Soon, they arrived at Moxiang Bookstore. Uncle Liu stopped the carriage. After Yanxiao got out of the car, he first looked at the door and saw several large gilt characters hanging on the lintel, which read "Moxiang Bookstore".
“It’s really grand!”
Yan Xiao carried the poem manuscript in his arms and went in. There were quite a few people buying books. Yan Xiao stood there and looked at it for a while. Then the person at the counter came and asked, "Sir, what kind of book do you want? Give it to me."
Just tell me and I'll find it for you."
Yan Xiao looked at the man in front of him. He was in his thirties, with small eyes and thin eyebrows, and a shrewd appearance.
Yan Xiao whispered: "Is your boss here?"
"What do you want from our boss?"
Yan Xiao looked at the people in the store and saw that they were all looking at the books in their hands or looking for books on the bookshelves. No one noticed her, so she said: "I have a business and I want to talk to your boss about it. Did you know that yesterday?
Mr. Zhuyao at the Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Festival."
The man nodded and said, "I know, Mr. Zhuyao is really talented in literature. Those poems he wrote are so good! Every word is so beautiful!"
Yan Xiao blushed a little when he heard what this person said. After all, he didn't write it himself, so he was still a little embarrassed.
"I have a collection of poems by Mr. Zhu Yao in my hand. Go and ask your boss if he has any ideas."
The man didn't believe it after hearing this, and he asked sincerely: "Do you really have it?"
"It's true. Why should I lie to you about such a thing? If you don't want to, I'll find another bookstore."
"Hey, young man, don't be so impatient. Follow me to the inner room and wait for a while. I'll go find the boss right now."
After the smart-looking man brought Yan Xiao inside, he went out to invite the boss.
After an unlucky moment, a man wearing lake blue clothes and a scarf walked in.
"The shopkeeper said you have Zhu Yao's poetry collection in your hand?" The man sat opposite Yan Xiao and looked at Yan Xiao.
Yan Xiao sat upright and let his boss look at him. "Of course, and it is Zhu Yao's own handwriting."
"Who are you, Mr. Zhuyao?"
Yan smiled and said: "Zhuyao is my brother."
The boss nodded and said, "Can you show it to me?"
Yan Xiao took out the manuscript from his arms and handed it to the boss. After the boss took it, he first read the preface and then the poems inside. Perhaps it was the poems inside that attracted the boss, who actually read it for three quarters of an hour.
Fortunately, Yanxiao was not in a hurry and sat quietly waiting for the boss to read it. She knew that the value of this poetry manuscript was very high.
The boss cried as he looked at it. This surprised Yan Xiao. He didn't expect that the boss was such an emotional person.
"Boss, are you okay?"
The boss took out his own square towel and wiped his tears, then said with a sigh of relief: "It's okay, I haven't seen such a good poem in a long time! Mr. Zhuyao is indeed a genius."
"Master Zhuyao is actually not that powerful. The main reason is that he met a good teacher and acquired Master's unique skills." Yan Xiao said sincerely.
The boss wiped away his tears and said, "Didn't Mr. Zhuyao participate in the poetry meeting yesterday? Why did he suddenly become ill?"
Yan Xiao was very sad when she heard her boss's words. She also squeezed out some tears and sobbed as she spoke.
"My brother passed through a small county town when he came back and contracted a strange disease there, so he was delayed for a few days. He had already recovered after taking medicine. I visited Xunyang a few days ago and heard that there was a poetry meeting yesterday.
, I went to see it and left a few poems by the way. But for some reason last night, I suddenly coughed up blood!"
Yan Xiao burst into tears as he spoke. The boss poured Yan Xiao a cup of tea to make Yan Xiao calm down.
"Brother is afraid that his time is running out and he will fail his teacher's entrustment, so he specifically asked me to bring this poem manuscript to his family's bookstore for printing today." Yan Xiao wiped his tears and continued: "Brother's original intention was not to polish the pen.
Yes, but we are already shy doctors, and I want to treat my brother's illness."
When Yan Xiao said this, he looked at the boss with tearful eyes and said pitifully: "Boss, do you understand what I mean?"
When the boss heard Yan Xiao talking about Zhu Yao's experience, he was moved and confused. He even choked up and said: "I didn't expect Zhu Yao to be such a kind and kind person. He was already terminally ill, and he still remembered his teacher.
Entrust this."
"Master Zhuyao's poems are worth a thousand pieces of gold!" the boss said sonorously.
Then he called the shopkeeper and asked him to write a deed. Yan Xiao thought that the boss was shouting slogans, but he didn't expect that he actually asked the shopkeeper to write a thousand taels of gold on the deed.
Yan Xiao stopped the boss and said, "Boss, there are thirteen volumes of this poetry manuscript, but my brother has just sorted out the first volume. I will bring it back later after my brother has sorted it out."
"Okay, as long as Young Master Xiaozhu brings it over, I will still give you today's price." The boss said with a smile.
Yan Xiao quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no, no, brother doesn't take anything from me. I'm just worried about his condition... But I really can't take money for the following poems, otherwise I will really be disobeying my brother's entrustment.
Already."
"Since Young Master Xiao Zhu insists, then I will follow Young Master Xiao Zhu's advice."
The two parties signed the contract and paid the money. Yan Xiao took the money and left the bookstore. His eyes were still swollen. When Uncle Liu saw it, he asked curiously: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, go back!"
Yan Xiao got on the carriage, and Uncle Liu drove the carriage back. Yan Xiao sat in the carriage, thinking about what he had just said in the bookstore, he really admired himself for actually dying of what he said was a serious illness. However, this boss was also a
For those who are loyal, even a thousand gold coins will be given to themselves without any counter-offer.
Next, I will write down the remaining Tang poems and Song lyrics and give them to the boss. Now that I have a small sum of money, I can start to open a store.
When Yan Xiao returned to Qiao Yun's residence, it was already time for lunch. Qiao Yun left Yan Xiao to eat, and it happened that Su Niang also came.
Su Niang came in with her slender waist twisted. Before entering the room, she heard Su Niang's voice calling Zi Yan.
Qiao Yun smiled and said: "Don't tease Zi Yan all the time when you have nothing to do. She is still a child, so she can withstand your sweet words."
"There are no sweet words. I regard Ziyan as my own sister. I think my sister is pretty, so it's normal to tease her!"
Su Niang then sat down at the dinner table. When she saw the food on the table, she said in surprise: "Oh, today's food is good, there are small yellow croakers!"
Yan Xiao looked at Su Niang's fuss and couldn't help but said: "Your family is the largest cloth merchant in Xunyang, and the meal this meal is unmatched by ordinary people."
"That's what I said, but because of yesterday's poetry meeting, I was scolded. If it weren't for the fact that I have my own shop, my father wouldn't let me go out." Su Niang complained.
Su Niang's words aroused the curiosity of Qiao Yun, Yanxiao and Qiao Yun. Yan Xiao didn't know what Su Niang's situation was, but Qiao Yun did know that Su Niang had been pampered by her family since she was young and had never heard a scolding word. How could she not
Let her go out?
"why is that?"
Su Niang said: "Isn't it because you want me to find someone to marry quickly? You asked me if those people liked you yesterday? And my father knew that I took you away yesterday, and asked me how I met you.
?Ask me what I mean to you?"
When Su Niang said this, she took Yan Xiao's hand and smiled like a thief. She said: "Xiao Xiao, my good sister, why don't you help me! Let's just pretend, it won't be real.
There’s something like that.”
Yan Xiao quickly took out his hand, changed his seat, kept a safe distance from Su Niang and said, "Don't worry, in a few days there will be no more Zhu Yao."
"Why?" Su Niang Qiaoyun asked in unison. This chapter has been completed!