Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

In early August, someone from Yikun Palace came with the news.

This person was the eunuch Fang who had dealt with him several times before: "Big brother, Jiu Ye said that the album has been printed and he has left five copies for you. You can see them when you return home."

"..." Calculating the time, it took a full month to carve the blocks and print. Honghui finally realized how difficult and tedious it is to print a book nowadays! Comparing it with later times, forget it, no need to say more, it would be sad to say it.

When Honghui returned home, he actually saw the real thing.

The five picture albums were made of different materials: jute paper, bamboo paper, peach blossom paper, ribbed paper, and rice paper. The picture albums made of the five materials were placed on the desk in order. The picture album made of rice paper was even painted with colors, which gave Honghui a great shock.

"Father, Uncle Jiu, this..." Is Uncle Jiu mentally okay?

Yinzhen replied half helplessly and half collapsed: "Don't ask, your uncle has always had extraordinary ideas, and he can come up with so many ideas for a picture album! Honghui, do you know how many picture albums he has printed?"

Honghui shook his head in agreement and estimated a number, "There should be at least two or three hundred books, right? Otherwise, it would be a shame for Uncle Jiu to spend so much effort!"

"Two or three hundred copies? Haha, he increased it fivefold! Before, it was agreed that they would just print a hundred or so copies and sell them, but now there are 1,800 copies, and there are a full 50 albums made of rice paper. Your uncle Jiu thinks the money is too hot to handle, so he tried every means to throw it into the water to hear the sound!"

Honghui was extremely shocked. Did Uncle Jiu make such a big fuss? Not to mention the pigments, just the material of the paper, isn't Xuan paper mostly used for literati paintings and calligraphy? Such valuable paper was cut into a picture album. Can Uncle Jiu make back the money?

"Father, Uncle Nine really kept it a secret. My son didn't hear anything..."

Yinzhen waved his hand and interrupted his eldest son: "You studied hard in the palace, how could you know your uncle's actions? Even I didn't know about this! Your uncle was very good at hiding the truth from the world. He only mentioned it to me after the album was delivered to my door. He said that more than a thousand copies were printed this time. Tsk!"

"..."Ah, is Uncle Jiu crazy?

He is just a six-year-old child, not a master of calligraphy or painting, and this picture album is not indispensable. What on earth is Uncle Jiu thinking? Why does he have so much confidence in him?

But he had no confidence in himself! He had learned painting from scratch in this life, so at most he was more knowledgeable. For this album, if he could sell two or three hundred copies, that would be the limit. The rest would have nowhere to go except to keep them in the bottom of the box. Wouldn't Uncle Jiu's money be wasted?

As for relying on his status as the emperor's grandson to get his subordinates to come forward and pay tribute to him, that was absolutely impossible! He would rather keep it in the bottom of the box than be embarrassed.

At this moment, Honghui really wanted to visit his uncle right away and say, "Uncle Jiu, you are too impulsive!"

But he knew that his father must have said everything that needed to be said, so there was no need for him to go to his house to question him, so he finally suppressed his thoughts and just said, "Uncle Jiu is the one who makes the decision," as his reply.

Yinzhen, who was scolded by his fourth brother, saw it all and thought that Honghui believed in his decision and had full trust in him as his uncle!

Yinzhen thought about it for a while, then started to sell the picture album with great emotion.

Let’s not talk about how he sold the picture album, let’s just talk about the worries in Honghui’s heart.

Since that day, Honghui would ask a few questions every time he returned to the mansion, but the facts gave him a heavy blow! This was just the beginning of a bad start, could everything go smoothly in the future?

It wasn’t until the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th that my luck finally started to turn around!

On the evening of August 14, Honghui returned home and asked as usual: "Father, is there any news from Uncle Jiu? Is the album sales still not going well?"

Yinzhen nodded first, then shook his head after a while, "Not many people bought your album at first, but in the past two days, two or three hundred copies have been sold. I wonder how your uncle did it?"

Honghui breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't relax at all: "That's good. I'm afraid something will go wrong and cause Uncle Jiu to lose a lot of money! Uncle Jiu's business skills are beyond doubt. He can even sell ordinary picture albums like this. If he does other businesses, it will be even more powerful!"

After all the calculations, his picture album has sold about 400 copies, which is almost half of the total. I don't know who will buy this "useless" picture album? A thin book like "Three Character Classic" is enough for enlightenment, so can a picture album play a role?

What shocked him even more was that there were people buying the rice paper painting album that cost more than one hundred taels of silver per copy. And it wasn't just one or two people who bought it. It was said that five or six copies of the rice paper painting album had been sold!

Honghui really couldn't understand the thoughts of those rich and powerful people, but he wouldn't ask.

Yinzhen also couldn't understand the logic behind this. It was just a few events, a few matchmakers, and two or three "rewards". How could so many people buy into it? The ninth brother didn't bully people by taking advantage of his power!

If he couldn't figure it out, he simply gave up. He didn't have the brains for business! Besides, there were quite a few albums left, and it was still unknown whether he could continue this smoothly.

"Let him handle the album. Even if he fails, it's because Lao Jiu was impulsive. It has nothing to do with you! In any case, you have accomplished your mission. Don't be bound by the world's views. Forget about the album!"

Honghui didn't say anything else, just nodded silently.

Yinzhen rubbed his brows and said with a faint smile: "You are tired after working hard all day, so go down and rest first. Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival, you must have a good sleep!"

"Yes, son, I'll take my leave first." After saying this, Honghui turned around and left the study.

The next day, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, a family banquet was held in the front yard, and all the masters and dignitaries in the mansion gathered together again.

The women in the backyard gathered together to argue, the younger generation of imperial grandchildren had their own fun, and Prince Yinzhen smiled as he watched his eldest son calmly deal with the childish remarks from his younger brothers and sisters.

"A bowl of tea, a glass of wine, and an idle person in this bustling world!" Yinzhen couldn't help but sigh.

Honghui had sharp ears and heard his father's mumbling immediately, but he didn't care at all. He just rolled his eyes slightly and continued to answer Hongshi's countless "whys".