I opened a bookstore in ancient times

A gentleman under the moon is extraordinarily romantic; a beauty under the lamp has a unique charm.

Boss Su is a beauty, but Fu Gezi is about to fail to be a gentleman.

Su Yao was originally born white, but due to years of illness, there was always some morbid frailty in this plain white.

But after eating and nourishing for more than a year, his body is safe and his complexion has improved a lot. In this fair skin, there is some light rosiness.

Just after taking a shower, her lips are redder and her teeth are whiter, her black hair is like a waterfall, and her eyebrows and eyes are romantic.

The scorching teardrop was hanging from the corner of his eye, Su Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and Fu Gezi's heart trembled accordingly.

...No, I can't watch this anymore.

Although Fu Gezi looked sitting upright, he had been absent-minded for a long time, and from time to time he had some beastly thoughts...

I really can't blame Fu Ling.

If the sweetheart looks like this and still doesn't have any fantasies, then Fu Xiang really can't.

While he was in a daze, Su Yao's words didn't enter his mind.

It was Su Yao who looked strange and called several times: "Mr. Fu?"

Fu Ling woke up from the panic of the lights: "Ah... What did Boss Su say just now?"

Su Yao was startled for a moment, and said again: "I mean, since you have written twenty chapters in the second volume of "A Sword in the Rivers and Lakes", you should tidy it up, and let's send it to the proofreading department for review and sign the contract earlier. .”

Su Yao smiled slightly: "Nowadays, the proofreading department has stricter scrutiny, and it must take more time than before. Let's do it sooner rather than later."

Fu Ling was taken aback: "I...haven't had twenty chapters yet."

This time it was Su Yao's turn to be stunned: "But I asked you just now if you have twenty chapters, and you still nodded."

Just now, Fu Ling made Su Yao smile so dazzledly that he didn't remember the nod at all.

Did I say I have twenty chapters?

How can I have twenty chapters?

Looking at his dodging eyes, Su Yao couldn't help frowning slightly.

It's already the middle of May, and Mr. Hetai wrote one volume for almost three months, and there are no twenty chapters.

big pigeon.

Big pigeon!

For the first time, Fu Dage felt very guilty.

He had just admired the perfect person unscrupulously, and when the beauty frowned, he felt even more guilty.

And in the eyes of the beauty, it is clearly written, "You can't finish writing twenty chapters in three months, you can't."

Fu Xiang nodded, and impulsively said again: "Although I don't have one now, within five days, I will definitely be able to write twenty chapters."

Su Yao was stunned for a moment: "Really?"

What is this nonsense.

of course it's true.

Your old Fu Xiang is amazing!What's wrong with a mere twenty chapters!

Fu Xin swore: "We will sign the contract in five days."

Su Yao was extremely happy for a moment.

Although I don't understand why Fu Gezi suddenly took the initiative to write articles, but since he took the initiative to speak out, he would not regret it.

Su Yao happily poured a cup of tea for Fu Ling, then touched the cup again: "Thank you, Mr. Fu."

The celadon cup made a crisp sound.

Fu Gezi looked at the smiling eyes of his sweetheart, and he felt a beauty in his heart.

He still doesn't understand that the water pouring into the hero's mind at this time is the tears that he couldn't cry when he wanted to cry in the next five days.

But the pigeon drank a glass with his sweetheart, and it wasn't wine, but he got drunk.

Su Yao took a sip of tea, and happily chatted with Fu Ling about other matters.

The wind and rain are slanting, and the summer night is quiet and beautiful.

Late at night.

It's time to rest.

Fu Ling let the flickering candlelight and the wind and rain make his heart sink, he gently pinched the corner of his clothes, and his palms were slightly sweaty.

While he was reluctant to leave Su Yao, but at the same time worried that if he continued to chat with Su Yao, he would not be a gentleman...

Fu Gezi struggled for a while, but suddenly heard a knock on the door.

It was Qi Bo's voice: "Mr. Fu, is my son here with you?"

Su Yao smiled and hurriedly replied, "I'm here."

When Su Yao got up together, Fu Gezi was suddenly lost.

Qi Bo smiled outside the door: "Just now I passed the kitchen and saw soup was still simmering on the small stove. Don't you be cooking something, you forgot."

Is there something simmering on the stove?

Su Yao obviously remembered to bring down the meatball soup.

Su Yao hurriedly took a step, then remembered to turn around and say goodbye: "Mr. Fu, I'll go and have a look."

He smiled again: "I'm bothering Mr. Fu tonight. Mr. Fu has a rest earlier."

Fu Ling nodded with a straight face.

I am only very reluctant in my heart.

The beauty closed the door, only the room was full of light.

Fu Gege was stunned for a while, then Fang suddenly remembered: The window paper is not pierced, so a gentleman is necessary.

Wouldn't it be enough to pierce the window paper?

The night is quiet, the rain is dredging and the wind is blowing, what a good time to poke the window paper.

Fu Xiang suddenly regretted it.

Beauty misleads people, missteps!

If Song Jin was here, he would have to laugh at a certain pigeon from the inside out.

Is that a beauty trick?When you have a great opportunity, you just sit and chat with someone?Still chatting about some things, not a single serious word about love and flirting?

If your sweetheart is more beautiful, you won't lose your mind. With your rank as an innocent vegetable pigeon, when will you really be able to kidnap someone?

You wouldn't even put a beauty in front of you, and I doubt you would.

In fact, a few days later, Mr. Song came and found that Fu Xiang was trapped in the room working on the manuscript, and heard all about what happened tonight. He was really happy to treat this as a big joke, and made fun of Fu Xiang for half a year.

Fu Ling was furious.

Fu Xiang's grievances are for later. At the moment when the wind and rain were blowing, Su Yao went to the kitchen and found that there was really meatball soup stewed.

Su Yao could only smile: "It seems that I misremembered."

Qi Bo helped to bring it down, turned off the stove, and covered his face again.

He didn't pass by the kitchen just now, but Su Yao's room.

There was no one in the room, but a candle was burning brightly.

When Qi Bo pushed the door open, he saw the steaming tub, the clothes scattered on the floor, and the snow-green coat.

Qi Bo finally realized belatedly, and had some worries about raising cabbage.

It’s okay to like my cabbage, and it’s okay to chase after it, but I want to gnaw cabbage before I even flip my horoscope. Even if Qi Bo uses a walking stick, he still has to break the pig’s leg.

Fortunately, Mr. Fu does not seem to be an apprentice.

But this dress...

Qi Bo gave a soft "cough": I'd better watch it closely in the future.

He tidied up the kitchen, closed the door, and brought up another matter: "I went out to buy small soup dumplings this morning, and I met a man and chatted for a while. I just thought about it, and then I felt that I had to talk to Young Master."

Su Yao was a little nervous: "What's wrong?"

"Young master, don't worry." Qi Bo smiled, "From what I heard from that person, he seems to be the shopkeeper of Huiwentang, or a buddy."

Huiwentang, one of the largest bookstores in old Beijing.

"Why do people from Huiwentang come to our place?" Su Yao wondered.

"Sun's Food Shop's steamed stuffed buns filled with fresh shrimp and pork are delicious, so they are famous."

Qi Bo smiled, "The number of customers has suddenly increased recently, and maybe they came here to eat. I chatted with him a few times, but I felt that he meant to invite you to the branch of the bookstore next month."

Su Yao paused for a moment: "The branch of the Old Beijing Bookstore has always only invited high-ranking bookstores, and our family's account is not qualified enough."

"I think so too, maybe that person is just being polite." Qi Bo smiled gently, as if feeling a little bit emotional, "The bookstore in our family is very good now, but I don't want it to flourish any more. Young Master, take good care of yourself, Ah Yan should go to school well, so I can take care of my old age with peace of mind."

As the night was dark, Su Yao felt a little sore in his heart.

He used to think so in that world, but he didn't realize it after all.

But here, he still has a chance and a family.

He also wants to make more money.

Buying a house, buying land, buying a big carriage, eating delicious food all day long, and raising Qi Bo and Ah Yan happily.

Su Yao was thinking about making money, but Qi Bo was thinking about something else, and he frowned slightly: "Young master has met now, if I can start a family again, I will feel more at ease."

Su Yao was taken aback, for some reason, she became flustered after a while.

Qi Bo smiled: "Right now, the young master has no engagement with him, why don't you go and see other good people?"

Su Yao's heart felt a little turbulent, but he was a little embarrassed for some unknown reason, and after a few words, he hurried back to the room.

Seeing his slightly chaotic pace, Qibo raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Seems to have gotten a little better.

But my young master hasn't changed his mind yet, if any pig dares to lie and crook it and start eating it directly, I still have to discount his legs.

Qi Bo went back to sleep mightily and domineeringly, leaving Su Yao lying down for half the night with his eyes open.

Do you want to make a family here?

It doesn't seem like a bad thing either.

The night was full of wind and rain, and the next day was full of good news.

The sky is still not clear, and the rain in old Beijing this summer lasts for several days once it falls.

Shopkeeper Liu delivered two carts of books in person, and held Su Yao affectionately: "I have printed the anthology of Qingshi Academy. According to the request of the Academy and Boss Su, only five articles are engraved this time, leaving handwriting, you Have a look."

He said again: "The embroidered version of "Yun Xian Meng Yi" has also become a book. It takes a lot of time, so I can only engrave this part for now. I can send another batch in ten days."

Su Yao flipped through the exquisite workmanship and praised a few words: "Thank you very much, Shopkeeper Liu."

"No thanks, no thanks, thank you!"

Shopkeeper Liu is still very superstitious, "Don't talk about other things, the book that saved my Liu's life, no matter what you do, you have to spend a lot of effort on it, right?"

Last time the boy who gave the gift replied, shopkeeper Liu said that he really misunderstood.Seeing Su Yao's demeanor, he didn't care about the collision that day, and he became more and more fond of him.

He held Su Yao back to talk again and again, and tried to reassure the old fortune-teller in Xishan before leaving.

Su Yao was helpless: "The old gentleman from Xishan is supposed to be a powerful person, shopkeeper Liu believes it very much."

Qi Bo was also polite with a sour face: "He narrowly escaped death, and now Chen's engraving workshop has been confiscated, and most of the original business cooperation has entered Xie's engraving workshop. The shopkeeper Liu also wants to sell you."

Following the confiscation of the engraved bookstore, the Zhu family's affairs were raging for a while, and then they dispersed.

All kinds of rumors spread in a variety of ways, and in the end, none of them had anything to do with that disrespectful statement.

Today I feel guilty.

The Zhu family was punished for their treasonous words, but such rebellious words should not be widely spread.

Otherwise, it would hurt Imakami's heart even more.

People in the officialdom are more or less friendly. The final crime of the Zhu family is forming a party for personal gain, embezzlement and accepting bribes, while the proofreading department, Jin Yuzhai and Chen's engraving workshop are all for private printing.

But what is the actual reason, everyone knows.

These words were gradually not mentioned in the old capital, just like the murdered former emperor and former crown prince, who were hidden under the public eye and gradually unknown.

But some people never forget.

Such as the queen mother, such as some veterans, such as many gentry.

But there is still a long time before a real storm.

Even if the storm hits, it will not sweep the old capital first.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away, so the days are relaxed.

Su Yao chose an excellent day to put on sale the first volume of "Anthology of Qingshi".

In the summer morning, the sun is already a bit vicious, which is similar to Su Yao's expectation. When the door is opened, there is an endless line.

And most of them are not regular customers, but servants of rich families, even stewards, and there are many young and middle-aged scribes.

The Wen Zhifu who became an official also came, and opened the file to talk to Su Yao: "I see, this young man's Guange style is not as good as that of Boss Su's younger brother. Now Lu Shan is very generous, and I was in school. If the words are not correct, the handwriting will come up."

The old magistrate Wen has a high vision.

They are all square characters, so Su Yao can't tell who is good or not.

Ah Yan just smiled at the side: "The old man is absurd, but the younger generation dare not take it. Besides, even if my words can catch the eye, I can't write such an article."

Yun Chao is always with Ah Yan, making Ah Yan's temperament more lively.I didn't talk like that before.

"The article is good." Wen Zhifu nodded and sighed again, "Talents come forth in large numbers, and young people are formidable."

Su Yao sent Wen Zhifu, who commented on the juniors of his alma mater, away, and said: "There will be a second volume next month, so come early."

Wen Zhifu responded, and a steward behind said: "Will there be more next month?"

Su Yao smiled: "Now it's the first volume, and there are five volumes to come. It's just that the printing is slow, so we have to wait."

"It's a good relationship." The steward smiled, "My little son will take the exam next year, so I just read other people's articles in advance."

The other steward let out a "Hey": "My family didn't know there was such a bookstore before, and it also sold Qingshi Academy's articles. It's not like my son has never visited it last time. If he knew about it earlier, he might have passed it."

"I didn't know before, it was still in the academy..."

"I don't know, I don't want to read in Huiwentang for a long time..."

Several people followed up, and Su Yao had sold books for a day, and came to a feeling that the order from Qingshi Academy was not in vain.

I thought right at the beginning, even if I lose money, I have to accept it.

After "Begonia Qimeng Biography", Su's bookstore became famous for the second time.

What's more, small profits but quick turnover, the reputation of the only one in old Beijing, earns not too little.

The follow-up source of customers is a large potential income.

When it was getting late, Su Yao happily calculated today's accounts, and when she looked up, she saw Ah Yan playing with Guipi.

The big orange meowed and threw itself into Su Yao's arms again.

Ah Yan is resting today, and he was not at home for several days, so he didn't know about it.Just pinch the cat's ears: "Why haven't I seen Mr. Fu all day?"

Mr. Fu is writing seriously.

Five days is five days, but today is the last day.

Su Yao touched the soft orange cat's head, smiled and got up: "Come on, let's go and see if your Mr. Fu has finished writing."