Datang: Empress mother-in-law sent Li Er to test me

Tang Jian licked his lips, eager to try: "You said if I copy books and sell them, can I make money?"

Zhang Dun mused, "That's at least a [-]-percent start."

Tang Jian's eyes lit up, but he quickly shook his head, "Forget it, the old man is an official of the imperial court, and if he really wants to copy books and sell them for money, he will be found out by Yushitai, and he will be admitted."

Zhang Dun looked at him and said, "I'm also an official of the imperial court."

"Can the old man compare with you?"

Tang Jian rolled his eyes and said.

Who are you? Your fiancée is Princess Changle, and your backstage is the current emperor!

Today's son Li Erbao protects you, even if Yushitai smashes his mouth, he can't join you.

"It's Tang Fu Yin, don't hang your face."

Zhang Dun looked at Tang Jian who looked like a wronged little daughter-in-law angrily and amusedly. He didn't know what he was thinking, and said, "I have time some other day. I will copy a book by hand and give it to you."

"That's still a human saying," Tang Jian snorted softly, but couldn't hide a smile on his face, and cupped his hands and said, "I'll stop being disrespectful. In the future, if you have nothing to do, come and sit at my house. When the time comes, I will let you Sister-in-law, cook some delicious dishes yourself."

"No problem." Zhang Dun smiled and nodded.

After seeing Tang Jian off, Zhang Dun looked back and saw Hu Guangzheng with his head bowed solemnly, standing at the counter and tapping his abacus.

Zhang Dun smiled and said, "Brother Hu, how much did you earn today?"

"Yes." Hu Guang said without raising his head, dialing the abacus.

"Does it still count?"

Zhang Dun broke his fingers and said with a smile: "Miss Yang's handwritten copy, one hundred guan, earned a thousand guan, and the manuscript I wrote earned two thousand guan, plus the three hundred books I prepared in advance , each book costs two guan, and sold a total of [-] guan, which adds up to [-] guan.”

Hu Guang flicked the fingers of the abacus, looked up at him, and said, "You think I'm stupid, brother, I'm not counting this, but your Chang'an Bookstore, how much you can earn in the future!"

Zhang Dun asked curiously, "How are you doing?"

Hu Guang said angrily: "You interrupted me, I miscalculated, and I have to recalculate."

Zhang Dun couldn't hold back his laughter. Seeing Hu Guang's face flushed, he suppressed a smile and said, "Brother Hu, keep counting. I'll go back to Zuixian Tower first."

"Go, go!" Hu Guang waved his hand, and said, "I'll look after it for you in the store, and when I figure it out, I'll go find you!"

Zhang Dun turned around and walked to the Zuixian Building opposite, and went straight to the room where Yang Changrou was on the second floor.

At this moment, the door of the room was open. Yang Changrou, tall and graceful, with her hair in a bun, was wearing a long skirt, sitting upright behind the desk, with her head bowed and holding a pen, writing vigorously.

Zhang Dun entered the room with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile, "Miss Yang, are you still copying books?"

Chapter 356 Penny!Yang Changrou's shock

Yang Changrou raised her head, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, and said softly, "This is the content that follows."

Zhang Dun saw a stack of papers on the copybook, obviously she had been rushing to draft these days, shook her head and said, "Take a rest, don't be tired."

Yang Changrou lowered her head and wrote vigorously while writing, "My family is not tired. If I can write more now, I can earn more money."

In the past, she had no worries about food and clothing in Wanhua Building, but she was not free.

And fear every day.

I'm afraid that one day, because I can't make money in Wanhua Building, I will be forced to list by the bustard.

It's different now. Although I have to think about how to live in the future every day, I feel relaxed and at ease.

Don't be scared anymore.

Zhang Dun sighed. Although the women in the Tang Dynasty were better than those in the Song and Yuan Dynasties, they were not much better.

"When you were in the brothel, how much money did you make a month?"

Hearing Zhang Dun's inquiry, Yang Changrou said without hesitation: "You can earn ten thousand yuan a month by writing questions."

Zhang Dun frowned and said, "So few?"

Yang Changrou hummed, "The bustard made a lot of money. If she is not allowed to make more money, the servant's house will have to be listed. She is no longer innocent."

"Now, although the slave family can't make much money, at least they are at ease."

"There is no need to worry about which day will be listed in the future."

Seeing the unconcealable smile on Yang Changrou's beautiful face while speaking, Zhang Dun smiled and said, "Now, you can make a lot of money."

Hearing this, Yang Changrou froze the pen in her hand and looked at him in confusion.

"Sold all the books today."

While talking with a smile, Zhang Dun stretched his palms into his arms, put the two strings of money on the case, and said, "This is your money."

"Two pennies? So much."

Yang Changrou's eyes lit up, she put down the local pen in her hand, counted carefully, and said in surprise.

She copied the books, and only copied for two days.

You can actually earn twice!

Doesn't that mean that you can earn sixty yuan a month!

This is more than earning in Wanhualou!

Seeing Yang Changrou's excited expression, Zhang Dun smiled and said, "It's quite a lot."

"I'll leave the rest at the door for you."

"You continue to write, I have to go out."

Watching Zhang Dun turn and leave, Yang Changrou was both excited and confused.

What is the rest?

But seeing that Zhang Dun had already left, Yang Changrou shook her head, put her thoughts aside, looked at the two pennies on the copybook, and raised the corners of her mouth again.

The money, clean!

Moreover, it was the money I earned word by word!

This is the joy of harvest?A smile spread on Yang Changrou's pretty face, and she carefully held the two pennies in her hand, and counted penny after penny again.

Money, she has seen a lot.

Not to mention two guan, I have seen two hundred guan.

But never has there been such a sense of joy as today.

Yang Changrou thought for a while, stood up and took out a wooden box, carefully put the two strings of money into it.

Suddenly, the maidservant's cry sounded outside the door: "Little lady, come and help me!"

"It's so heavy, I can't move it."

Yang Changrou turned her head, and saw the maid struggling to hold a wooden box, standing at the door panting.

Yang Changrou walked over curiously, and took the wooden box from her hand.

As soon as the wooden box fell into her hand, Yang Changrou felt the weight of the wooden box, almost staggered, and asked in surprise, "What is this?"

"do not know."

The maid shook her head, "The slave's house was downstairs just now, and Ping Kangbo asked me to bring it up for the young lady."

"Move in first."

Yang Changrou let out a sigh, and followed the maidservant to carry the wooden box on the desk.

When the wooden box was opened by her, the master and servant in the house stopped breathing for a few seconds, and looked at the things lying in the wooden box with dull expressions.

The golden pimples shine brightly in the wooden box.

Yang Changrou said in disbelief, "These... are all gold?"

The maid opened her mouth and said, "That's right, it's all gold! How much does it cost!"

Yang Changrou forced herself to calm down, but the little white hand that stretched out to grab the golden pimple trembled visibly to the naked eye.

"Count it and see how much money there is!"

The maid nodded hurriedly, and together with Yang Changrou, turned the wooden box.

Soon, the master and the servant calculated the value of the gold.

Yang Changrou said with a trembling voice, "How much?"

The maid couldn't hide her trembling voice, "If these are all exchanged for pennies, there will be a thousand strings!"

One thousand strings...

Yang Changrou covered her lips, the shock in her heart almost overflowed.

Is this what Zhang Dun just said "the rest"?

She turned her head and glanced at the two coins she had just packed up.

I thought two bucks would be enough.

Unexpectedly, more to come!

Yang Changrou ordered the maid to take care of the gold, and walked downstairs quickly.

Downstairs, Zhang Dun just walked in with a few wooden boxes.

"Ping Kangbo!"

Yang Changrou couldn't help but let out a cry.

Zhang Dun heard the reputation, saw her looking at him with complicated eyes, and asked curiously: "Miss Yang, what's the matter?"

Yang Changrou took a deep breath and asked, "Why did you give so much money to my family?"

"That's a thousand strings!"

She pronounced the word "one thousand strings" very clearly.

It turned out that this was the question, Zhang Dun smiled and said, "That's what you earned."

"Impossible!" Yang Changrou stared at him, shook her head, and said decisively.

"Why, you still don't believe it?"

Zhang Dun leaned against the counter and said with a smile, "I asked you to write the book, right?"

Yang Changrou nodded.

Zhang Dun continued: "Then, I took the book you wrote, engraved and printed [-] copies, and one book sold for [-] yuan, which is [-] copies."

"I asked you to copy ten copies by hand."

"I have to say, Miss Yang's characters are very popular in Chang'an City."

Zhang Dun raised a finger and said seriously: "One book sold for a hundred bucks."

Yang Changrou opened her mouth and looked at him in disbelief, "It's so expensive and someone buys it?"

Zhang Dun laughed, "Look, you just don't have confidence in yourself."

"Not only did you sell your manuscript this time, but I also copied ten books, one of which was sold, and one of my manuscripts sold for two hundred guan."

Yang Changrou shook her head and said, "This is different."

Who is Zhang Dun, Ping Kangbo!

When he was not the county magistrate of the founding of the country, he took part in the imperial examination, and even became the new champion of the Tang Dynasty!

Before that, he also participated in the poetry event.

According to rumors, Chu Suiliang was full of praise for Zhang Dun's handwriting at the poetry event!

Therefore, the two have become year-end friends!

Zhang Dun's calligraphy sold for two hundred guan, which Yang Changrou took for granted.

But I am different.

She is just a brothel woman.

Whether it is status, status, or fame, they are far inferior to Zhang Dun!