Chapter 10: Lao Wangcheng will not deceive me

If they were all taken in, the refugees in the capital would come here after hearing the news, which would definitely shake the capital.

No matter how big the rice jar of the Yan Mansion is, it is afraid of too many people.

I, Yan Chengjin, am also a very conscientious person. Give me a few more taels of silver. In the future, you will have to rely on yourselves.

The house manager said: "Otherwise, let me take people to drive them away. The prefect will not care about this matter, and it will save our Yan Mansion money."

Is this what a person can say?

The refugees have little influence. Logically speaking, it is a great gift from heaven that the Yan Mansion is willing to give them food. The prefect of Shuntian Prefecture will naturally not pay attention.

No, they are fleeing from disasters, and they are even more afraid of fighting with officials, so they dare not sue at all.

Yan Chengjin jumped up and slapped him: "You have completely forgotten the foundation of the Yan Mansion. How can you sleep? Everyone knows that my Yan family is occasionally conscientious!"

If you don't beat them, you won't remember them. If you don't beat them, you won't take it seriously.

The house manager was caught off guard by the slap, and his internal organs were hurt. You just allowed him to offer his daughter... The young master really has a conscience only occasionally.

Yan Chengjin's hand also hurt.

But if you manage Yan well, you will naturally manage the people below and prevent them from doing evil.

At least, He Neng standing next to him stood up straighter.

The housekeeper wanted to cry and said aggrievedly: "Master, there is no such rule in the house rules you wrote."

Yan Chengjin raised his hand: "The seventh rule of the Yan family is not to make trouble in the capital, and you can't take advantage of others' power!

This rule is to teach you to be a conscientious person occasionally like this master, but you can't even comprehend this!"

He Neng, who was standing aside, hurriedly remembered the master's teachings in his heart, not to make trouble, not to take advantage of others' power, and to be a conscientious person occasionally, and he silently recited it in his heart a hundred times...

In today's capital, "Bao Gong's Anger to Judge the World" has set off a reading trend and also given many people the opportunity to make money.

The people who are most grateful to Yingkesong are storytellers and teahouse and restaurant owners.

This Yingkesong has never appeared in person, and people all over the world admire him even more. He has countless admirers. As long as all the major teahouses and restaurants compile the life of this Yingkesong, they will be full of guests.

Of course, they were all fabricated, and every teahouse and tavern had its own version.

Yan Kesong was so excited that he wanted to tell the world that he was Yingkesong Bensong...

Every time at this time, Yan Chengjin would say: "Those who keep their original heart, although lonely for a while, can keep the eternal fame. If everything reaches the extreme, it will not be far from decline. Dad wants to fall?"

Yan Kesong was so angry at his own thoughts that he shook his head violently, ashamed, and his face became firm again.

Cheng Mansion,

I heard that Yingkesong's book was circulating again.

And this time it was a completely different style from Menglou. What Cheng Minzheng didn't expect was that this person was so familiar with the public case.

"Humph!"

Putting down the book, Cheng Minzheng crushed two newly bought walnuts.

Now the momentum of the new school is growing stronger and stronger, and it can be called the best in the capital. His poetry and prose are both prosperous, and there is not even a negative news. It's shameful.

My poetry and prose school has been established for so long, you should at least take the time to spread the word about me!

Cheng Minzheng was angry, this bastard called Yingkesong just refused to come out and fight me head-on.

Could it be that he was afraid that I would steal his limelight?

"You coward, what's wrong with lending me the limelight for a while? You are so stingy!" As he said that, the newly bought walnuts were crushed again.

Among the three schools in the literary world today, the most powerful one is the new school, even surpassing the tea school.

This is all because the reading threshold of Yingkesong's books is not high. "Dream Tower" and "Bao Gong's Anger to Judge the World" can be read not only by scholars, but also by most ordinary people. If they can't understand, there are storytellers.

Therefore, there are all kinds of people in the new school.

The thresholds of the tea school and the poetry and prose school are relatively high. Those who can understand the meaning of poetry and prose are all scholars, so naturally they are not as large as the new school.

In a teahouse, the guests were all seated, and the storyteller was speaking sweetly:

"That night, the window was as dark as fresh ink. The clever wife Huang blew out the lamp and went to bed, but was tripped by something in front of the bed. The thing looked like a human arm, but Huang knew that her husband had been conscripted to serve in Xuanfu half a year ago... "

In the taverns, inns and teahouses in the capital, whenever the storyteller vividly told the story of Bao Gong's angry judgment of the world, the listeners felt terrified and excited, and the feeling of ecstasy was indescribable.

Excited... and inexplicably excited!

Now everyone is waiting for the storyteller to tell a new story, and some people have already blocked Lao Wang's bookstore.

Fortunately, the people in the Hongzhi Dynasty were simple and honest, otherwise, Lao Wang would have been beaten to death by these people long ago.

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Yan Mansion,

When Yan Chengjin heard Wang Bushui wanted to split the profit 30% to 70%, the bird's nest and wolfberry porridge in his hand suddenly lost its fragrance: "I was kind enough to save your bookstore, but now you want to embezzle my money?"

Wang Bushui cried and complained: "I know that keeping promises is the foundation of business, how dare I embezzle my money, but now my books are sold out in Beijing, and some booksellers are selling them in Nanjing, Zhejiang Province, and Fujian Province. I think it's better for us to open a bookstore there ourselves. You can invest 10%, but the profit will still be divided 30% to 70%, and the loss will be mine."

He was very brave. In order to convince him, he dared to make a gambling agreement?

The whole Ming Dynasty was spread out, and Wang Bushui didn't make enough money during this period. Booksellers plagiarized a lot, but the only advantage was that he could get the new books first.

Although there is only one advantage, it is enough.

The eleventh year of the Hongzhi Dynasty was close to the peak of the Hongzhi Renaissance. Those gentry happened to have money in their pockets, and they were full of energy and had nowhere to vent. They thought about other things such as food and clothing.

If you have money and money, of course you should listen to books.

People in the capital seem to like spending money more.

Thinking that there was nothing to lose, Yan Chengjin agreed.

When Yan Chengjin got up early the next morning, he found two maids standing outside the house, one was shy and charming, and the other was naturally beautiful, with her eyes red from crying.

"Hey, young master, these are the two maids that Lao Wang asked the mansion to take in." He Neng said with a smile.

Old Wang Cheng, don’t bully me!

Yan Chengjin looked at the two sisters, thought for a while, and said to them: "You first memorize Yan's house's code of conduct. Before passing the assessment, you are not allowed to enter important places such as the kitchen and my young master's room. This will It’s an important matter, if you don’t remember it, the young master will punish you severely.”

"Yes... thank you, Master, for taking me in." The two sisters lowered their heads and tugged at the corners of their clothes, and responded timidly. They had never seen a young master from a rich family. The slightly more mature sister blushed and said, "Dad said, the Yan family He is a kind person and will not...will bully us."

"Your father is wrong. My father is a good man, but this young master is a bad man. The salary is one hundred cents a month, and you will start cleaning the courtyard." Yan Chengjin said.