At the door of the restaurant, Hou Jiang looked at Fang Pan's tall figure walking away.
After a while, Hou Jiang walked with his head down and quickly walked into the crowd of people on the street. Being cautious and accustomed to it, he walked around the capital several times to make sure there was no tail behind him, and then went to the printing factory to look for Jiang Long.
Fang Pan walked slowly among the crowd, and many pedestrians subconsciously avoided him when they saw his majestic body.
After a while, Fang Pan came to Caishikou execution ground.
"Brother Fangpan, come here quickly." Another strong executioner on the execution platform greeted: "The next group of prisoners will be escorted over soon."
"Um."
Fang Pan scratched his head, responded naively, and walked onto the high platform.
When he held the ghost head knife used for execution in his hand, Fang Pan suddenly fell into a trance.
In front of his eyes, a picture of his childhood suddenly appeared. At that time, he was only a few years old. His father was a guard in Prince Huai's palace. He was still young at that time and was very curious about the palace, so he asked his father to take him in the palace.
Stroll around.
Prince Huai had a violent temper since he was a child. The emperor didn't like him very much, but he didn't neglect him either.
But when he was very young, a palace was built for him and King Huai moved out of the palace.
It turned out that his laughter was just too loud and disturbed King Huai who happened to be passing by, and then...
At that time, King Huai, who was also only a few years old, gave an order, and his father was beheaded by several palace guards who rushed forward.
He would never forget that at that time, King Huai had a tight little face and raised his chin. Then after seeing his father's head fall to the ground, he suddenly burst into smiles and clapped his little hands vigorously.
That is simply a devil!
Fang Pan was so excited that his majestic body trembled slightly.
He is only a few years old, but he regards human life as nothing.
In a daze, he suddenly heard a sound of "time is up, kill!"
Instinctively, he raised the ghost-headed sword high, the sharp blade reflecting sunlight.
A cold light flashed in mid-air!
puff!
The prisoner's big head was chopped off instantly, Gulu Gulu rolled to the side, and a column of blood spurted out from his neck.
There were many people watching the execution below the high platform, and some timid ones closed their eyes in fear and exclaimed.
Fang Pan was stunned, staring at the head full of fear with blurred vision.
The facial features of the head changed for a moment to what they looked like when my father died tragically, and for a moment they looked like Prince Huai...
It wasn't until the executioner next to him came over and patted his shoulder gently that he slowly raised his head and looked blankly at the people in the audience.
In the printing factory, Jiang Long sat at the table, drinking tea and listening to Hou Jiang's report.
"In the end, I chose the square plate."
After hearing what Hou Jiang said, Jiang Long nodded with satisfaction.
"I came back this time hoping to get some money to help Yinghong redeem herself."
After Jiang Long thought for a while, he took out a five-hundred-tael silver note from his sleeve and handed it over, "You take this money first. In addition to redeeming Yinghong's life, you will spend money when you need to do things in the future."
You can make your own decisions without having to report to me in advance."
Hou Jiang took the banknote, glanced at it, and immediately said: "Isn't this a bit too much?"
"Not much." Jiang Long waved his hand and said, "By the way, I'll make a list and you can buy them all for me."
"yes."
Hou Jiang responded and then helped to grind the ink.
Jiang Long slowly spread out the rice paper and started writing.
This is a recipe!
After first praising Jiang Long for his excellent calligraphy, Hou Jiangcai asked: "How do you plan to let Fang Pan assassinate the king of Huai, Zhao Chang?"
"How is Fang Pan's skill?" Jiang Long asked as he wrote.
Hou Jiang thought for a while and replied: "Although he is majestic, he only has brute strength."
"The guards around King Huai are extremely tight. It is difficult to successfully assassinate him with high martial arts skills alone, so I have to use strange tricks." Jiang Long said with a smile, "With my method, brute strength is enough."
"Oh?" Hou Jiang was puzzled.
However, Jiang Long did not explain any more and changed the topic, "After redeeming Yinghong, you must place it properly. No mistakes can be made."
"yes."
"Although Fang Pan..." At this point, Jiang Long stopped writing and sighed: "I also want the two of them to spend more time together, but assassinating King Huai is not a trivial matter, and there must be no holes left!"
At the end of the sentence, Jiang Long's voice became extremely firm.
Hou Jiang understood Jiang Long's meaning, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I understand! After redeeming Yinghong, I arranged for the two of them to spend the night together and have a good talk. I immediately took him there early the next morning.
Yinghong left the capital."
"Yes." Jiang Long nodded and warned at the same time, "You have to be careful yourself, and you must not let anyone see your face clearly."
Hou Jiang responded, "I have traveled around the world all year round and know some ways to disguise myself."
After writing the prescription and giving it to Hou Jiang, Hou Jiang left quietly.
That night, Hou Jiang disguised himself as a man with sinister features and redeemed the crying Yinghong from Liuxiang Pavilion.
Because she was afraid of exposing her flaws, she didn't tell Yinghong in advance. It wasn't until she saw Fang Pan wearing a bamboo hat on her head in an inn that her face was covered up that Yinghong learned what had happened.
Hou Jiang left the room without disturbing the two of them.
Fang Pan and Yinghong spent a night together in the inn.
Hou Jiang came over the next day and saw that Ying Hong's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and Fang Pan's face was full of reluctance.
But the hatred for killing one's father is irreconcilable, so how can one not avenge him?
And I don’t know how many nights in the past, he was woken up by nightmares!
If he didn't kill King Huai, Fang Pan would have trouble with his conscience all his life, because if he hadn't made a fuss about wandering around the palace, his father would not have died.
Hou Jiang opened his mouth and urged Yinghong to leave quickly. Although Yinghong burst into tears and was very sad, her eyes showed firmness, "Brother Pan, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of our children!"
"Yeah!" Fang Pan stared at Yinghong's face and nodded heavily.
A few big tears fell down the corners of his eyes.
After Hou Jiang left the capital with Yinghong, he hired a carriage and headed south.
Doesn’t it mean that you just need to take the person away safely? You also need to settle him down, otherwise Yinghong will be penniless and starve to death?
Hou Jiang had five hundred taels of silver notes given to him by Jiang Long, and it only cost him a few dozen taels to redeem Yinghong.
When you get to the south, spend some money to get a reasonable identity for Yinghong, then buy a shop for Yinghong in a small town, start a small business, and you won't have to worry about food and drink.
When Hou Jiang left the capital, the printing factory also took action.
After so many days of hard work under the leadership of Chai Shirong, the printing factory already had a large backlog of scripts.
Sales officially start today.
Horse-drawn carriages loaded with books came in and out of the printing house.
In addition, Duke Cheng's Mansion also sent many servants from the mansion to walk around the streets with storybooks in their hands.
Instead of selling them along the streets, they sent these storybooks to vendors on the street for consignment. They also took the storybooks to look for storytellers in restaurants, restaurants, and inns.
Give these gentlemen a free copy.
There is no TV, no movies, no computer games in this world... People's entertainment activities are extremely scarce.
Many people like to listen to storytelling.
If storytellers want to capture the audience, they naturally have to work hard to innovate and tell new stories.
Big Big Wolf and Journey to the West - The Legend of Evil just satisfy them.
And by telling these two stories, they were invisibly advertising the storybook.
These sales skills were naturally taught to Chai Shirong by Jiang Long.
With the efforts of all the servants in the printing factory and Duke Cheng's mansion, in just half a day, the two stories were displayed all over the streets and alleys of the capital.
In the inn and restaurant, all the storytellers stopped telling their previous stories and started telling the story of Big Big Wolf and Journey to the West.
I can't help it, these two stories are really too good to listen to and too attractive.
There are good stories in the storybook, and the sales method is very successful. Volumes of the storybook are naturally sold out very quickly.
Many printers saw the benefits and quickly pirated copies.
However, their sales channels are limited, and Jianglong has set the price of the storybooks very well. The quantity of goods is sufficient, and they can replenish them in time to meet the market supply. However, they cannot sell them cheaper, so their profits are extremely limited.
In the next few days, the capital was full of voices discussing Big Big Wolf and Journey to the West.
The pirates thought they could take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune, but the end result was that fewer and fewer people came to buy books from them.
Because Jianglong is vigorously advocating the establishment of a brand!
Books published by Bogutongjin Printing Factory are genuine.
Moreover, counterfeit logos were printed on the books.
Gradually, these pirates no longer dare to print books, otherwise they will probably be stuck in their hands and unable to sell them.
This is a strong wind that can sweep across Daqi.
After being sold in the capital, study halls across the country successively received the goods and started selling them.
However, there is one place that sells out earlier.
It is the location of Lin Ya's hometown.
In Beijing, in the Bogutongjin Printing Factory, Chai Shirong's face glowed red.
The business was booming, and he, the manager of the printing house, was naturally very proud.
Last night, even Duke Cheng specially called him over and praised him.
Although the benefits of each book are not much, I can’t bear the large number.
And most importantly, this is a business that can be extremely prosperous and long-lasting.
As long as Jiang Long can write a good story, he won't be afraid of not being able to sell it now that the market has been fully opened.
Seeing Chai Shirong's face full of spring breeze, as if all the bones in his body were lighter, Jiang Long just chuckled.
He didn't care about this small achievement.
The two stories of Big Big Wolf and Journey to the West were so fierce that within a few days, the news reached the Ouchi Imperial Palace and various wealthy mansions.
Some people couldn't help but be jealous because Duke Cheng's family had made a lot of money this time.
There are also people who want to get in the way and ride in a carriage to go to Duke Chengguo's mansion every day to establish friendship with Duke Chengguo.
Duke Cheng Guo was so annoyed that he finally claimed to be ill at home and refused to see any guests.
What a joke, with such a good business, how could he give away his money to others for nothing?
Regardless of whether he wanted to cooperate or become a shareholder, he refused.
And due to Duke Cheng's reputation, no one dared to be tough.
Jiang Long smiled when he heard Chai Shirong talking about how troubled Duke Cheng was these days.
This was what he expected.
Cooperating with Duke Chengguo's Palace originally had the intention of taking advantage of the prestige of Duke Chengguo's Palace. Otherwise, if there were only Jingfu's family, even if Jingfu's reputation was great, when the benefits were big enough, some people would still be tempted.
Those who are greedy and want to plunder.
In a mansion with a slightly dilapidated entrance in the capital city.
A beautiful woman wearing only obscene clothes was leaning on the bed, holding a storybook in her hand.
"This gray wolf is really interesting."
"Giggle, what a cute sheep."
"Do you still like smelly lambs?"
After a while, the woman closed the storybook in her hand, and a look of confusion appeared in her charming eyes. What kind of person was he?
Wolves, sheep, and the beginning of another book is also about a monkey...
Just when she was lost in thought, the door outside the bedroom was suddenly pushed open, and a little maid walked in.