I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Mr. Zhou Zhou's hard-printed edition of "The Legend of Begonia in a Dream" sold out for three to five consecutive days, and finally there were about thirty copies left, which Su Yao displayed in the store for people to read.

Seeing that it sold well, I signed the hard-printed volume of the third volume.

Mr. Wednesday is serializing the fourth volume, and the fourth volume has also been sold for a while.After the conclusion of the whole book, the fourth volume can be engraved again.

Although I suffered a minor illness in March this year, my income is not bad.

Su Yao counted the money: Ah Yanruo tried it at the end of the month, and the tuition fee for going to Qingshi Academy is enough.

He took a short breath, and Fu Hetai's "Jianghu One Leaf Knife" has become a book again.

This time Su Yao was prepared.

Mr. Wednesday's sudden popularity was beyond his expectation, but Fu Gezi has always had a lot of fans, and it was the first time in two years that he published a new book, so what a grand occasion.

Su Yao put up the billboard for new book sales three days earlier.

The release date was also negotiated. After all, Fu Gezi signed four bookstores, and the release date had to be the same.

Huiwentang and Jinyufang had put up signs seven days earlier, so Su Yao was constantly being asked by people here.

Su Yao just smiled: "I have them here too, but not so many."

"Then let's come early." The old acquaintance smiled.

Since it was the second time to see such a long queue, Madam Zhu was no longer surprised. She served pickled carrots and vegetables to the guests while smiling and said, "After buying books, come to our place for noodles!"

Many people responded, and Su Yao sold one by one: "Forgive me, the purchase of Mr. Hetai's books is limited, and one person can only buy up to three books."

The boy who took away seven or eight books last time was instantly discouraged, and bargained in a low voice: "Boss Su, please be accommodating, I will come to line up early in the morning..."

"Who didn't line up early in the morning, what should you do if you bought others?" Someone behind heard it.

"That's right! Buy it and go, we're still waiting!"

"The four bookstores sell them all, won't your family find a few more people to line up?"

The servant whispered: "Jiang's bookstore is reserved, so I didn't make an appointment; there are too many people in Huiwentang and Jinyufang, and I'm afraid they will all be gone when the queue is up, so I will point to Boss Su..."

Su Yao smiled, and had to whisper: "Then you come back tomorrow. With so many people watching, I can't break the rules for you."

The young servant inadvertently met Su Yao's moist jade-like eyes, his face flushed suddenly, and he ran away.

Afterwards, the sales were fairly orderly, but many people still did not give up: "Boss Su, can you invite Mr. Hetai to your shop? Mr. Xizhu from the former Jinyufang has shown up."

Author signing?

Su Yao really didn't do it.

The other gentlemen may be okay, but Fu Gezi, I'm afraid I really can't please.

It seems that many people in Jiujing are still curious about the identity of Fu Gezi, and they insist on meeting him.

Su Yao could only smile perfunctorily: "I'll ask you. It depends on Mr. Hetai's intention."

"That's nature, that's nature."

The man responded, but another voice came from behind him: "Mr. Hetai never shows up, so he must be a female gentleman like Huxindeng."

The voice was crisp, and Su Yao took a look at this delicate face.

Yo, women disguise themselves as men.

There are quite a few girls who like Fu Gezi's books.

Another person said with a smile: "The lady can also show up. Didn't the Huxin Lantern show up in Jinyufang last month? This is the first time I know that it is the granddaughter of Old Shangshu Zhu."

Old Shangshu Zhu is the father of Concubine Zhu in the palace. Su Yao remembered that the last time he went out for a trip, he also met Concubine Zhu's sister.

"Only two or eight years old, and you can write beautiful articles." The little girl disguised as a man praised, "It's really a role model for women."

At present, talented women are highly praised, and several people behind them also praise them.

One of them said: "It is the origin of family education that can raise good children. Concubine Zhu Gui in the palace is also beautiful, and she is favored by the emperor. Now that the emperor has not established a queen, Concubine Zhu has given birth to five new princes. ..."

He kept silent, but the person behind him said: "I think our old capital is going to have a queen..."

"Brother Zhang!" The man didn't finish his sentence, but the people behind him pulled him up a bit, "Brother Zhang, be careful. The emperor doesn't have many heirs, only the crown prince and fifth prince are healthy. The crown prince's biological mother, Cheng, is also a noble concubine. Woolen cloth."

"So what about the imperial concubine? Not favored, after all..."

"Concubine Cheng is from the Empress Dowager's mother's family, and her family background is outstanding."

"It's just like that, it's not good. The Empress Dowager and Your Majesty have always been at odds..."

Hearing that their conversation was getting more and more sideways, Su Yao hurriedly raised his voice to stop: "Everyone, be careful with your words. Please read the script, don't talk about state affairs, don't talk about state affairs."

Everyone looked at each other and smiled.

Su Yao also smiled politely.

As a person who has read the script, Su Yao knows that the current emperor has not even become a queen, so he was taken offline by Gongbian.

Concubine?Jun Shang is merciless, cold-blooded and cruel, so I'm afraid he doesn't have much affection.In the book, there are not many mentions of the affairs of the harem, only one sentence "The most popular person in the palace is Concubine Zhu", followed by another sentence "Since Concubine Zhu fell out of favor", and so on.

Although Su Yao didn't know why he fell out of favor, it's better not to talk about royal affairs.

The kind old man at the front smiled: "Boss Su is careful."

As soon as Su Yao raised her eyes, she hurriedly got up: "Lu Fu..."

Lu Yu held him down with one hand, and shook his head: "There are still students behind, don't make me embarrassing in front of the juniors."

Su Yao teased slightly, and whispered: "When I was studying, I didn't know that my wife also read opera scripts."

"What's the matter, I think? It didn't delay being a teacher and preaching." Lu Yu was confident, "I don't let you read it, because I'm afraid that you will only read these, and delay reading serious books to gain knowledge."

"Master taught you well." Su Yao responded obediently.

Lu Yu picked up the book, and then lowered his voice: "You are always cautious, let me ask one more question, you don't have the book of the granddaughter of the Zhu family, do you?"

Su Yao shook his head: "What kind of shop do I have here, how can people pay attention to it?"

"That's fine. Su's bookstore is quite famous now, not as it used to be." Lu Yu knocked down the table lightly, "You do business well, don't get involved with those people."

"It's easy for people to walk on it, but the easy roads are narrow, and it's hard to turn back when you step on it."

Su Yao hurriedly responded respectfully: "Thank you, sir, for your suggestion."

Lu Yu said "hmm", paused, but looked aside again: "Your little man's handwriting is really good."

Ah Yan was helping Su Yao to keep the accounts. Hearing the words, he bowed in a proper manner: "Mr. is absurd, but the younger generation dare not be so."

"The behavior is also correct." Lu Yu looked at him for a while, then smiled, "In a few days, the small exam in the academy, do you want to come?"

Ah Yan said softly: "Young master has signed up, Ah Yan will take the test seriously."

"Ayan?" Lu Yu squinted his eyes, then paused, "What's your last name?"

Ah Yan was silent.

"When this child left his nationality, he remembered his surname Su." Su Yao said, "Ah Yan was too young when he left home, so he can't remember his real name."

Lu Yu let out a "huh", but then asked, "How old are you?"

Ah Yan remained silent again, Su Yao hurriedly said, "Ten years old. When I bought it last year, Ren Yazi said he was nine years old."

"Ten years old?" Lu Yu was silent for a moment, then smiled kindly, "Take the exam well then, don't be nervous."

Lu Yu sneaked away.

Ah Yan was silent for a while, then said again: "Ah Yan just shouldn't be silent, Ah Yan has no rules in front of the master."

This kid is a bit thoughtful.

Su Yao knew it all the time, so he couldn't help but pat him: "It's okay, Master Lu is the most easy-going, and I won't make things difficult for you."

Ah Yan looked at Su Yao's warm and clear face, bit his lip and swallowed what he wanted to say, after a long silence, Fang whispered: "Thank you, young master."

Su Yao was passing the book to someone, but couldn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

Ah Yan paused, and said, "He said he wants to eat fish at noon."

"Okay." Su Yao smiled, "Then you go and tell Cheng An to let him buy two mandarin fishes."

Su Yao's busy schedule lasted most of the noon.

This time, everyone left, but the books were not sold out.

Su Yao sighed secretly, then smiled again, it seemed that the signboard of Zhu's Bookstore in Jinyufang of Huiwentang sounded, and few people came to him.

He was about to tidy up when the boy at the front came again. Seeing a pile of books, he said happily, "Boss Su, do you have any more here? Sell me some more."

He frowns again: "I went back to the house, and I was scolded several times. Boss Su, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until tomorrow, so you can sell it to me today."

There is no one at the moment, so Su Yao is naturally willing, and he took away a dozen copies in one go: "Hey, some young masters of my family want to read it too."

There are not many people who buy as much as this boy.

I'm afraid it won't be so busy tomorrow.

Su Yao stretched her waist and sold more than expected, but she didn't pay for it.

After tidying up, he decided to cook a big dish - squirrel mandarin fish.

After the thick sweet and sour sauce was cooked over low heat, Su Yao rolled up her sleeves, chopped off the head of the fish with one knife, sliced ​​open the fish meat, and changed the two mandarin fishes into flower knives.

When Su Yao was cooking, Cheng An especially liked to watch from the sidelines.

Su Yao didn't need his help, just looked at his eyeballs: "Why, want to learn how to cook?"

"I don't want to think about it." Cheng An stuck out his tongue, "Young master, I can't learn how to be agile."

Su Yao asked him: "Stand farther away, be careful."

Cheng An watched Su Yao slide the two battered fat fish into the pot, poured oil on it, and couldn't help smiling: "Young master, when he cooks, it looks really good. It's not like a cook, it's like writing and painting."

"You're the only one who speaks nice words."

Su Yao found two large plates, put the two fish separately, arranged them like a squirrel, poured them with sweet and sour sauce, "Take them out."

Peach blossoms and flowing water mandarin fish are fat, the fish is delicious and tender, the outside is yellow crispy skin, wrapped in a sweet and sour sauce, and the inside is extremely tender and fresh.

Su Yao cooked another spinach and egg drop soup, the tender green leafy vegetables especially whetted the appetite.

The four of them ate every mouthful, and the sweet and sour soup was given to Ah Yan for bibimbap.

Satisfied with food and drink, tired in spring and autumn, the flow of passengers returned to normal in the afternoon, Su Yaozheng's eyelids were heavy, but he saw Fu Ling coming.

As soon as Fu Ling entered, he saw Su Yao resting his forehead, half awake and half asleep.

The sun was shining brightly, and fine dust was floating around.The doors and windows of the bookstore were wide open, and outside the window was a bright apricot tree, its branches and leaves stretched out, and the pink and delicate petals were scattered, floating all over the ground.

Su Yao didn't use incense here, only the fragrance of calligraphy, ink and flowers.

The new book is half-opened under the elbow. On the top is Fangzheng's elegant lowercase script. On the top, there is a white wrist, supporting a pair of clear and refined eyebrows. A tear mole is looming on the left eye.

Su Yao tilted his head slightly, revealing his elegant and slender neck. He leaned against the table in a thin spring shirt, and he really wore a lazy, leisurely bookish look.

Fu Xiang immediately had an impulse, he wanted to buy this Su's bookstore, so that outsiders would not see Su Yao's coquettish spring sleep.