A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

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The first volume of Miscellaneous Studies was delivered to the bookstore. The steward read the title, turned around and shouted, "It's Lang Jun's book."

The craftsmen came out after hearing the sound, and each of them got a copy.

"There are lines like this here, and there are also curves. I have to make movable type again."

The bookstore has all the movable type, but lines and certain symbols are not.

"What is this? I don't know it." The craftsmen were a little confused looking at the symbols and numbers. Especially those code names, I felt like I was reading a book from heaven.

Zhuang Laoshi personally delivered the book. Hearing this, he said, "Mr. Lang said, whether you recognize it or not, all you have to do is follow the instructions above."

The steward said: "That's easy, just copy the cat and the tiger."

"Get it started! If something goes wrong in Lang Jun's book, someone will skin him!" the steward was roaring.

The craftsmen were making new movable type while typesetting.

Those triangles, and those lines, had to be remade.

After a day of fussing, everything is ready.

"That..." The steward called for help with a sacred look on his face.

An old craftsman hesitated for a moment, "This is the work of Lang Jun. Lang Jun is the Duke of Yan, the descendant of the Mang Mountain lineage. The Mangshan lineage is full of dead people. This needs to be done as a ritual, right? Otherwise, I will be a little worried."

"Yes! Once this book is released, all the ghosts and gods in Mang Mountain will come and cause trouble for us."

"..."

Well!

This is a problem!

The steward was a little scared when he thought about this.

"Go and ask the monk to come."

So when Shen An came to inspect the work, he saw several monks chanting sutras.

"What do you mean?" He was a little confused.

The steward said flatteringly: "Mr. Lang, aren't we all worried about the ghosts and gods of Mang Mountain coming to trouble us, so we invited monks to perform rituals."

Well!

Shen An was furious, but couldn't stop it.

It was he who came up with the definition of Mang Mountain. It is also true that Mang Mountain is full of tombs.

In the eyes of everyone, this husband was probably the man who wandered around the cemetery. He had nothing to do all day long, either bragging with the emperor in a certain grave or talking nonsense with the ghost of a certain prime minister.

Why!

Feudal superstition kills people!

"Mr. Lang, please also offer some incense."

The steward felt that he had done the right thing, otherwise how could Lang Jun look so relaxed.

Shen An put on the incense and thought that this manager could be sent to Izumo Temple in the future.

Later, when the religious ceremony ended, the bookstore was in full swing, and new books were printed one after another and then bound into volumes.

Shen An flipped through a book, smelled the ink, and said, "Now someone is famous in history."

The steward smiled and said: "Isn't that right, Mr. Lang? The more this book is sold, the more famous you will be. In a few decades, you will definitely be a great Confucian."

Big sister!

Shen An pointed to the words on the book, and the manager said awkwardly: "It's miscellaneous studies, miscellaneous... miscellaneous..."

"Go to work!" Shen An felt that this guy was about to say the word Zaru, so he drove him away with a black line on his head.

After returning home, Shen An told his family that the whole family would go out for breakfast tomorrow morning.

"Why?" Yang Zhuoxue felt a little weird.

From the time they got married, the Shen family's rule was to eat breakfast at home as much as possible, and occasionally go out for lunch or dinner.

Is the official twitching?

Yang Zhuoxue looked at her husband with sympathetic eyes.

Shen An has been a little restless since last night, saying something that will go down in history.

Is the condition more serious now?

"What's that look in your eyes?" Shen An was stunned, "There's no reason why. Wouldn't it be nice for the whole family to go out for a walk once in a while?"

"Okay." Yang Zhuoxue felt that she was a follower of the three obediences and the four virtues and wanted to give her husband face.

…

In a restaurant in Bianliang, Wen Yanbo was invited by Lu Hui, and Sima Guang and others were also there.

"Wen Xiang, Shen An's miscellaneous studies will be out soon." Lu Jie sneered: "I thought it would be left out in the cold and no one would buy it!"

Another man said: "Why do you study? Isn't it just to become an official? Who wants to study if you can't take the imperial examination if you study miscellaneous subjects? These days, a certain person has been waiting to see jokes and see how many copies he can sell." "

Wen Yanbo smiled slightly but said nothing.

Sima Guang said calmly: "After Shen An's words at Dasheng Academy, many people said that miscellaneous studies are not without merit."

Lu Jie said: "What kind of civilization, nonsense! Jun Shi, I made a bet with you that after the book comes out, the Shen Family Academy will definitely be deserted."

Sima Guang didn't speak, just raised his glass.

Everyone drank it all and laughed.

…

After the exercise the next day, Shen An and his family went out.

It was a bit cold in Bianliang in the early morning, and the carriage moved slowly in the cold.

The restaurants and shops on the street were steaming hot and crowded.

Chinese people are the most industrious. They can go out early and come back late all year round to work hard for their family.

All the way to a restaurant, the shopkeeper who had been notified yesterday came out to greet him. In a voice similar to a shout, he shouted excitedly: "I have met the Duke!"

Duke Shen Guo came to a certain restaurant for dinner!

The shopkeeper's shout alerted the people nearby, so the advertisement was considered a success.

Shen An knew the trick he was playing. He was nothing more than the famous gourmet of the Song Dynasty. The number one chef Shen Guogong actually came to a certain restaurant for breakfast. This shows how good the food in the restaurant is!

"Your Majesty, please."

The shopkeeper's flattery made Yang Zhuoxue feel a little uncomfortable, so she pulled Guoguo.

Guoguo was looking diagonally across the street, "Sister-in-law, our bookstore is over there."

Yang Zhuoxue also saw it.

The bookstore has just opened, and the clerks are sweeping the place, and then they carry out the large desks in neat clothes.

This is Shen An's instructions. The bookstore must sweep the road in front of it.

If every household was like this and everyone knew how to sweep the snow in front of their door, then the entire capital would be amazingly clean.

Stacks of new books that still smell like ink were carried out and placed on the desk.

A passerby took one look at it and said in surprise: "He's actually a miscellaneous student?"

The steward stood on the side and said somewhat uneasily: "Yes, it's miscellaneous studies. Do I need to buy a copy?"

He was instructed to go all out on printing and forget about sales.

But as the manager of a bookstore, how could he ignore this matter?

If he prints too much and cannot sell it, he will feel that he has neglected his duty.

This is the moral integrity of people at this moment.

The man opened it and took a look, then raised his head and said happily: "I want it, how much does it cost?"

The steward swore he had never seen such ecstatic eyes before, and he subconsciously said: "Three pennies."

"I want five copies!"

The man groped and groped from his arms, and found out fifteen cents. Then he took five books, asked for a piece of oil paper, wrapped the books, and carefully put them into his arms.

"The bulge is inconvenient." The steward felt that a large lump suddenly bulged in his chest, which was really uncomfortable.

The man smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, this is the best."

The steward asked curiously: "Why did you buy five copies?"

"One copy for the children in the family, one copy for the children in the eldest brother's family, one copy for the second brother's family..."

The steward is a bit dull.

"I have long heard that the Duke's miscellaneous subjects include astronomy and geography, but Mangshan Academy is too difficult to get into, so I was wondering if I could buy some books and study them at home, but now they are available, and they are so cheap..."

The man cupped his hands and said: "Please also tell the Duke that this kind of loss-making business is a meritorious deed. I will always remember it."

The steward's eyes felt hot, and he was a little uncomfortable with the emotion.

yes!

Each book costs three cents, and you will lose a penny when you get it. But Lang Jun said without hesitation: "Just print it, you can lose all the Shen family's money."

This is such a big heart, the steward couldn't help but be deeply moved.

On the second floor of the restaurant, Shen An opened the window and glanced to the left.

That's the bookstore over there.

He saw the man's chest was bulging and he was walking happily.

"Brother, have breakfast."

"Daddy, eat!"

"Daddy..."

There was a noise behind him, and Shen felt warm in his heart, and turned around.

The waiter has already brought breakfast, which is very rich, but according to Shen An's explanation, the portion is not much.

Tofu curd has now become one of the breakfast choices for people in the capital. Some rich people like to add sugar, which Shen An finds incredible.

"Tofu brain is meant to be eaten salty and spicy."

Seeing Yang Zhuoxue adding sugar to tofu nao, Shen An felt that the couple's tastes were drifting away.

Yang Zhuoxue couldn't help frowning when she saw that he added too much hot sauce.

Shen An glanced at the tofu noodle in her bowl and shook her head slightly, feeling that she really couldn't eat it.

The couple looked at each other, and that weird feeling of strangeness came out again.

Shen An feels that the couple needs to have this sense of strangeness from time to time, otherwise the beauty will feel like a right-hand man and rely on family ties to maintain their relationship.

"Taro, don't bully edamame."

Guoguo maintained order there and made trouble with her two nephews.

The atmosphere of this morning was so beautiful that Shen An felt that this was the right way to live.

"Don't squeeze!"

He heard the shouting and got up and went to the window.

The outside of the bookstore was already packed to the brim.

The manager never expected that so many people would come to buy books, and he didn't report it to the people at the military patrol shop in advance, so he was dumbfounded.

"Go and report to the official!"

There are at least five hundred people gathered in this street at the moment, and there are people coming outside after hearing the news.

"Someone wants to buy general knowledge books!"

"So is a certain person."

"Where are you from, brother?"

"It's at the first bridge in the outer city."

"Hey! Then we're not far away! A certain house is right at the entrance of the alley."

"That's the neighborhood."

The book buyers murmured all the way, and the vendors cleverly came carrying baskets.

"Cooking cakes, these are hot cooking cakes. You will choke to death after taking one bite!"

What the hell!

Who dares to sell like this?

When everyone took a look, it turned out to be a recently famous hawker in Bianliang.

Others are eager to make the cakes bigger when they sell them, but he is different. The cakes he sells are very solid and chewy. In a word, they are genuine and do not suffer any loss.

Later, he felt that ordinary hawking could not express his excellence in making cakes, so he developed this slogan.

"Two of them!"

"I want one."

If you eat the choking cake, you need to drink water, otherwise you will choke.

"Don't crowd, spread out!"

The people from the military patrol shop came after hearing the news and began to maintain order.

"What are you buying?"

The leader squeezed in and took a look. Seeing that he was selling books, he asked, "Whose book is this?"

When the steward saw them coming, he couldn't help but said as if he was being pardoned: "This is a letter from my husband."

"No wonder, go and call more brothers!"

The steward handed over his hand and said, "Thank you very much. I'll treat the brothers to drinks later."

The leader smiled and said, "The prince is generous, so you're welcome. What kind of books are you selling?"

The steward said proudly: "My husband's miscellaneous studies cost three cents each."

The leader was startled, then quietly squeezed over, touched the three pennies and said, "Give me a copy."

Logically he should wait in line, but with so many people here, he would have to wait until noon at least.

So this guy wanted to use the back door.

The steward pointed at him, smiled ambiguously, and then said, "No need for money."

"Don't." The leader said seriously: "It seems that these three cents were sold at a loss. Although I go to eat for free on weekdays, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net But this is knowledge! I don't dare to blaspheme knowledge. .”

This is the moral outlook of the people of the Song Dynasty at this moment.

You can blaspheme anything, but you cannot blaspheme knowledge.

The steward gave him a book, but someone saw it.

One grumpy person yelled: “There’s no line!”

"shameless!"

call out!

call out!

All kinds of breakfasts flew over. In an instant, the steward and the boss were dripping with soup and were in a miserable state.

"Let's go."

The leader wiped the dirt off his face and ducked into the crowd.

"Let's drink later!" The steward was so beaten that he hid in the store.

"Don't crowd, don't make a fuss!"

Shen An shouted from the second floor of the restaurant. The people below looked up and saw that it was him, and they immediately became excited.

"Mr. Shen, I want to buy a book."

Damn it!

Something is wrong!

Someone started to rush in. Shen An's face turned pale, and he quickly ran away from the back door with his whole family.

Later, the owner of the restaurant finally got these enthusiastic people away. Looking at the restaurant that had been ravaged, he couldn't help crying.

"Shen Guogong will definitely give him money." A waiter felt that the shopkeeper underestimated Shen An's integrity.

The shopkeeper thought for a while and said proudly: "No, no matter how much you pay me, don't renovate this place in the future, just keep it like this. When those people come and ask, just say that the business was too good and it was squeezed out."

This idea was so strange that the guys looked at each other.

"Hey! Isn't that the steward of Prime Minister Wen's family?"

Someone pointed at a sneaky man and said.

The shopkeeper rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. Isn't it right?

"This Mr. Wen is against miscellaneous studies. He even sent his family to buy it. This shows that this book is great. Quick, go and queue up to buy a few copies."

——When miscellaneous knowledge comes out, paper in Bianliang becomes expensive!