After setting the gifts to be sent to the officials of Chang'an Guozijian before the New Year's Festival, the mountain chief rubbed his eyebrows, a little tired.

To open a academy in a place like Luoyang, it must be hard work, not only the quality of teaching can be improved, but also the things in the officialdom must be taken care of, the Great Wei Chengping has been open for more than 100 years, and the Chengnan Academy has been open for nearly a hundred years, teaching many students, he is a person who is not good at officialdom communication, if it were not for the help of the students who stepped into the officialdom, the Chengnan Academy would have been unable to open for a long time.

It's getting late, and it's time to read at this moment, although he is no longer interested in the imperial examination, but after reading a book all his life, he always has the smell of ink in his hand to feel at ease, but the mountain chief looked at an invitation on the table for a long time, and then got up and started to change clothes.

The invitation was sent by an old friend, and when it came to the New Year's Day, plus it snowed, there were more poetry meetings, and he could still use the affairs of the academy to excuse himself on weekdays, but a few old friends who returned to their hometowns invited him, but he couldn't help but go.

Gently closed the door, walked all the way out along the winding path of the corridor, occasionally nodded to the teachers who had not yet left, and then stopped a few students who were fighting in the academy.

Many children formed a circle, and there were passers-by watching the excitement on the periphery, the mountain chief frowned, in such a serious place as the academy, there were still people making trouble last time there was such a situation, could it be that there were eyeless ruffians running to bully the students?

He walked over and heard someone arguing loudly from a distance:

"What the hell is this mess?"

"It's a far cry from what gentlemen teach on a daily basis..."

"There is no rhyme, there is no battle, there is no rhythm, it's just... It's ridiculous! ”

There is also a little fat man who is pleading with difficulty: "Mr. said, this is a hand-me-down, obviously you can't understand it!" ”

The young man holding a piece of rice paper smiled coldly: "A masterpiece? This kind of bullshit must come from him, and he is embarrassed to put gold on himself? ”

The mountain chief listened for a long time, listened to a general idea, and realized that it was only the students who were discussing knowledge, and not that anyone was making trouble, so he planned to turn around and leave, but after hesitating for a moment, he still walked up:

"What's going on?"

It can be seen that the mountain chief has a lot of status in the hearts of the students, and when they saw the mountain chief coming, all the students were startled and hurriedly saluted.

Only the little fat man shouted aggrievedly: "They scolded Mr. and scolded me, obviously I had begged Mr. to move the pen, but they still blocked the door and didn't let me go!" ”

The young man in the Confucian robe was taken aback: "Mountain Chief, there is no such thing!" It's just that the students see that Xiao Jiaoxi doesn't teach scriptures and poems on weekdays, but tells some strange stories to his classmates, so they are worried that he will mislead people's children and want to persuade his classmates to get lost and return..."

The mountain chief looked at him deeply: "It's a good thing to persuade classmates to study, but why make such an ugly fuss?" ”

He stretched out his hand and took the page of rice paper, but after a careful glance, he frowned.

Word... It's so ugly, so ugly that he thought it was written by a freshly entered student.

But the more he looked at it, the tighter his brow wrinkled, and it wasn't until he read it in one breath that he closed his eyes and thought about it.

This is his habit, and when he reads to his heart's content, he enjoys it like this.

The students looked at each other, and after a long time, the mountain chief opened his eyes and looked at the little fat man: "This is written by Xiao Jiaoxi?" ”

The little fat man hurriedly shook his head: "Mr. said no, it was written by a great poet!" ”

The mountain chief looked at the signature again, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Xiao Ping... How funny is that?

He put the rice paper into his sleeve, ignored the little fat man's gaze, and waved his hand: "This matter is over, let's disperse, Xiao Jiaoxi is the gentleman of the academy after all, you must remember the four words 'respect for teachers and respect'!" ”

The young man in the Confucian robe gritted his teeth secretly, but he could only reluctantly surrender his hands with other classmates, but the little fat man did not let them go: "Mr. also said a few words, I want to tell you." ”

Everyone looked at it in surprise, the little fat man cleared his throat, tried to pretend to be serious, and didn't know if he was learning Xiao Ping: "Mr. said that literacy and reading are not all for the imperial examination to be an official, but to lift the lantern to illuminate the way for yourself and others, not to be complacent and blow out other people's candles." ”

It sounded a little ridiculous when You said such serious words in a childish voice, but strangely, everyone fell silent.

After a moment, the mountain chief sighed faintly and turned to walk away.

You can say that again.

......

"This account is done... It's really scribbled," Xiao Ping flipped through the account book in his hand, a little helpless, "Can you understand it yourself?" ”

Wei Laosan on the side leaned over to take a look, and his eyes widened: "I'm illiterate." ”

"Did one of your men do it?"

"Xiao Si'er does it, and he can write a few words."

"So you basically don't know how to take inventory, do you?" Xiao Ping put down the account book, "Look at this, the cost and expenditure are recorded in total, and even the profit has to be calculated now, if that little fourth child makes false accounts, won't you have to be kept in the dark for the rest of your life?" ”

Wei Laosan frowned, a little unhappy: "My own brother who has been with me for many years, how could he do such a thing?" ”

The streets of Luoyang in winter are still very lively, not even a little snow can be seen, after listening to Wei Laosan's righteous words, Xiao Ping, who came from the academy to take a look at the situation after leaving school, said as he walked:

"It seems that you still think about the business of rock sugar gourd too simply... How many people do you have under you now? ”

"In the winter, the business at the wharf was not good, and I called more than 20 brothers, almost 40 people."

"Luoyang is so big, only forty people? If the account is made like this, it is estimated that you don't have any planning, such as dividing the region, fixing the purchase channel to prevent premiums, and then letting people with good sales give some training to inexperienced novices and so on..."Xiao Ping shook his head, "You have to figure it out, the most profitable business of rock sugar gourd is the current period of time, once you miss it, it will be too late for you to regret it in the future." ”

Probably seeing Xiao Ping say solemnly, Wei Laosan's face also became solemn, it is undeniable that Xiao Ping is a bad gambler, but he has been proven right in the past two days, so his opinion, Wei Laosan really has to think about it.

Wei Laosan slowed down: "What do you mean?" ”

"Probably because there are too many examples to refer to, so I can imagine what will happen next," Xiao Ping put his hands on his sleeves and looked at the street scene, "Because there are no peers, even if the men under your hands will no longer do business, the rock sugar gourd can be sold a lot in a day, and it tastes the sweetness, coupled with the righteousness of you who don't know where to take the lead, more and more people will come to the door." ”

"Forty people, one hundred people, and then two hundred, the entire rock sugar gourd market in Luoyang will be occupied by your people, and then make money every day, and at this time, the minds of the people under your hands will be active, such as not wanting to pay money to you and want to pull out to do it alone, and then want to make a little more, but you can't do a good job, which means that they are easy to get."

He waved his hand and motioned to Wei Laosan, whose face changed, not to interrupt: "Then there will be a lot of peers on the market, they sell cheaper than you, sell faster than you, some people with background and power are also eyeing this business, maybe they will have to use some inferior means, when the time comes, you can only give up a large area of the market, return to Nancheng to survive, regret that you could have done more to make money steadily, but what kind of bullshit righteousness and trust you chose, wasted this opportunity to bow your head and pick up money." ”

Wei Laosan's face was already extremely ugly, and he remembered some of the complaints he heard when he collected the money last night.

Seeing that Wei Laosan understood, Xiao Ping stopped, as if waiting for something.

After a long time, Wei Laosan spoke: "Sancheng? ”

"Sixty percent."

"Are you stupid?" Wei Laosan smiled angrily, "Make an account, take care of things, and want to divide sixty percent?" I'm giving you a day job? Thirty and a half, no more! ”

Xiao Ping seemed to smile: "Fifty percent." ”

The scholar's face was particularly hateful at this moment, and the burly Wei Laosan looked at Xiao Ping condescendingly for a long time, but he was still defeated by Xiao Ping's unwavering gaze: "Forty percent!" ”

"Okay, I won't tease you, just thirty and a half, after all, the goods are yours, and the people are yours," Xiao Ping turned around, "But I want cash, because I have to pay off my debts." ”

He turned around and continued to move forward, Wei Laosan was so aggrieved that he couldn't do it, but when he thought of the scholar's calm but shocking words just now, he still followed:

"Yes!"