind to do business. The old man's eyes also lit up, and he thought that Yan San's idea was good.

"Well, you know so much, it's up to you to write it, and then find someone to print it and sell it. Yan San touched his chin and said: "In the first issue of our publication, in addition to Bu Jianzhen's gossip to write more, the outstanding boys' gossip in the academy also wrote a little, and the most important thing in this issue is the snow beauty, hey, the snow beauty of the Shangbing family, I am most familiar with her, it is best to write." Finally, at the bottom of the publication, we also have a program that allows students to automatically vote for the college beauty rankings, so that they can cut out their choices and feedback them to us. Bu Jianzhen, Bai Xiangxuan, Shang Bingxue, Xiao Ningyun, Mu Lan...... Wait a minute. Hey, hey, what are those people's favorite beauty lists, whether it's men or women. Yan San said.

"It's good, it's good, it's beautiful, I like it too. The old man's eyes also lit up, and he said with a smile: "Then what is the name of our publication?"

"The Cold Mountain Billboard. Yan San touched his chin, and then said: "Specially excerpted from our Hanshan Academy's events, influential figures, etc., so let's call it 'Hanshan Fengyun List'." ”

"Well, the name has a lot of spirit. The old man agreed.

"We'll sell ten taels of silver each. Yan San's eyes lit up, waiting for the cashier.

The old man was startled and said, "No, it's so dark, people don't necessarily buy it." ”

"Cut, you don't know, those nobles don't care about that money at all, Hanshan Academy is a lot of money and stupid. Besides, the high price shows that this is only for the aristocracy to consume, and they are even more eager to consume it. Yan San said.

The old man stared at Yan San, showing a greedy look, and said with a smile: "No problem, hey, hey, boy, the income we get, we are twenty-eight points, you are two, and I am eight." ”

"Hey, old man, you're too dark, it's twenty-eight, no, we're fifty-five. Yan San jumped up and said.

"Hmph, then you write, you write, I'll run errands for you, two eight, I'm two, you're eight. The old man glanced at Yan San and said disdainfully.

Yan San was speechless for a moment, where did he know so much about the old man, this old man seemed to know a lot of things, if he was asked to write it, it would be more realistic, and he would definitely not be able to write about him.

"You're too dark, four or six, I'm four, you're six. Yan San had no choice but to give in and said.

"No, I'll give in the most, three or seven points, you three, I'll seven. The old man was so dark that he said.

Yan San glared at the old man fiercely and said, "Count you ruthless, I am three, and you are seven." ”

At this time, the old man stretched out his hand and said, "Take the money, give me the printing fee first, otherwise, how can we start work?"

"Hey, we're all three or seven points, do you still want me to take the money?" Yan San said angrily.

The old man glared at Yan San and said, "Pull it down, you can't come up with an idea, you just have three or seven points, where in the world is there such a good thing." ”

Yan San had no choice but to take out the silver and stuff it into his hand fiercely.

The old man smiled and said, "Okay, give me a few days, I'll write it well, and it will definitely be the gossip." "The old man is also childlike, he has lived for thousands of years, and he has never played such a new thing, so he is more energetic than Yan San.

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