The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Yan Kesong felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He calmed down and then said firmly: "Say! You are so scared. It's hard to hear a scholar scolding someone!"

The room manager hesitated for a while, then said, "Those...scholars, those who cursed this book are yin sticks. They have caused great harm and ruined the atmosphere of the capital. They say they want to boycott such vulgar and obscene things."

Yan Chengjin looked strange.

It’s really ugly for scholars to curse others...

As if caught in a thunderstorm, Yan Kesong's kind-hearted face lost all color. In an instant, he staggered to his knees and fell to the ground, his lips trembling again.

"Hmph! I haven't seen the world, how can this be considered vulgar? Books that are more vulgar must have illustrations." Yan Chengjin shook his head.

This is like normal learning and communication between opposite sexes, but being accused of puppy love.

What a pity, I stayed up late to write the outline! Yan Chengjin also felt very sad.

The house manager hesitated again: "Some people say...the one who started making figurines will have no descendants!"

Upon hearing this, even Yan Chengjin, who has such a good temper, couldn't help but get angry.

"Elegance and vulgarity don't matter, dad doesn't need to take it to heart, wolfberry! Get the wolfberry tea quickly!" Yan Chengjin shouted quickly.

The ancients were unfilial in three ways. The worst was not having children, so they even cursed people for having no children.

What a vicious curse!

Feeling the sympathetic gaze of the house manager, Yan Chengjin scolded: "You bitch! Look at my father and see what this young master does. It's not like this young master has no heir!"

If you look at me like this, if your descendants really die, can you bear the responsibility?

Yan Kesong was already crying, as if he was a little older, crying and crying: "What a sin! My father has always been upright and self-denial, how could I have been so reviled? The Yan family has done great things to help others and has a reputation far and wide, so I... How can I go to see my ancestors carrying this infamy?"

Yan Kesong was so distraught that Taotao burst into tears as if there was no one else around him.

Although Yan Chengjin felt a little distressed, he did not dare to go up and persuade him.

The next moment, Yan Kesong said to Yan Chengjin with a mixture of grief and anger: "If it weren't for the profiteer who raised the price of the book to such a high price, why would there be so much resentment?"

Yan Chengjin sighed, I'm afraid that Lao Wang's Bookstore has been smashed by someone, right?

Starting a business is risky, so you need to be cautious when investing.

Yan Chengjin was glad that he had chosen this business that was guaranteed to make a profit or not lose money, and he only lost some labor.

"Cheng Jin, dad is too embarrassed to go out in the future." Yan Kesong burst into tears.

"It doesn't matter. My son has already asked the bookseller to change the author's name to 'Welcome Pine'. No one knows that 'Welcome Pine' is dad."

Yan Kesong's eyes lit up, he drank a sip of wolfberry tea, and stood up: "My son is stable!"

At this moment, a very happy shout came from outside the door: "Master Yan, the villain is here. Good morning!"

"Rogue businessman! How dare you come to my Yan Mansion..." Yan Kesong opened his teeth and rushed out, as fast as the wind, and he was gone in the blink of an eye.

"Quick! Stop that dog...ah no...stop the master!"

Wang Busui heard someone calling for mourning all the way away. Is Yan Mansion holding a funeral today?

Why not hang a lantern?

Full of suspicions along the way, we arrived at the courtyard.

Wang Busui appeared in the courtyard, and Yan Chengjin chased after him, but saw that his father had already pounced on him like a rabbit fighting back.

"I'll beat you to death, you rogue profiteer!"

Yan Kesong rode on Wang Busui and scratched his face hard.

Wang Busui was confused. A figure came out of nowhere, pushed him down violently, and grabbed him. He could only protect his vital parts with his hands.

The scene was once indescribable.

"Master Yan, I beg for mercy...please spare my life."

"The villain is here to deliver the banknotes."

Banknote?

Yan Kesong was stunned.

Yan Chengjin saw that Wang Busui actually took out a stack of banknotes from his arms and waved at him. Then he came over suspiciously and said, "Are you giving me money?"

Half a moment later.

Wang Busui breathed out, and after taking it for a long time, he laughed again: "Master Yan has the documents in his hand. I dare not deny it. The first batch of books has been sold out. This is Master Yan's share."

Yan Chengjin came over dubiously and looked carefully at the two hundred taels of silver notes in Wang Busui's hand.

Ming Dynasty treasure banknotes are universally accepted?

This is money that I think about day and night!

Yan Kesong's eyes shone with joy. He looked at the banknote in his hand and was extremely surprised: "My book has been sold out?"

"Sir, are they all sold out?" Wang Busui still doesn't understand. The Yan family counts the money after beating people?

Yan Chengjin checked it again himself, and then asked the manager to check it again.

This time I really started to make a fortune...

Two hundred taels of silver notes and two thousand eight hundred taels of silver!

"Isn't the public boycotting my father's book? How come so many of them have been sold?" Yan Chengjin was very happy and secretly calculated how many acres of land he could buy in the capital with three thousand taels.

Wang Busui touched the bag on his face and said: "We can't sell so many on weekdays, but this year is the year of the provincial examination, and many scholars from all over the world have gathered in the capital."

After ten years of studying hard in the cold window, it was very boring. There were no other entertainment projects. Once the Dream Tower came out, it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire. Naturally, I couldn't put it down.

The room manager burst into tears. He had been managing accounts in Yan's house all his life, and he no longer had to worry about food, rice, oil and salt.

Wang Busui suddenly beamed with joy and snickered mischievously: "Master and young master don't know yet, the Chaling Poetry School and the New School are about to start a war!"

Chaling school of poetry?

Li Dongyang?

I have heard of Yan Chengjin of the Chaling Poetry School, but...where did this new school of poetry come from?

Yan Kesong looked at each other angrily: "I have been in the capital for more than ten years, and compiled and revised books for more than ten years. When have you ever heard of the new sect? Don't make nonsense!"

Wang Busui was startled and said with a smile: "The founder of this new sect...is none other than you!"

"???" Yan Kesong was stunned and instantly confused.

What he didn't know was that after the book was released, it set off a frenzy in the capital.

Scholars are generally divided into two groups. One group highly admires Yan Kesong's literary creation, and the other group is the Chaling School of Poetry who proposed poetics of the Tang and Han Dynasties.

Li Dongyang's ancestral home is Chaling, Changsha Prefecture, Huguang, and the Chaling Poetry School was established around Li Dongyang.

Those who scolded Yan Kesong for being careless were the scholars of the Tea School.

"Sir, you already have many followers now." Wang Busui said.

Yan Chengjin was a little confused. Am I going to be the son of a great writer?

When Wang Busui came this time, in addition to sending money, he also asked about manuscripts. Thanks to Yan Chengjin, the bookstore was now kneeling down and thanking him profusely.

With such a great reputation, aren’t they all waiting to read my book?

Yan Kesong thought for a while and said hurriedly: "Give way, I am going to write a book." With that, he quickly went to the study with a pot of wolfberry tea.

In order to prevent people from Chaling from chasing him to the house, Yan Chengjin kept Wang Busui until midnight, and agreed that in the future, the time for coming to pick up manuscripts would be midnight.

Connector code:

Question: Heavy snow weighs on the green pine trees

Answer: Green pines are tall and straight

Wang Busui was confused. He stayed up in the middle of the night and came up with this pair of poems?

After finally staying up until midnight, he came out of Yan's Mansion in a daze, but in a good mood. Although he only took 20% of the profit, if he sold more, it was still a huge sum of money.

Nowadays, when talking about the first-class bookstores in the capital, his family must be Lao Wang. I don’t know how many years of business it took to gain such a reputation. What if he publishes another book?

It's worth running around in the middle of the night.

Forbidden City, inner courtyard,

Three famous ministers in the cabinet were present, and Xie Qian had already heard about the new faction circulating in the streets. However, Li Dongyang, the protagonist of this cultural dispute, was very calm.

"Mr. Binzhi, have you ever heard of the disputes in the literary world?" Xie Qian said.

Li Dongyang said: "I heard something."