The happy life of a prodigal

Lu Si cast a glance at him and said in his heart: You ask me, who should I ask?

After thinking for a while, he waved his hand and said, "I won't print the book for the time being, rest for a while, and wait for someone to submit a manuscript."

Waiting for someone to contribute...

The guy was startled, his excited expression froze on his face, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

What does the shopkeeper mean by this?

Doesn't our Zhuxuanzhai have permanent literati who write manuscripts?

If this is the case, then how does this bookstore make a profit, relying on helping people to print the meager money?

The money earned in this way is not as good as renting out the shop and collecting the rent quickly.

After hesitating for a long time, I still couldn't help asking: "Shopkeeper, when will our bookstore receive manuscripts?"

"Do your own thing well, don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Lu Si was depressed in his heart, and when he heard him asking here and there, he naturally had a bad face.

Seeing that the shopkeeper was unhappy, the clerk surnamed Zhang didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he answered 'yes' in a low voice, and then went to work on his own.

In fact, there is nothing to be busy about.

There are only so many scholars.

Those who write books are even rarer, and there are not many in the entire capital. There is a fixed place to print books on weekdays, so naturally I will not come to your newly opened bookstore.

The door is open, and the fact that no one has come to the door all day speaks for itself.

I thought I could find a better place to go after leaving Wanjuan Building, but I didn't expect that it was just doing some handyman's work.

The guy sighed.

The original excitement that was eager to try had already dissipated with the shopkeeper's cold stare.

The guy was depressed, and the shopkeeper Lu Si was even more depressed.

He used to work as a shopkeeper in Chunfeng Building, and in just one month, he earned tens of thousands of taels of silver.

Although most of them had to be sent to the Fang Mansion, the money flowing from the fingers was enough for the whole family to live a decent life.

Inexplicably, he was transferred to set up this bullshit bookstore, and he doesn't know when it will be profitable.

Even if they wait until the day when they really make a profit, the money they earn may not be comparable to that of the Chunfeng Building next door.

I really don't understand why the young master insists on running this bookstore?

Could it be... the young master has a brain disease?

Lu Si thought of the rumors circulating in the market, and felt a 'thump' in his heart.

Just when he was disheartened and felt that the future was gloomy, a familiar figure appeared at the door.

The man surnamed Zhang was sweeping the floor, when he saw someone walking in, he hurriedly went up to meet him, and asked, "This guest official, should you print the book or submit it?"

"Contribution."

Holding a stack of manuscripts in his hand, Bai Xiaochun looked around and asked, "Where's your shopkeeper?"

"I'm here......"

Hearing a familiar voice, Lu Si hurriedly got up, walked over, saluted, and asked: "The little manager is here, but what is the young master's order?"

Bai Xiaochun nodded, passed the manuscript in his hand to Lu Si, and said, "Master orders you to print the first three volumes of this "Romance of the West Chamber" first."

Lu Si took the manuscript, glanced at it hastily, and asked, "Do you have any other orders?"

Bai Xiaochun said: "No, the young master said, during the period of Zhuxuanzhai, you don't need to do other things, just concentrate on printing books."

"Can......"

Lu Si opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything, just nodded and said, "Yes."

Bai Xiaochun seemed to have other things to do, put down the manuscript, and hurriedly left the bookstore.

Lu Si put his eyes on the manuscript sent by the young master, and couldn't help sighing.

How can a book support a bookshop?

The young master thought a little easier this time...

Chapter 56 last three volumes

In the palace, Chu Huang had just finished discussing the tea-horse trade policy with the cabinet ministers, walked out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and when he passed a certain palace, he suddenly heard laughter coming from inside.

The brows could not help but frown, and then relaxed.

Because of the matter of the emperor's grandmother, the harem was much quieter than before. Although it was full of filial piety, it always seemed lifeless.

At this moment, it doesn't hurt to have more laughter.

Thinking of this, Emperor Chu smiled and stepped into the palace.

In the palace, Concubine Shu and Concubine Hua didn't know what they were talking about, but they didn't find Emperor Chu.

It wasn't until he approached that they stood up one after another and saluted: "The concubine has seen Your Majesty!"

After the Emperor Chu sat down, he waved his hands and said, "I'm here to have a cup of tea and have a rest. You can continue talking, don't worry about me."

Although Emperor Chu said so, the two concubines did not play around as before, and just sat there quietly.

Chu Huang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked, "What were you talking about just now, so happy?"

Concubine Shu smiled and said: "Yan'er brought a book into the palace a few days ago, and the concubine thought it was pretty, so she showed it to Concubine Hua's younger sister."

Hearing that his daughter had brought a book with her when she returned to the palace, the Emperor Chu showed surprise: "Book?"

Concubine Shu said: "It's just a storybook for idle love. If you have nothing to do, you can relieve boredom, but you can't enter the elegant hall."

"Ah."

Emperor Chu nodded, feeling quite emotional: "Although Yan'er is a little noisy on weekdays, it is rare to be filial..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help thinking of the fine wine that Yan'er brought for him when he left the palace a few days ago.

Drinking it in one gulp, it is like poison into the throat, the throat is burning with fire, the intestines in the abdomen are pierced and rotten, but after that, the aftertaste is endless.....

That taste is really unforgettable.

It's a pity that such fine nectar and jade liquid are rare in the world, even if he is the Son of Great Chu, he doesn't know how many times he can drink it in his life.

Concubine Shu and Concubine Hua were quiet when they saw that Emperor Chu was in a trance, as if lost in memory.

After a while, Emperor Chu came back to his senses, as if remembering something, he suddenly asked, "What has Yan'er been doing lately?"

Concubine Shu smiled slightly, and said: "When my concubine passed by Anle Palace recently, I often heard the sound of the piano. Come to think of it, that child is honing his piano skills."

Qin art?

Emperor Chu shook his head.

Yan'er is his youngest daughter and his favorite princess.

In the whole world, apart from her mother and concubine, few people know better than him.

It is still possible to wield knives and guns in the palace.

As soon as Lianqin said, thinking about it, it was just an excuse made up by Concubine Shu to protect the child.

Everyone has the feeling of licking a calf, even myself is no exception.

The Emperor of Chu didn't care about Concubine Shu's words, but said: "Yan'er has reached the age of marriage, although there is a three-year agreement, but you can't let your temper as usual, as a concubine mother, you are usually married. You have to be good at teaching.”

Concubine Shu said: "The concubine understands."

Emperor Chu nodded, chatted with the two concubines for a while, and then got up to leave.

But at this time, a little maid rushed in excitedly, shouting: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I have found the last three scrolls!"

As soon as she stepped into the palace, she realized that the atmosphere was not right. She looked up and saw His Majesty sitting on the chair.

The little maid hurriedly knelt down, her body trembling, and she said in a trembling voice: "Slave, I didn't know that your majesty was coming, and I disturbed your majesty, my servant, my servant will die..."

"Those who don't know are innocent, you don't have to be so nervous."

Chu Huang waved his hand and said.

The little maid knew that the Holy Majesty was always generous, and she relaxed a lot when she heard this, but she still knelt on the ground and did not dare to get up.

It wasn't until he heard the voice of "get up", that he got up and saluted, and stood behind Concubine Shu.

Emperor Chu glanced at the manuscript in her hand, and asked, "Is this the text of what you just said?"

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

Concubine Shu explained: "This story is originally called "The Story of the West Chamber", Yan'er only brought the first three volumes, and the courtiers and concubines thought it was very beautiful, so they asked someone to find it.

This book is a lonely copy, and there is no signature on it. The courtiers did not report that there was hope, but they found it unexpectedly. Presumably, it was thanks to His Majesty's great blessing. "

An unsigned copy?

Emperor Chu became interested, and waved his hands: "If that's the case, let me show it to you."

Concubine Shu winked at the little maid, who immediately understood and hurriedly presented the manuscript with both hands.

Emperor Chu took the manuscript, flipped through a few pages casually, read it hastily, and was even more surprised.

In his opinion, this "Romance of the West Chamber" is just an ordinary love story between a man and a woman, and there is nothing special about it.

But if he is not good, how can he attract his daughter and several concubines?

Could it be that this book is the type that women like?

Emperor Chu raised his eyes, glanced at Concubine Shu and Concubine Hua, and saw that there was a faint look of expectation in their eyes, and he no longer doubted in his heart.

It's just that there are no scholars in this world who have studied hard for ten years in the cold window, hoping that one day they will be able to obtain fame in the future.

And who is willing to ponder women's minds and write books about them?

The Emperor of Chu couldn't help being interested in the author of "The Romance of the West Chamber". He looked at the little palace lady who presented the book, and asked casually, "Do you know who wrote this book?"

Listening to His Majesty's question, the little palace maid summoned up her spirits and summoned up her courage and said, "I heard that it was done by a man named Fang Xiu."

Fangxiu?

As if thinking of something, Emperor Chu's expression became a little strange.

He took a sip of his tea and immediately felt relieved.

Come to think of it, it's just the same name.

Even though that rich prodigal son gave him a good impression, he was only good.

To say that at such a young age, he not only knows the way of governing the country, but also understands women's minds, and can write books about them, is really unbelievable.

correct......

Emperor Chu suddenly remembered that this son had said before that he would send wine into the palace, why there was no news until now.

Could it be that he lied to me?

The so-called good wine is just an excuse, but it is actually used to cover up his behavior of buying and selling by force and oppressing goodness?

Thinking of this, Emperor Chu's face darkened.

Concubine Shu and Concubine Hua were very thoughtful, and seeing this scene, their hearts sank.

Especially Concubine Shu, her face turned pale.

After hesitating for a long time, he said, "Your Majesty, what is wrong with this book?"

Emperor Chu shook his head, but did not speak.

Concubine Shu said again: "If Your Majesty doesn't like this book, my concubine will burn this book and never read it again."

Emperor Chu raised his eyes, glanced at her, and said with a smile: "It's a good book, what to do if you burn it, I was thinking about other things just now, and it has nothing to do with you or this book."

Concubine Shu and Concubine Hua were relieved when they heard this.

They haven't read the last three volumes yet.

It just burned... I always feel a little pity.

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