After planting the potatoes, Li Shimin and Fang Xuanling went back to their respective homes, and Zhang San's life returned to normal. Zhang San has been busy writing textbooks at home these two days.
Yes, you heard it right, Zhang San feels that the current children's reading books are too obscure and difficult to understand, and it is difficult for him to read them.
So Zhang San racked his brains, dug up all the knowledge he had in his previous life, and prepared to write three textbooks himself.
A book of literature mainly teaches children to read and write; a book of arithmetic mainly teaches children some basic arithmetic knowledge; and a book of labor mainly teaches children to have fun while not forgetting to exercise their hands-on skills. I don’t want to cultivate some
A guy with high ambitions and low ambitions.
Education must start from childhood and cultivate a group of successors who can adapt to one's own development theory in the future.
"Sir, do you want to take a rest?" Xiaoyu walked into the study room and asked when she saw Zhang San still writing textbooks there.
"It's okay, there's one more thing. I'm going to rest after writing. You should go back and rest early!" Zhang San said, rubbing his temples.
Xiaoyu walked up behind Zhang San, gently massaged Zhang San's head with her hands, and said: "Xiaoyu is not tired, just stay here with the young master."
Now that Zhang San has adapted to Xiaoyu serving him, it is easy for a person to go from simplicity to luxury.
"Xiaoyu, have you encountered any difficulties at work recently?" Zhang San asked with his eyes closed.
"It's okay for now. If there are any problems that can't be solved, I'll ask you." Xiaoyu said.
"Okay, you should pay more attention to rest yourself, don't be too tired, and train yourself two assistants. There are some things that you don't have to do yourself."
"Okay, sir." Xiaoyu replied.
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The next day, Zhang San got up relatively late. Xiaoyu and Xiaomei were not at home. He simply ate something and prepared to go to Sanwei Bookstore.
Although I was not very optimistic about the bookstores that were against me, as Fang Xuanling said, I couldn't take it lightly. While I had nothing to do today, I asked Zhang Fu to drive with me to Sanwei Bookstore to have a look.
When I came to Sanwei Bookstore, I saw many young students sitting there reading quietly in the reading room, shaking their heads from time to time, which looked very funny.
"Sire, you are here!" Shopkeeper Sun was obviously very happy today, and he hurriedly greeted Zhang San when he came in.
"How has the bookstore been operating these days? Have the opponents given up?" Zhang San asked.
"Sir, I really admire your ability to collect wool. Then He Xing and Laishun Bookstores have put up signs that they are temporarily closed. I inquired privately and found that neither of them has enough capital turnover and book supply.
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Shopkeeper Sun now admires Zhang San. Although the business of the bookstore is still not very good, it has obviously improved a lot, especially after those two bookstores closed down one after another. Although the other bookstores are still persisting, they will not be able to persist for a long time.
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"Only two bookstores have closed. It seems that this move is not strong enough." Zhang San was not very satisfied with the result.
After hearing what Zhang San said, shopkeeper Sun also smiled bitterly. It seems that this owner wants to close all other stores!
"How long can our capital turnover be enough to last?" Zhang San asked.
"Going back to Sir, last time Young Master Cheng and Young Master Yuchi sent someone to send a batch of money. Now if there is nothing else, it is enough to last for three months." Shopkeeper Sun replied.
"I know, I'll give this to you, follow this tomorrow." Zhang San handed shopkeeper Sun a piece of paper with the content of the activities he had come up with in the past two days, and this time he will add more fire to them.
"Sir, is this possible? What if those companies also buy as much as we do?" Shopkeeper Sun asked worriedly when he saw that Zhang San was going to do something similar to Laishun Bookstore.
"Just follow what I said. We can't keep injecting capital into it. It's time to cut the leeks." Zhang San replied.
"Cutting leeks?" Shopkeeper Sun was a little confused as to what this meant, but in view of Zhang San's methods, Shopkeeper Sun didn't say much this time and prepared to carry out the activity step by step according to Zhang San's instructions.
Zhang San didn't bother to explain what cutting leeks meant. This time he had to dig out a piece of meat from those people.
This time, the main purpose is to sell a batch of books purchased last time. The price is the same as the last time. The difference is that Zhang San asked shopkeeper Sun to print a lot of these books overtime.
Zhang San plans to take advantage of his cost advantage and sell the purchased books, and then reduce the sales of his newly printed books on this basis.
At that time, if those bookstores recycle these books, they will face a price war from Zhang San. If they don't recycle these books, they will have money on their books anyway, so they can just sell them slowly and afford them.
Of course, Zhang San thinks that those bookstores will probably join together to buy, and follow his original example of shorting Sanwei Bookstore. But don’t forget that Zhang San’s printing technology and papermaking technology are much more advanced than theirs. I wish they would buy them in large quantities and hoard them.
Woolen cloth.
If they do, they will have fun reading it. When their newly printed books are sold at low prices, the books they bought will become waste paper.
Zhang San discussed some details with shopkeeper Sun, and then asked shopkeeper Sun to start preparations, while he went to the printing workshop behind to check it out.
Seeing that everything in the bookshop was running in an orderly manner, Zhang San hummed a little tune and left.
"I don't know what Keying is doing now. It would be great if I had a mobile phone. I could chat on WeChat, or go out to watch movies and drink milk tea like in my previous life. Wouldn't it be nice?" Zhang San thought while sitting on the carriage.
From time to time, Fang Keying's figure floated by.
"I don't know how that little girl feels about me, but I don't want to have unrequited love." Zhang San took out the sachet that Fang Keying gave him that day, took a deep sniff, and thought about how to meet his wife.
Can be profitable.
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"Miss, are you thinking about Mr. Zhang again!" Xiaoyan suddenly jumped out and asked when she saw Fang Keying sitting in front of the window in a daze.
"Scared me, Xiaoyan, please ask for a beating!" Fang Keying was exposed to her thoughts, and she chased Xiaoyan around the house in shame.
"I want you to talk nonsense and tickle you!" Fang Keying pushed Xiaoyan to the corner and stretched out her little hand to scratch Xiaoyan's armpit. Xiaoyan immediately surrendered and laughed so much that tears came out.
"Miss, I want you to go to the study." While the two were fighting, a maid knocked on the door and said.
"Okay, I'll come right away. Did your father say anything?" Fang Keying straightened her appearance and asked the maid.
"I don't know, slave, but the master just told the young lady to go to the study room."
Fang Keying came to the study and saw Fang Xuanling sitting in front of the desk, writing with a pen in hand.
"Father, why did you ask the child to come here?" Fang Keying came to Fang Xuanling's side and asked.
Fang Xuanling didn't speak and was writing something by herself.
Fang Keying lowered her head and saw that a line of words had been written on it, but it was not finished yet. She stopped talking so as not to disturb Fang Xuanling and stood aside to watch carefully.
"Ying'er, what do you think of these two lines of poetry?" Fang Xuanling put the brush aside and asked after finishing writing.
"There are tens of millions of mansions in Anhui, which will protect the poor people all over the world and make them happy." Fang Keying read it in a low voice, feeling that it had endless charm.
"Father, did you say these two sentences?"
"No, what do you think?"
"These two poems read catchy, exciting, and have lofty intentions. I feel that this person should be a person with lofty ambitions and a heart for the world." Fang Keying replied.
"Well, these two sentences were said by Zhang San." Fang Xuanling said, while looking at Fang Keying.
When I heard my father say that these two poems were written by Zhang San, and when I saw my father looking at me, I felt panicked, my face instantly turned red, and my little hands unconsciously held my skirt.