I opened a few pickled jars at the base of the wall and looked at them. They contained some blue-black sauce.
Li Chongrun muttered, thinking that although he did not do the main purpose of going out this time, it was a good idea to have the unexpected gain of penicillin.
"Aisha, take a few brothers to carry all these pickled jars back!"
"Prince, this is what is called "thieves don't leave empty-handed, right?" Aisha looked like she suddenly realized.
"Where are you talking about yourself as a thief?" Li Chongrun said with a smile: "This kind of old pickle is said to be a medicinal herb and very effective."
The pleasure boat acting as a transport ship was walking a little slowly on the river with a somewhat desolate west wind. When I passed by the mouth of the river leading to the Xiao family in Lanling, it was already the time for the sun to come.
"Turn in and go to the Xiao family."
Li Chongrun had an idea. Although he didn't know the strange medicinal herbs, he thought that the locals might know the source. And he was in Jiangnan Road, and the only locals were naturally the leader of the Xiao family.
Since the book selection work of Commercial Press was thrown to the nerdy patriarch, Li Chongrun has not heard of him for a long time.
"Oh, Chief Xiao, why did you become like this?"
It's not like the last time I sent a book. Although Li Chongrun didn't bring a ceremony this time, he could at least hand over a famous post and visit him openly, without having to sneak around as he did last time.
"I'm not hiding it from the prince, I've read a lot of books recently."
Xiao Song is not old. Although he was not strong last time when he met him, he was at least looking like a young man.
This time, although he had not yet reached the point where he needed someone to support him, his back was no longer as straight as before, and his hair surrounded by the sky crown became a little gray.
The most exaggerated thing is that Xiao Song doesn't even seem to be very useful, and his eyes need to be narrowed into a small slit to see clearly.
"It's just that I've been working hard for these books, and I'm really worried."
While walking to the main hall where Xiao Song was entertaining guests, Li Chongrun and Xiao Song were chatting every time: "There are many books published in the press recently. Could it be that the teacher selected them all?"
"The prince didn't know that the poet Song, the official character sent by the secretary, was very strict in the selection of books. If there were any mistakes or ambiguities, they would be rejected and not sent."
Xiao Song smiled bitterly and complained to Li Chongrun, "There were dozens of well-educated people in the clan, and Xiao also invited many classmates and friends to review the manuscripts. It was quite easy. But recently the word Song Zheng was written recently.
It became more and more deliberate. In the previous article of Ma Lao Fuzi in Runzhou, he only wrote a sentence in Inoue, and was refuted by Song Zheng's gimmick. The old Fuzi originally wanted to go to the capital city to argue with him, but who knew that he had a breath between words
I didn't keep up, it was gone."
Xiao Song's words were made of pity, but the other party was the official letter from His Majesty. Coming to Yangzhou to supervise the publication of books was the responsibility. He had no choice but to ask his backer to complain: "So recently, the books,
After Xiao personally reviewed and revised it, he handed it over to Song Zhengzi for review, which was a bit waste of effort."
"Oh, what's the difficult thing to solve? Why don't you send the manuscripts collected by Brother Xiao on weekdays, regardless of the differences, to Mr. Song. After Mr. Song's approval, Brother Xiao will choose some that you think is suitable.
, Leave it to Dongchang for printing."
The workshops on the east cover a large area, and the press has been doing a lot of business recently, so I chose a few factories and moved them in. In order to be different from the winery and other factories on the other side, everyone started to have an east.
The factory nickname is calling.
"this……"
Xiao Song did not agree immediately, but showed a hesitant expression on his face, as if there was something unspeakable.
After thinking for a while, Li Chongrun guessed that in the Jiangnan academic community, the Xiao family is very determined because they control the review authority for printing and publishing books, and vaguely looks like the sixth surname in the world.
The idea he came up with was like sharing most of the power in Xiao Song's hands to Song Zhiwen. The position in the literary world that the Xiao family finally won was afraid that they would return to the liberation overnight.
"Brother Xiao, don't worry. Brother Xiao can choose some of the books he has published and place them in a conspicuous place at the door of the Commercial Press. It means that it is recommended by the editor-in-chief, and those books with average qualifications are just in the inner hall bookshelf.
It is sold normally. Brother Xiao thinks what?"
Xiao Song thought about it for a while and found that only Li Chongrun's method was more operational and had a relatively small impact on his power. He could only nod in a reluctant way.
"And Brother Xiao has been dealing with Mr. Song's review recently, and I think he has accumulated a lot of experience. Why not organize and publish a review and response test? This scholar in Jiangnan, who wants to write a book, thinks that he has to read Brother Xiao's masterpiece to complete his career.
Brother Xiao doesn’t know what to do?”
Li Chongrun had a simple idea and hit Xiao Song's weaknesses appropriately.
He can publish books and become famous, and all scholars in the world have to refer to their own books to write books. Thinking of this, Xiao Song has gone from his original worry and is increasingly smiling.
"If this scholar in Jiangnan and even the scholars in the world should use Brother Xiao as a reference, as long as Brother Xiao does not do those unjust things in the future, even if Brother Xiao does not want a posthumous title starting with a text, the scholars in the world will not be able to do this scholar in the world if he does not want a posthumous title.
Just agree.”
The excitement of Li Chongrun's words reached the point of g. Xiao Song was originally a little smiled, but his face was flushed with excitement, and his two twigs trembled. If there weren't many entourages and guards on the side, I was afraid he would have been on the spot.
Just kowtow to this prince who is nearly half smaller than him.
"If there is really such a day, Xiao will be willing to lead the horse and whip for the prince, and go through fire and water, and will never refuse."
The recommendation and review system for the website of later novels copied by Li Chongrun made Xiao Song so passionately that even Li Chongrun called him twice and didn't hear it clearly after he arrived at the main hall.
"Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao!"
"Ah? Oh. What is the matter that the prince asked?"
Li Chongrun could only patiently ask the question he had asked twice just now: "I wonder if Brother Xiao has some research on local medicines?"
"I understand a little bit. When Xiao was young, he read medical books and took the exam based on the local actual property..."
Hearing Xiao Song starts talking again, Li Chongrun quickly interrupts his headache spell cast: "Have you ever seen this medicine?"
Xiao Song took the black medicine residue handed over by Li Chongrun, rubbed it open and looked carefully, then carefully broke it down and put it in his mouth to taste it.
"Prince, if Xiao was not mistaken, this medicine is dog head gold, also known as dog spine, which is a holy product for treating knife wounds. Xiao was naughty when he was young and was injured by a bamboo knife. Fortunately, this thing was washed away by washing.
It is extremely magical to cover the wound with this object and bleeding stops immediately."
"Brother Xiao knows where this thing is produced?"
Li Chongrun also guessed that this thing should be used to treat knife wounds, but the point is where this thing is produced. If you can find the place where this medicinal material is produced, I am afraid that the hiding place of Monk Wuchen is far away.
Not far away.
"God-headed gold will only grow in the mountains with shady back and watered springs. Only Maoshan Huohuan Palace's back mountain is produced in the local area. However, this thing grows very slowly and can only be used rarely, even if it is a wealthy family..."
Seeing that Xiao Song started to quit again, Li Chongrun could only interrupt the nerd who was a little premature and was running wildly towards the old pedantic. "Brother Xiao knows that Huohuan Palace is again
What place to go? Is it also a monk temple?"
"Huahuan Palace was built by Tao Hongjing, a real man from Huayang in the previous dynasty. How could it be a monk temple?"
It was actually a Taoist temple. Li Chongrun said that no wonder he had searched all over the monk temple but could not find the trace of this monk Wuchen. He unexpectedly hid in the Taoist temple.
After a few more greetings with Xiao Song, Li Chongrun politely declined the nerdy patriarch's enthusiasm for sending two more tea mountains, and hurried back to the pleasure boat.
"You said, should we take the opportunity to take down that Taoist temple together?"
The river water was surging, and was pushed by the rising tide. The river bank, which was already very low, made the river look wider. The originally bleak west wind stopped, but the east wind that could be borrowed had not left, and the sails were closed.
It was still hanging high on the mast, looking a little lonely.
Li Chongrun looked at the dim river at the bow of the boat, and asked Gongsun Lan and the little loli behind him without looking back: "You said, do we want to take this opportunity to give the Luo Shizi Huohuan Palace together.
Take it?"
"Your Majesty, you can't go there, you may be ambushing."
"If I were those bad monks, I would have left someone to stare at me. I'm afraid that the news that we left was empty would have reached the bad guy's ears long ago. Let's just go like this, aren't we just going to the trap?"
Li Chongrun also thought of this, but based on his historical knowledge in his previous life, Xue Huaiyi should have died half a year ago.
As a result, the monk not only lives very well, but also becomes more and more favored.
There was news that this person had been named the Grand Governor of Yangzhou. Although he was just a remote leader and had a false title, he had a nominal boss on his head, and there was also Song Zhiwen, who was next to him.
The fourth brother's legs were staring at him, which made him feel really uncomfortable.
Li Chongrun, who had returned to Yangzhou, had just got off the boat at the dock of the West Factory, and Bing'er hurriedly ran over, and the joy on his face could not be covered. "Your Majesty, you're so happy!"
"Have you approved the money you applied to His Majesty?"
Bing'er shook her head.
"The clan leader of the five surnames and Qiwang died suddenly?"
Li Chongrun habitually ran the train in his mouth, completely forgot that the current patriarch of the Li family in Longxi was his cheap man who was still exiled in Fangzhou.
"The princess came down and said, Your Majesty sent someone to Yangzhou Fengshan Dragon Bones, and the prince guesses who the envoy is?"