Chapter 48:

Xie Zheng was a little helpless: "Father, the sons and ministers have no other drafts."
Emperor Chengjia didn't believe it: "You dare to go up without the full manuscript? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to write it later?"
Xie Zheng disagrees: "Erchen thinks he still has the ability to appreciate this point. If it is crooked, I can find someone to continue it."
Emperor Chengjia: ...This is the truth. But his heart is itchy, what is going on behind that talent? Did you really leave your mother and wife to go to Pan Gaozhi?
Xie Zheng looked at something wrong and hurriedly threw down the sentence "If there is nothing wrong with the father, the son and minister will resign." Then he wiped the soles of his feet.
Emperor Chengjia hadn't reacted yet, he had disappeared, and he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "Smelly boy, he is getting smaller and smaller."
Deshun glanced outside, then smiled and answered: "This shows that your Majesty and His Highness have a good relationship~"
Emperor Chengjia paused and glanced at him: "He is my son, and his feelings are naturally good."
A cold sweat broke out from behind Deshun, and he hurriedly bowed and smiled: "Yes, the minion said something wrong. The minion just thought that your majesty and the two were getting along with the ordinary father and son..."
"Have you seen how ordinary father and son get along?" Emperor Chengjia took his seat again, his tone could not be heard whether he was happy or angry.
Deshun became more cautious: "Isn't that all what was said in the script?"
When he mentioned the script, Emperor Chengjia was heartbroken and glared at him: "That's the script, can it be the same?"
Deshun smiled: "Yes, it's a slave who hasn't seen it~ It made your majesty laugh~"
Emperor Chengjia gave up and picked up the memorial to work again.
How the palace skipped it, Xie Zheng was busy here, and it was indeed not a lie.
His bookstore, named Liao Zhai, opened in a quiet neighborhood.
Speaking of the name Liao Zhai, there was an episode.
However, for a mere shop name, Xie Zheng boasted that he had read more poems and books for many years than others, so it was natural to choose a shop name. However, Zhu Yuan had to make a difference when conceiving the name of the bookstore.
At that time, Xie Zheng listed many names, such as Qiluzhai, Baguzhai, Wanjuanzhai...
Zhu Yuan from the opposite side said directly: "Why don't you get a Wufangzhai? 】
Xie Zheng didn’t understand the meaning, so he asked: [Wufang how to explain]
[A shop selling rice dumplings in the south is called Wufangzhai. As for why it is called Wufang... It seems that they have five daughters, so it is called Wufang. 】
Xie Zheng:...
The corners of his mouth twitched: [Don’t mess around]
Zhu Yuan could not agree: [Who made trouble? How vulgar you sound! 】
Xie Zheng:...
[It might as well be called Liao Zhai. ] Zhu Yuan wrote casually.
Liao Zhai? Xie Zheng said to himself: "What Mochizuki feels, what he thinks about talking about the book? If you have a drink and talk about yourself, who is more economical and talented?" He chewed for a while, and patted the table, "OK!"
[This name is good] He said sincerely.
Zhu Yuan: ...? ? ? ?
Fuck, don't be like this, brother!
This is a collection of fox ghost stories! Feng Shui is not good-
Unfortunately, she can't explain, nor can she explain.
As a result, Xie Zheng swiped his pen and the bookstore was named "Liao Zhai"...
Closer to home.
Today is the first day the bookstore opens. In addition to the printed monthly publication, he has to look at the effect of the promotion.
That's right, he had negotiated with Zhu Yuan early on that the bookstore's sales would share half of her in the future, and he would not hesitate to use her methods of operation.
Let’s not say anything else. Let’s start with a set of propaganda methods that let people beat the gongs and drums to raise banners and pull banners.
Zhuyuan promoted the good luck food store and Magnolia makeup. There were three small servants, one knocking the gong and two raising the flag to rap. The same method was in Xie Zheng's hands, and the number of people more than doubled tenfold, let alone anything else.
So many people are divided into groups and follow the planned route to act in their own neighborhoods, from the beginning to the end, beating gongs and drums, and combining rap and singing. After two laps, the whole city knew that there was an extra bookshop named "Liao Zhai" in the southeast of the city.
It sounds elegant, but this way of doing things is like singing a big show.
That's all, everyone just watched the show.
But these propaganda team members sang "Liao Zhai" for two laps. In the third lap, they changed their words. They sang what monthly magazines, "one magazine in hand, sit and watch world affairs", "master the latest current affairs of Dayan", and what" The title of the gold list starts from a monthly magazine"...
That blows, how arrogant, how arrogant, how powerful and powerful, it almost broke the sky.
There may not be many others in the capital, and there are definitely a lot of scholars, and they all sneered at these words.
Those scholars who couldn't see it directly yelled at them: "It's insulting to be gentle, I don't think your Laoshizi's study will last long."
It happened to be the squad leader of this city, whose surname was Jiang and famous, who had been cultivated by Xie Zheng over the past year.
Young man Su, who was 20 years old, didn't get angry after hearing the scolding, but just looked at the man quickly.
The slightly whitish blue cloth gown and some worn-out cloth shoes seemed to be the scholar who was not well-off. Moreover, this block is mostly rented by Juren in previous years. He was arranged here by the master because of his eloquence.
Therefore, when the scholar in Qingshan asked, he didn't panic at all, and smiled and asked: "Is the young man a Juren in Beijing waiting for the examination?"
The scholar in Qingshan frowned: "So what, so what?"
Jiang Cheng reached out and touched the monthly magazine from the basket behind his little partner, and then asked: "To the people of the world, gather the world's own goods, trade and retreat, each has its meaning, what's the answer?"
The scholar in Qingshan was stunned, and then looked at him: "Are you also a Juren?"
Jiang Cheng shook his finger: "No."
"Then how do you ask..."
Before the other party could speak, Jiang Cheng reached out and touched the monthly magazine from the basket behind his little friend, opened it, and handed it to him: "Hey, our monthly magazine has professional explanations," he glanced at the scholars who were listening with ears erected around his eyes. Yang said, "This scripture explanation, but Mr. Jijiu from the Imperial College, following the questions and solutions made by layman An himself, he is not very talented, although he only knows a few words, I feel that I have benefited a lot from reading it. !"
Guozijian sacrifice wine! ? ! Isn't that the boss of the highest school in Dayan? That's the characters that ordinary students with no power and no power can't reach! !
Such a person also wrote scripture explanations for strange things that came out of nowhere? !
The scholar in Qingshan didn't believe it first, grabbed the booklet in Jiang Cheng's hand, grabbed it and looked at it carefully.
Everyone waited with bated breath.
As the scholar in Qingshan watched, he muttered something in his mouth: "...sage cloud...here...yes...can you still think like this?...Oh my God...wonderful! Wonderful!!" He finally raised his head, Staring at Jiang Cheng scorchingly, "Little brother, how do you sell your monthly magazine?!"
Jiang Cheng ignored everyone's astonished eyes and raised three fingers.
"Three or two?" The scholar in Qingshan gritted his teeth, "Okay, I—"
"No, no," Jiang Cheng smiled, "It's thirty cents!"
The scholar in Qingshan was dumbfounded.
Everyone was also shocked.
"Only, only, only 30 cents? This..." The scholar in Qingshan lowered his head and glanced, "Is Dayan Monthly mine?"
"Of course. With so many people watching, it's impossible for others to misunderstand it."
"Okay! Okay!" The scholar in Qingshan was ecstatic, and hurriedly picked up the money bag, grabbed a piece of silver and handed it to Jiang Cheng, holding the booklet tightly with the other hand, for fear that Jiang Cheng would regret it.
Jiang Cheng smiled bitterly while pinching broken silver, "This is too much."
The scholar in Qingshan waved his hand: "I will give you everything."
Jiang Cheng shook his head, and directly counted a stack of monthly magazines and stuffed him in his hands: "I didn't bring any copper plates and these are all paid for you. You can sell them or give them away."
Green shirt scholar:...
"By the way, our monthly magazine, as the name suggests, is printed every month. Welcome to order next month~~~"
The scholar in Qingshan was excited: "Next, next month there will be? Is it still the Scriptures? Still, still, or Jijiu to solve the problem?"
Jiang Cheng shook his head.
The scholar in Qingshan was suddenly disappointed--
"Our master said that every issue will choose a master or husband who is good at different subjects to make an essay, regardless of the classics, perhaps policy theory, or history theory, it is impossible to say."
This, this is even more surprising! ! The scholar in Qingshan was trembling with joy: "Okay, okay, I will definitely go next month-wait, where is your Liao Zhai?"
Jiang Cheng answered readily.
After that, the scholar in Qingshan put down the publication with both hands, and bowed to him solemnly: "Thank you little brother, I just said and did nothing, it was a rude xiaosheng."
Jiang Cheng would naturally not mind.
With this show of scholars in Qingshan, the monthly magazine they brought out was sold out in the blink of an eye, and those who didn't grab it went straight to Liao Zhai without stopping.
This situation occurred in every corner of the capital.
Xie Zheng, who had just returned from the palace before approaching the shop, saw a long line at the entrance of Liao Zhai. Most of them were scholars wearing Confucian gowns, and most of the rest were errand boys and even old men who joined the fun. .
There are so many people that the kids who are promoting in the neighborhood are called back to maintain order.
Except for the restaurant and restaurant at the time of dinner, have you ever seen such a scene of queues?
Xie Zheng was dumb. It seems that the propaganda method of the little girl is really useful, no wonder she has to be stunned...
That being the case, he doesn't need to go in and make trouble again-it's the prince anyway, if he is recognized by any servant, it won't be beautiful.
If so, he led An Fu and others back to the palace.
By the way, say goodbye to the little girl.
[Hahaha, I just said don’t worry~ There is an article about Guozijian Jijiu, which is not expensive, but any scholar who is a little ambitious will not let go of this monthly publication~~~]
[Haha, I'm so amazing, how could I come up with such amazing and amazing ideas? It’s really like no one before and no one afterwardsoh, there can be ~~hahaha~]
The full pages of "hahaha" made the corners of Xie Zheng's lips unconsciously aroused.
[Oh, by the way, you are not here this morning, I have already written the serial content for next month. 】
Xie Zheng smiled stiffly.
[Come on, I'll write to you, you help copy a copy to your person. 】
Xie Zheng:...
[Remember to use my font! ! Although I can't deliver the manuscript in person, my soul is always there! The manuscript I wrote must be sent to the printing department with my soul! ! 】
The corners of Xie Zheng's mouth twitched.
After half an hour.
Xie Zheng finally copied Zhu Yuan’s manuscript. After reviewing it without any typos, he folded it and put it in a special envelope bag made by Zhuangzi. Then he poke a mud mark. Finally, he put a note on the envelope with Zhu Yuan’s handwriting. Mr. Qi".
Then he took a deep breath and called out: "An Fu."
An Fu, who was standing by, walked over quickly: "The slave is here."
Xie Zheng's hand holding the envelope stopped in the air.
An Fu raised his hands respectfully, and wanted to take it, but couldn't wait for something for a long time, and raised his head in surprise.
I saw Xie Zheng's expression weird, and he didn't want to speak, but he had to speak.
He subconsciously glanced at the envelope bag in Xie Zheng's hand, and immediately recalled the scene he had experienced before, and his neck shrank immediately.
In the next instant, Xie Zheng finally spoke, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth with difficulty.
Just listen to him: "Give this "Unfeeling Scholar Farmer's Wife" to the printing department, saying it is Mr. Page's continuation."
"...Yes." An Fu took the envelope, didn't dare to lift his head, and hurried out.
It was not until Xie Zheng was out of the room to see Xie Zheng that he wiped his sweat. Oh my god, I didn't expect the master to have such hobbies, and he was hiding it for fear that others would know it. Hey, it's so cute.
On the other hand, Xie Zheng in the room, he questioned himself in his heart for the hundred and first time: Why should he respond to this matter? why? Isn't it a big capital, can't find a second book that can write such...sour and hearty words?