Yan Kesongru was struck by lightning, and then he calmed down and said firmly: "Say! You are afraid of nothing, scholars scold people, how can they hear it?!"

The house manager hesitated for a while, and Qiqi Ai Ai said, "Those...scholars all scolded the people who wrote this book as yin sticks, which caused great harm and ruined the customs of the capital, saying that they wanted to resist such dirty and vulgar things."

Yan Chengjin's face was weird.

It's really hard to hear when scholars scold people...

Yan Kesong was thunderstormed, and his kind-eyed face lost all his blood. In an instant, he staggered to his knees on the ground, and his lips kept trembling again.

"Hmph! I haven't seen the world before, is this considered vulgar? A more vulgar book requires illustrations." Yan Chengjin shook his head.

This is like a normal study and communication between the opposite sex, but someone is accused of having an early love relationship.

What a pity, the outline I wrote after staying up late! Yan Chengjin felt very uncomfortable.

The house manager stammered and said, "Some people say... the initiator has no descendants!"

When he heard this, even Yan Chengjin had such a good temper, he couldn't help but get furious.

"Don't distinguish between elegance and vulgarity, don't care about it, wolfberry! Come and bring wolfberry tea!" Yan Chengjin shouted quickly.

The ancients had three unfilial piety, and it was the greatest thing to have no descendants, and they even cursed that there was no descendants in others.

What a vicious curse!

Feeling the sympathetic gaze of the house manager, Yan Chengjin cursed: "Dog thing! Look at my father, look at what I am doing, it's not that I have no queen!"

You look at me like this. If you really have no descendants, can you afford to take responsibility?

Yan Kesong was already crying, as if he was a little older, and cried and said, "It's a sin! He has always been honest and self-reliant for his father. He has never been cursed like this? The Yan family has helped the people and has become famous. How can I... go to see the ancestors and ancestors with this infamy on my back!"

Yan Kesong was heartbroken, and even as if Taotao was no one else was crying.

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 grief and anger: "If the unscrupulous businessman had not hyped the price of books to such a high price, how could there be so much resentment?"

Yan Chengjin sighed, "I'm afraid that Lao Wang's bookstore has been smashed, right?"

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

Yan Chengjin was glad that fortunately, he chose this business that was sure to make money, either making money or not losing money, but only losing some labor.

"Cheng Jin, my father will have no shame to go out in the future." Yan Kesong cried and snatched the earth.

"It's okay. My son has already asked the bookseller to change the name of the bookmaker to "Welcome Pine". No one knows that the "Welcome Pine" is his father."

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

At this moment, outside the door, a very happy shout came: "Young Master Yan, the little man Wang Busui is here, good morning, you are here!"

"A rascal businessman! You dare to come to my Yan Mansion..." Yan Kesong opened his teeth and rushed out, as fast as a gust of wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Quick! Stop that dog... Ah no... Stop the master!"

Wang Busui heard someone from afar that was called a funeral. Will Yan’s house hold a funeral today?

Why not hang lanterns?

Along the way, he came to the yard with suspicion.

Wang Busui appeared in the yard. Yan Chengjin chased after him, but saw that his father was already pounced on him like a hurry to fight back.

"I beat you, the rascal businessman to death!"

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

Wang Busui was confused. A figure rushed out from nowhere and pushed him down suddenly. He grabbed him and beat him up. He could only protect the vital points with his hand.

The scene was once undescribable.

"Sir Yan, the villain begs for mercy... Give up your life."

"The villain is here to give away silver notes."

Silver notes?

Yan Kesong was stunned.

Yan Chengjin saw that Wang Busui really took out a stack of silver notes from his arms and waved to him. Then he walked over suspiciously and said, "Did you give me money?"

Half a moment later.

Wang Busui was breathing with only one breath. After a long time of stability, he laughed again: "Young Master Yan has the document in his hand, and the villain dared not deny it. The first batch of books have been sold out. This is the share of Young Master Yan."

Yan Chengjin walked over half-believingly and carefully looked at the 200 taels of silver notes in Wang Busui's hand.

Daming Baochao, is it popular all over the world?

This is the money I have been thinking about day and night!

Yan Kesong's eyes showed a glimmer of joy. He looked at the silver notes in his hand and was extremely surprised: "Have my book been sold out?"

"Sir, will it be sold out?" Wang Busui still doesn't understand. After the Yan family beat the people, they counted the money?

Yan Chengjin made the right move by himself and asked the house manager to make the right move by himself.

This time I really started...

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

"Don't the people want to boycott my father's books? Why did they sell so much?" Yan Chengjin was so happy and secretly calculated that he could buy a few acres of land in the capital.

Wang Busui touched the Bao on his face and said, "I can't sell so many on weekdays, but this year is the year of the provincial examination. Many scholars from all over the world gather in the capital."

After ten years of hard study, I was so boring that I had no other entertainment projects. When the Dream Building came out, it was like dry firewood meeting fire, so I naturally couldn't let go of it.

The house manager suddenly burst into tears. He managed the accounts in Yan's house for a lifetime and no longer had to worry about the food, rice, oil and salt.

Wang Busui suddenly looked furious and laughed sneeringly, "The master and the young master don't know yet, the Chaling Poetry School and the New School are about to fight!"

Chaling Poetry School?

Li Dongyang?

Yan Chengjin of the Chaling Poetry School has heard of it, but... where did this new school emerge?

Yan Kesong glared at each other: "I have been in the capital for more than ten years, and have been editing and editing books for more than ten years. When did you hear about the new school? Don't be fooled!"

Wang Busui was startled and smiled and said, "This new school of founding master... it is you!"

"???" Yan Kesong was stunned and was stunned for a moment.

What he didn't know was that after the book was released, a wave of fanaticism arose in the capital.

Scholars are generally divided into two schools. One is very respectful of Yan Kesong's literary creation, and the other is the Chaling School of Poetry, which proposed poetry in 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.

The one who scolded Yan Kesong for having no descendants was the scholar of the Tea School.

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

Yan Chengjin was a little confused. I want to become the son of a great writer?

Wang Busui came this time, in addition to giving away money, he also asked about the manuscript. Thanks to Yan Chengjin, the bookstore was already kneeling down and thanking him for his gratitude.

With a big reputation, aren't they all waiting to read my husband's books?

Yan Kesong thought for a while and said anxiously: "If you give in, I will go to the book." As he said that, he quickly walked to the study with a pot of wolfberry tea.

In order to avoid the Chaling people chasing him to the mansion, Yan Chengjin kept Wang Busui until midnight and agreed that the time for coming to the door to get the manuscripts in the future would be set at midnight.

Connector code:

Question: Heavy snow presses against green pine

Answer: The green pine is straight and straight

Wang Busui was confused and didn't sleep all night long. Come to this pair of poems?

Finally, he could not stand until midnight, and he came out of Yan's mansion in a daze, but he was in a good mood. Although he only made 20% of the profit, he sold a lot, which was a huge sum of money.

Now when talking about the first-class bookstore in Beijing, there must be his Lao Wang. I don’t know how many years it will take to get such a reputation. If I publish another book, I will pay it back?

I am worthy of a trip in the middle of the night.

Forbidden City, inner courtyard,

The three famous officials in the cabinet are here. Xie Qian has heard about the new school circulating in the market. However, Li Dongyang, the leader of the literary dispute, was very calm.

"Have Mr. Binzhi heard about the literary disputes in the market?" Xie Qian said.
Chapter completed!