The Jiang family's bookstore advertised at the door again, and it was still a familiar half-height poster.

The bookstore shopkeeper does not allow no one to read the words that Xiao Hou Ye worked hard to write, and it is very hard to publicize, so it is necessary to let everyone come to see the book written by Xiao Hou Ye.

"Not about food?"

People who have watched "Beijing Food" opened it curiously, but after a while, they became addicted to it and couldn't move their feet.

While the others were still watching, someone asked, "Little scholar, how is this book written?" ”

"Fabulous!" The little scholar completely forgot that the purpose of his visit to the bookstore was to buy books related to the imperial examination, so he slapped the silver on the counter, "Shopkeeper, settle the bill quickly." ”

He couldn't wait to go home, find a quiet place, and finish reading the book.

Three days later, the Jiang family's bookstore was full of people.

Each of these readers held a copy of "Director Ke's Case-Solving Record" in their hands, and discussed it while walking, and the atmosphere was very warm.

"Have you guessed the method of murder in this secret room?"

"I can't guess, but I can guess how this demon kills people."

"Brother Fang is smart!" A scholar sourly slugging.

Now this group of readers like to get together to read "Director Ke's Case", they all look at the case first, then discuss the murderer's murder methods, and finally open the script to see whose conjecture is correct, if the person who can say the correct method can prove that he is smarter in front of everyone.

This casual opportunity to be in the limelight and make a name for yourself is particularly appealing.

Some people don't believe it very much, "But this book was really written by the little marquis of Jiang?" ”

"That's right, doesn't it mean that he's a good-for-nothing fool?"

"How can it be a squirrel?" A scholar said very confidently, "I heard that the Marquis of Lao Dingyuan is a figure who has passed through the heavens and the earth, how can his son be a gentleman?" This matter, it is still the people of our country who know best, I heard that Jiang Xiaohou was framed by his classmates, and the name of the gentleman was also spread by his classmates. ”

Fan Chun, who was still holding up the corpse at home, was dragged out again and became a tool for the little marquis to wash his white.

Of course, this time the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion did not send any more gifts to the Fan family, and the little Marquis now has a good reputation, so there is no need to brush it anymore.

Soon, Yang Qingquan felt that it was still necessary for his friends to brush up their reputations.

He learned from his uncle that someone had impeached Jiang Zikuan.

"Who did this Jiang Zikuan offend?" The emperor looked strange, this kind of trivial matter, no one usually impeached at all, after all, Jiang Zikuan is just an empty shelf marquis with no real power.

Yang Qingquan was very angry, "Uncle, Zikuan is kind, this case was judged incorrectly!" ”

The reason for the impeachment of the little marquis this time is simply incomprehensible.

Last time, the woman who was subjected to domestic violence, Liu, had the idea of killing her husband, but she only injured her husband's fingers and was sentenced to death. The little marquis felt that there was a problem with the verdict, and asked Qing Shallot to take the money to help the woman atone for her sins and rescue her, no matter how you look at it, this matter is the little marquis's kindness, but as a result, someone has nothing to do, and even impeached him for offending the law.

Yang Qingquan was so angry that he was about to explode, "Uncle, you don't think Zikuan did something wrong, right?" ”

Anyway, he doesn't care, he will go tomorrow to spray this reputation of the imperial history and let him talk nonsense!

The emperor glanced at his nephew and suddenly said, "I plan to let Hong Ziping go to the secretary province, can you persuade Jiang Zi to take his position?" ”

The emperor said, took out the book of "Ke Dao's Case-Solving Record", and read it with relish.

He never knew that there were so many ways to kill people in this world, Jiang Zikuan could write such a book, which means that he should be very good at solving cases, as an emperor who knows people and makes good use of them, he thinks that this world needs a little more blue sky.

Although the secretary of the province did not do a good job, and the emperor was not easy to dismiss, so he sent officials there, which was equivalent to managing books, and it was an idle job that could no longer be idle.

Yang Qingquan suddenly looked at the emperor with adoring eyes, and slapped the dragon's fart: "Uncle, you are so wise!" ”

"However, Zikuan is not interested in being an official." He sighed, "He's all about writing books now. ”

This is, of course, a lie!

But Yang Shizi can't say that Jiang Zikuan himself is a super lazy worm, he just wants to lie down and doesn't want to work, right? A workaholic like his uncle, who is uncomfortable without finishing the recital every day, can't understand why there is such an existence as salted fish in this world.

Everyone has their own ambitions, and although the emperor regrets it, it is not easy to force it.

Jiang Zhongcheng has worked for him all his life, which is equivalent to exhaustion, so he is embarrassed to let Jiang Zhongcheng's son work for him again, so as not to die of exhaustion again.

Now in the emperor's heart, Jiang Xiaohou is no longer synonymous with gentleness, he is not only a great talent, but also a multi-faceted talent, who knows business, knows how to solve cases, and also understands food, I don't know what other surprises he can bring to himself.

Seeing the book in the emperor's hand, Yang Qingquan couldn't help but smile on his face.

He had read it once when he had helped polish the article before, but he still couldn't resist the charm of the book, so he read it again at home, and each time he found something different, it was a book worth reading countless times.

The emperor turned back to the prologue page, saw the line on the preface, and looked thoughtfully at his nephew.

"I didn't expect you to be involved in this book?" The emperor asked, "Could it be that you also have the talent to solve cases?" Do you want to go to Dali Temple? ”

Yang Qingquan was taken aback, hurriedly waved his hand, and begged for mercy: "Uncle, I'm just helping to polish, I really don't have the talent to solve the case!" Look at my name, it's still behind the book, I can go to Dali Temple, and she can go too, right? ”

"Who is this Song Zhishu?" The emperor pondered, could it be that he was a great talent who was not born?

Yang Qingquan said casually: "Oh, Zikuan's maidservant." ”

The emperor looked at him suddenly, with a look of disbelief: "Jiang Zikuan actually put your name behind a maid?" ”

He couldn't help but doubt the friendship between the two, Siyuan, this kid was not as good as a maid in Jiang Zikuan's mind? As a man with countless beauties in the harem, the emperor's way of thinking is very direct, and he wonders if Jiang Zikuan is a womanizer who is fascinated by the beautiful maid.

Yang Qingquan's face was full of confusion, he didn't understand why his uncle was suddenly angry, scratched his head and said, "Because the credit of Zhishu is greater!" If you look at the part I edited, only the last two cases, the first eight cases, were all edited by Zhishu. ”

The emperor couldn't help but be dumbfounded, looking at his nephew's calm appearance, his heart became more and more fond of it.

The nephew has a pure heart, and Jiang Xiaohou is the same, he thinks too much and makes things complicated.

He smiled and said, "Why didn't Jiang Zikuan write it himself?" "Why just

dictate

Can't you write it yourself?

Yang Qingquan couldn't help but sigh,

"Zikuan's words look okay, the article is not bullshit, but there is no literary brilliance, if you let him write, it will definitely be written in the vernacular...... He and his maid had to work hard to polish and revise him. ”

When the emperor heard this, he didn't say anything, it's nothing if the literary style is not good, as long as he has the ability and is a practical worker, he likes to be the emperor.

"That's it, if there is any more difficult case between the Criminal Department and Dali Temple in the future, you can go and talk to Jiang Zikuan and ask him to help." After thinking about it, he added, "Paid." ”

Yang Qingquan packed the ticket and said: "Of course it's no problem!" ”

With his friend's money-loving virtue, as long as Dali Temple and the Criminal Department are willing to bleed, he will definitely be willing to help.

When he left the palace, Yang Qingquan's smiling face suddenly sank.

It is impossible for someone to impeach a salted fish who stays at home for no reason, who hates Jiang Zikuan so much? He didn't go to court, he didn't have real power, it was impossible to get in anyone's way, what was the point of dealing with him?

Yang Qingquan turned his head and ordered: "Ah Meng, you go and help me find out who Zikuan has offended." His eyes were dark, "Also, Liu's case stabbed me out." ”

Ah Meng responded.

Yang Qingquan has long been unable to look at the different laws between men and women in marriage, so he just took this opportunity to test the hearts of the people.

Another purpose is to whitewash Jiang Zikuan, no matter who is behind the scenes, it would be a big mistake to think that Jiang Zikuan could be smeared casually by no one in the court.

He was standing here, and he wouldn't watch someone splash dirty water on Jiang Zikuan.

**

In the Jiang family's bookstore, the shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to the endless stream of guests: "Everyone, everyone, there will be printed books tomorrow, do you want to pay a deposit first?" ”

This time, he obviously saved 30,000 copies in advance, but later saw that the book was selling well, and he had people print it day and night, and he had already reprinted it twice, but he didn't know that it was still not enough to sell.

The shopkeeper was ruthless in his heart, and when the little marquis came out with the third book, he would first print 100,000 copies for preparation!

I heard that Xiao Hou Ye is now thinking about what to write in the third book, and he should be able to write it in three months, right?

Several scholars entered the door together, and as soon as they opened their mouths, it was the little marquis's script.

"Shopkeeper, give me a copy of "Director Ke's Case"!"

The shopkeeper said proudly: "I'm sorry, it's all sold out, and it will only be available tomorrow." ”

You're still so happy when it's sold out?! The scholars who came together showed puzzlement and regret on their faces, and then took out the deposit one after another.

At this moment, someone next to him said: "I heard that someone impeached the little marquis, saying that he violated the law. ”

The shopkeeper's ears immediately pricked up, and he scolded in his heart, which king and eight lambs smeared his little master again? The little master didn't even go to the casino recently, at most he was greedy, and he wrote a script at home every day, who else could he offend?

"You're talking about Liu's case, right?" The scholars discussed, "This case is too heavy, and it doesn't matter what you do!" To be honest, I'm ashamed to be a man. ”

"If it's a big sin to think about it, then there are saints in this world."

The more the shopkeeper listened, the greener his face became, his little marquis was kind-hearted, but he was misunderstood and lawless, what kind of world is this?

Immediately, he recruited a shopkeeper

Ji said, "Look at the shop, I have something to go out." ”

**

The better Jiang Xiaohou's book sold, the more widely the story of him helping the Liu family but being falsely accused of flouting the law spread.

Now the people in the capital are divided into two factions, one group agrees with what the little marquis has done, and feels that he should not be sentenced to death; The other faction felt that Liu subjectively had the idea of killing his husband and should be sentenced.

Not only the people, but also the imperial court were divided into two factions, and they scolded each other passionately.

The gentlemen of the Guozijian didn't care about this, they hugged the gold and silver they earned from the casino, ran home and went to the ancestors to make a fool of themselves, and then took a clear stand

Support Jiang Xiaohouye.

If the gentlemen make such a fuss, how can the ancestors stand it? called the son in charge one after another, "I think Jiang Xiaohou has done the right thing." ”

The head of the house first raised his eyes to look at his own scum, originally they were all scumbags, and recently they have been addicted to arithmetic and can't extricate themselves, not to mention anything else, I heard that the arithmetic master praised them and praised them.

If you can learn this arithmetic well, it is also very beneficial, and the bigger official positions dare not think, and it is not a problem to quietly go to the household department to mix with a small official, after all, the household department is the place where the most arithmetic talents are needed in the world.

In this way, Jiang Xiaohou is indeed kind to their stupid children.

The stupid boy stupidly took out the silver and showed it to their father: "We won it, and the arithmetic and gambling skills given by the little marquis are amazing." ”

The gentlemen were triumphant, "I think at the beginning, we lost nine out of ten bets, and the money was made by the casino, and now we have more than half of the chance of winning, and when we win nine out of ten bets, we can bring down the casino." ”

Who can occupy a place in the court, which one is not an old fox?

Parents couldn't help but close their eyes, and finally couldn't help but roll up their sleeves and start fighting!

They said, why was the good and decent Jiang Xiaohou impeached? It turned out to be their children and grandchildren's fault! I don't want to think about being able to open a gambling hall in the capital, who are the people standing behind them? As the little marquis Jiang who ruined their family, it would be good if he didn't murder him, but I'm afraid that impeachment is just the beginning.

What the old foxes could think of, the little foxes thought of as well.

Yang Qingquan sighed: "Your squishy friends are too ruthless, I heard that the gambling halls in the capital are about to be bankrupted by them." ”

The little marquis moved his body and looked at the sky and the earth.

"You don't want to go out lately, it's not safe outside." The more Yang Qingquan thought about it, the more uneasy he became, "Otherwise, I'll send you two secret guards?" ”

Xiao Hou Ye said that his family's guards were also very powerful, and most of them had followed his father to the battlefield back then.

Yang Qingquan shook his head, "You don't understand, those who have been on the battlefield are different from the secret guards." "One main attack, one main guardian, the function is different.

The little marquis thought about it and felt that it was better to ask for someone than to ask for it, so he decided to arm himself to the teeth.

Yang Qingquan knew that his friend had always had great wisdom, so he immediately asked with interest: "How to arm?" ”

"Hidden weapon! For example, anesthetic needles! ”

When Yang Qingquan heard this, he immediately remembered the secret weapon that Director Ke wore on his hand that could emit anesthetic needles written by the little marquis, and he relied on this thing to catch one criminal after another.

"Can this thing be made?" Yang Qingquan was full of interest, he still thought that this secret weapon was nonsense from his friend, if he could really get it, wouldn't it be equivalent to having one more elusive weapon?

The little marquis said irresponsibly: "It's not a god

Is the strange weapon called the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle? This is a miniature version of the rainstorm pear flower needle, so it shouldn't be difficult. ”

Yang Shizi was even more interested, the rainstorm pear flower needle is a weapon in the script, he has not seen it in reality, and I heard that there was also a master who wanted to copy it, and the simple version made can fire seven or eight needles at a time, but the distance is limited. Moreover, unless poison is applied to it, the lethality is very limited, and it is not as useful as a kitchen knife

If it is a real rainstorm pear flower needle, thousands of needles at a time, then it will be lethal.

"Zikuan, how can I help?"

Yang Qingquan asked excitedly, he also wanted to build it himself.

Xiao Hou Ye said that the way Yang Shizi can help is to learn arithmetic.

Yang Qingquan was confused, "Why is it related to arithmetic?" ”

It's actually related to physics, but before you can learn physics, you have to learn mathematics first.

The little marquis secretly thought and told him, "Mathematics is the foundation!" If you think arithmetic is too boring, you can learn gambling first. ”

Guozijian's gentleman is to rely on arithmetic to kill the Quartet in front of the gambling table, it can only be said that interest is the best teacher, if it is usually for them to learn arithmetic, one by one to escape faster than flying, just for a gambling word, learn to forget to sleep and eat.

With the one-on-one teaching of the little marquis, Yang Qingquan has not learned well, after all, he is not like the gentleman who has nothing to do, and he is all devoted, Yang Shizi is still very busy.

Yang Qingquan couldn't help but say, "Zikuan, do you want to discuss it with the friends of Guozijian and let them stop a little?" If they continue to win, I'm afraid you, the culprit, won't be pleased. ”

"Do you think they'll listen to me?" The little marquis asked rhetorically, and said lightly, "Wait, I think of what to write in the third book, so I will write an arithmetic book." ”

Yang Qingquan was speechless, "You're really not afraid of death." "What's this called? Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, do you prefer to go to the tiger mountains?

The little marquis sneered: "I'm just writing arithmetic books, and people who have a heart want to use it for gambling, it's my business!" ”

Hearing this, Yang Qingquan wants to send a secret guard to the little marquis again, his friend likes to find death so much, what should he do?

"I thought of a way." Yang Qingquan said suddenly, "Don't sign your name in this arithmetic book, I will take it to Jiangnan and print it secretly, don't worry, leave this matter to me, no one will find out." ”

"You mean to look away?" The little marquis thought for a while, and his eyes rolled, "Doing things secretly, I like it!" ”

He pondered, his eyes lit up, "In this case, I'll make this arithmetic book a little taller!" The more mysterious something is, the more curious it is...... I promise that when this book comes out, no one will be my enemy again. ”

Yang Shizi looked at him suspiciously, is it possible? Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents.

The little marquis hooked Yang Shizi's neck and whispered to him: "You are interested in gambling now, go to the casino more, as soon as my book comes out, I am afraid that half of the gambling halls in the world will close down." ”

Yang Qingquan was almost curious, what book was so powerful?

"A book of course!" Xiao Hou Ye blew shamelessly, "This is a divine book I saw in my dream, and the gods taught me ......"

"Can you get the Tao?" Yang Qingquan asked coldly.

"Can't!" The little marquis clapped his hands, "Don't make trouble, in short, this book is amazing, and the arithmetic book I once wrote to Guozijian can be regarded as a connection between the previous and the next, but it is an evolved version of the ......"

Yang Qingquan listened to him quietly, what kind of immortal dream to teach the book, it must be fake, eighty percent of it was the strange book of the Western Regions that he read at the beginning, he just wrote it silently. ()

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Before, he was still a little emotional, thinking that Zikuan was rare to write a book, but it was a pity that he couldn't sign it, but now, it's not a pity at all, it wasn't written by him in the first place, and the signature can be regarded as plagiarism and stealing.

However, Jiang Zikuan, as a living gambling god, seems to have a deep hatred for gambling, and he can't wait for all the gambling halls in Dakang to go out of business......

I don't know what he thinks, he deliberately trained to become a gambling god just to kill the gambling house?

Thinking of those gamblers who sold their wives and daughters, Yang Qingquan seemed to be able to understand his friends again.

His moral character is noble, and he has good thoughts about the weak, and it is clear that as long as this so-called arithmetic book is passed on as an heirloom, even if the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion falls in the future, the life of future generations will not be too sad, but in order to make the world free of gambling, he is willing to make this precious book public.

The little marquis wrote about the same, shook his hand, and rested.

He was really tired of him, but Zhishu and Yang Shizi didn't know anything about this arithmetic, so he could only work hard to silence himself.

Yang Shizi, who is not bad at reading, but is really not very talented in arithmetic, dropped the exercises in his hand, leaned over and said: "Zikuan, your arithmetic is so good, can you guarantee that you will win 100%?" ”

"There is no 100% winning gambling in this world, if there is ......"

"What is it?" Yang Shizi is thirsty for knowledge, arithmetic is too difficult, he wants to practice gambling skills that can win without arithmetic, such as listening to the sound and arguing dice, only need to judge the size.

But it's also difficult to hear and distinguish dice, he can't hear any difference, and he doesn't know what Zikuan's ears are made of, so sensitive.

Jiang He said solemnly: "That is to stay away, never gamble." ”

Yang Qingquan couldn't help but roll his eyes, who doesn't know this? But if a gambler can do it, he is not a gambler.

Taking advantage of the break, the little marquis picked up the arithmetic problems on the table and found that there were a lot of mistakes, it seems that Yang Shizi is a standard liberal arts student.

He said rather nerve-wrackingly: "It seems that you are not talented enough in arithmetic. ”

What a pity! He sighed long, then took out a pen and paper to correct Yang Shizi's homework, and said while correcting: "I think back then, I found a strange book from my father's study, and after I learned it, I naturally knew how to count cards......

Yang Qingquan muttered in his heart, obviously Jiang Zikuan's question was too perverted.

His arithmetic isn't that bad, is he? He used to help his mother read the account books, and he also helped the household department to calculate the accounts.

Jiang He said without hesitation: "But those gentlemen of the Guozijian are better than you!" ”

If you don't learn it, it's impossible to win big in the casino, and if you can win money, it proves that you have learned almost the same amount of arithmetic.

Yang Qingquan was suddenly a little shocked.

He looked at the manuscript that Xiao Hou Ye had just written, and was amazed in his heart, but in just half an hour, he could write so much, and it seemed that if he wrote it in ten or eight days, it would be completed.

Suddenly, he asked suspiciously, "What is this?" ”

Xiao Hou Ye glanced up, "Numbers, foreign numbers." ”

Yang Qingquan was very interested, this painting is very small, such a large number, it can be expressed with only a few strokes, which is very applicable.

Yang Qingquan looked at it for a while and said, "If this number is used in the account book, it will definitely be very useful." ”

Although he is not good at arithmetic, he is still very sensitive to political affairs, he touched his chin, turned his head and asked his friend, "Zikuan, can you really not find that book of the Western Regions?" ”

"Don't think about it, I went to the toilet once......"

Yang Qingquan was very sorry and said in surprise: "Fell off the toilet? ”

The little marquis said slowly: "No, I was alone at the time and forgot to bring a paper ......"

Yang Qingquan looked disgusted at first, and then turned into a pity, he vaguely felt that this book was extremely useful, not to mention anything else, if this simple number could be used in the household department, it could save a lot of things.

Jiang He bared his teeth at him, "Don't worry, I've already remembered most of them!" Come on, I'll teach you an easier arithmetic method, you memorize all the numbers first, let's learn a quadratic equation ......."

After some study, Yang Xiaoshizi finally discovered the fun of arithmetic, and became obsessed with numbers out of control.

He felt that the little marquis was right, and after using the new learning method, he felt that he could definitely kill all sides in front of the gambling table now.!

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