When school was about to end in the afternoon, Li Yanqing was called to the study by Yao Ding. Yao Ding had a gloomy face and placed the white paper with the couplet in front of him, "This is what you wrote!"

Yao Dingying tapped the table with his claw-like fingers, "I know your words!"

"It was written by the students." Li Yanqing admitted.

"Where did you copy this couplet?"

Li Yanqing lowered his head and said, "It was the student who realized it by chance."

"There are several books on this couplet, "Shangshu", "Book of Changes", "Li Sao", and "Zhuangzi", have you read them?" Yao Ding stared at him with a sharp look.

“Students have read it.”

"I'll give me a few words in every book."

Li Yanqing was telling the truth. His father borrowed a lot of books for him, all of which were read well by him. He picked up his pen and silenced each of the four books.

"Remember "Zhuangzi. Xiaoyaoyou" to me!"

This is Yao Ding’s favorite article, and he decided to take Li Yanqing to the end of the school entrance exam.

"There is a fish in the north, whose name is Kun. Kun is so big that it is not known how many thousands of miles it is. When it turns into a bird, it is the name Peng. Peng is so far behind that it is not known how many thousands of miles it is...."

Li Yanqing was ups and downs and he recited it in one breath, without saying a word.

Yao Ding asked him to recite "Li Sao" again, but Li Yanqing still recited it without missing a word. Only then did he believe that Li Yanqing was not a false statement, but Yao Ding still had a expressionless face and asked coldly: "Who told you that I have a blank couplet here?"

"When the student went to the cottage, he saw that the master's window was not closed."

Yao Ding glanced at the window and could indeed see the white couplets on the wall from outside the window. He asked sternly again: "Why did you want to enter my room without authorization?"

Li Yanqing hesitated and said, "When the student saw the horizontal banner, he thought of this couplet. He was so itchy that he wanted to write it for his master."

"Give it to me?" Yao Ding widened his eyes.

"The student knew he was wrong!"

Yao Ding glared at him for a long time before finally nodding, "Since you know your mistake, please stretch out your hand!"

Li Yanqing stretched out his palm, Yao Ding pulled out the bamboo whip and whipped three times on his palm, then said: "Last time Wang Gui was whipped ten times by me, do you know why?"

"Students don't know!"

"The three whip was because he entered my study without authorization, and the other seven whip was to teach him a lesson to lie. You are more honest than him, so the seven whip was spared."

Li Yanqing called out his luck inwardly, and he quickly lowered his head, "Students won't dare to do it next time."

Yao Ding said with a dark face: "Go! Don't show off your so-called knowledge in front of me in the future."

"Students know their mistake!" Li Yanqing bowed and stepped down.

Yao Ding waited for him to walk away, and then took out the couplet written by Li Yanqing, carefully read it twice, and felt very emotional. He might not even be able to write this couplet. He always thought that his grandson was a child prodigy, but compared to Li Yanqing, his grandson was still far behind!

He simply took off the blank banner on the wall and took it with a stroke. He actually liked this couplet to the extreme.

Reading books to gain the right, reading easy to gain change, reading sensuality to gain the quiet, reading sect to gain the cleverness, reading Chinese to gain the firmness, reading Chinese to gain the most interesting years;

He is in the same wild as chrysanthemums, sparse as plum, clean as lotus, fragrant as orchid, and charming as begonia, and he must call himself a god in the flowers.

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Master Yao's three whips were extremely harsh, which made Li Yanqing's hand painful, but he was afraid that Yue Fei would be laughed at him, so he had to endure the pain in his hand and pretend that nothing happened.

Li Yanqing originally wanted to use this opportunity to change his master's attitude towards him, but he did not expect that he would backfire. In the eyes of his master, he became a show of knowledge, which made him very upset and flattered him on the horse's hooves.

After school, Li Yanqing walked out of the school dejectedly. Suddenly, he heard someone calling him on the opposite side of the official road. When he looked up, he turned out to be his father Li Daqi. He was overjoyed, and his frustration was wiped out, and he hurried over.

"Dad, when did you come back?"

Li Daqi was also extremely happy and took his son's hand and said, "I just came back. I heard from Aunt Hu that you went to school to study, and I came to school again. Qing'er, how did you do it?"

Li Daqi was surprised and excited. Not only did he owed the huge debt he owed, but his family also rebuilt the brick house. Even the housekeeper Liu, whom he hated, was driven away. Li Daqi felt like he was dreaming. In just a few days, his fate was completely reversed, and all this was because of his son.

Li Yanqing scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Dad, don't ask, let me tell you slowly in the future, or if you ask your fourth uncle, he knows the reason better than me, and I'm still confused!"

Li Daqi nodded, "Okay! I'll go back and ask your fourth uncle."

"Daqi, is this the son Yanqing?" Manager Luo, who came back with Li Daqi next to him, asked with a smile.

Only then did Li Yanqing realize that there was a man following his father, who was white and fat, with a persimmon cake face, which looked nothing special, but he looked kind.

"It's my son."

Li Daqi smiled and introduced to Li Yanqing: "Qing'er, this is the shopkeeper Luo of the county's bookstore."

Manager Luo was quite polite and invited the father and son to dinner in a tavern in the town. He ordered a pot of wine, ordered a few more dishes, and joked with Li Daqi and his son for a while before he turned back to the main business.

He took out Li Yanqing's manuscript and placed it on the table and asked with a smile: "Yanqing, your father said this is the book you wrote, right?"

"It was my own entertainment work that made Manager Luo laugh."

"Otherwise, I read it carefully all night last night. It was very exciting and well written!" Manager Luo praised with a thumbs up.

Li Daqi next to him said a little embarrassedly: "I have said a long time ago that this book is a random thought of a child. Manager Luo should not praise him too much."

Li Yanqing asked with a smile: "Shopkeeper Luo is here, don't he just want to relax, right?"

Manager Luo thought to himself, this child is very good at speaking!

"Where! Where!"

He immediately smiled at Li Daqi and said, "Daqi is too modest. If it were just nonsense, my boss would not let me come here. Yanqing, let's talk about this book!"

Manager Luo put the manuscript in front of Li Yanqing, "Did you write this manuscript?"

Li Yanqing was stunned. It would be impossible for the Northern Song Dynasty to have copyrights! He asked, "I don't quite understand what Manager Luo means. Did other bookshops print this book first, and Guifang can't print it anymore? Does the government have such regulations?"

Manager Luo shook his head, "There are no specific regulations, but there are rules in the industry. Everyone is in this industry. Some rules need to be explained. I bought a manuscript and printed it very much. Then you should also print it quickly. This is called not following the rules. Generally speaking, big bookstores do not bother with such things. They are just small bookstores, who are profit-oriented and do not follow the rules. Therefore, we must go to the Chen official in advance and print the name of the despicable bookstore on the pages, and also print the words "I have been applied to the boss and do not overwritten the version". Once someone finds that the prints are stolen, they will go to the Chen official in an instant and destroy the board and punish them."

When Li Daqi heard that he wanted to be punished, he was very nervous and asked his son: "Qing'er, did you write this book yourself?"

Li Yanqing smiled slightly, "Have you seen a book like this at home?"

Li Daqi was right to think about it. His son almost never left the house for more than a month. Instead, he told him some stories about Sun Wukong before. I guess he remembered it, so he made up a new story.

"Shopkeeper Luo, my son is extremely talented and has never forgotten his reading. He has been familiar with the past and the present at a young age. He especially likes to tell stories. This book was compiled by him telling stories to his neighbors and children."

Manager Luo nodded, "The son is indeed a young man and is different from ordinary children. I actually just ask according to the usual practice. If those who do our business are copying other people's books, you can tell at a glance."

Speaking of this, he said sincerely to Li Yanqing: "I came here today for two things. First, our bookstore wants to buy this book and sell it in stereotypes. Second, I hope you continue to write it."

Li Yanqing immediately asked with a smile: "How much does the shopkeeper Luo plan to give me?"

Li Daqi's face sank, "Qing'er, don't ask such a thing?"

Scholars are ashamed to talk about money. Li Daqi is forced by life and has to be petty, but he is very noble in his bones. He doesn't want his son to bow down for a few cents like him.

But Li Yanqing is much more realistic than his father. If it weren't for making money to support his family, why did he work hard to stay up late to write a book?

Manager Luo waved his hand, "Okay, I'm here for this, let's do it! According to normal notes and novels, how about 40 jin of each pen?"

Li Daqi was shocked. He thought that five or six guan was enough to make money. After all, it was something written by his child. He couldn't get on the table. He didn't write it until he even gave him 40 guan. He copied so many manuscripts to earn ten guan.

Li Daqi hurriedly said: "Forty guan is too much money, ten guan is enough. Don't spoil the child."

Li Yanqing slowly said to his father: "Dad is too underestimating Manager Luo. As Manager Luo, would he come to us for just ten cents of money?"

Manager Luo had long heard that Li Daqi's son was a fool. He had always despised him. He even suspected that the book was written by Li Daqi, but now he found that this child was much smarter than his father, which really surprised him.

Manager Luo didn't dare to look down on him anymore, so he quickly explained to Li Yanqing: "Although our bookstore is a small shop, we are honest and trustworthy, and the old man is not deceived. Forty guan is indeed the price of a note novel. A small official should know that a book sells for fifty chandeliers and also pays for carvings and ink paper money. Generally, frosted paper is not enough, and we must use green paper. We have to sell at least two thousand copies to make money. If the owner hadn't nodded, I really couldn't give forty chandeliers."

Li Daqi was a little angry. When did his son learn to bargain like a businessman? And how could he make things difficult for him? Li Daqi lowered his face and said in a lengthened voice: "Qing'er, don't say anything more."

Seeing that his father was angry, Li Yanqing pushed the manuscript to Manager Luo, "Then let's have forty stakes!"

Manager Luo was overjoyed and asked quickly: "When will the next book be given to me?"

Li Yanqing scratched his head and pretended to be very embarrassed, "I'm too busy with my studies now, I'm afraid I don't have much time, and I can't say it for a year or two, so I'll try my best!"

Manager Luo was stunned for a moment, and he finally realized how powerful this kid was. He thought for a while and said, "How about this, I will give you thirty-first-century basic money. In addition, with two thousand volumes as the boundary, I will divide the more than two thousand volumes to you. What is this plan?"

When Li Yanqing heard that he was willing to share 20% of the price for himself, the price was quite kind, so he smiled and said, "Then we will make a decision. After the Spring Festival, I will hand over the next part to the shopkeeper. You can pay the bill with my dad, and I will go back to do my homework."

After saying that, he was afraid that his father would blame him for falling into the money spot, so he turned around and ran away.

Li Daqi had no choice but to apologize to Manager Luo: "The child is ignorant, please forgive me."

Manager Luo smiled bitterly, "If my son has a 'ignorant' like a son, I will burn incense for my ancestors."
Chapter completed!