The prayer lights all over the sky are like a beautiful dream covering the county.
Until two days later, some people were still talking and praising it.
Everyone in the Jin tribe of the Han Dynasty was also amazed by the great battle on the Chinese Valentine's Day. Especially after the accounts of the past two days were compiled, they were even more impressed by the lord's wisdom.
"On the seventh day of the lunar month, the net profit was 538 taels; on the eighth day of the lunar month, the net profit was 787 taels."
"In addition, all the stores participating in the lantern discounts have made a lot of money in the past two days. Other stores have already started to contact Zhang Tou'er and want to join in the next Chinese Valentine's Day."
Ding Guangqi, a member of the Ministry of Finance who was responsible for reporting accounts to Li Changan, handed the compiled ledger to Li Changan with both hands.
"So you won't lose money?"
Li Changan flipped through his account book and said with a half-smile.
Ding Guangqi's face was full of shame. When he objected at first, he was the loudest, thinking that he would lose a lot of money.
As a result, Wangfuji not only did not lose money, but also made a lot of money. It even took this opportunity to expand the power of the Han Jin tribe outwards.
It can be said that it accomplishes multiple things with one stone.
"The Ministry of Finance has recently been in contact with rouge and gouache shops in the county. It would be best if we can win one or two." Li Changan said.
Ding Guangqi nodded in agreement.
"What has Uncle Zhang been busy with lately? It seems like I haven't seen him for a long time." Li Changan paused and asked.
Ding Guangqi's body suddenly froze, "Zhang... Zhang's boss is currently busy organizing the wine shop in the county."
Li Changan smiled and patted Ding Guangqi on the shoulder, "Why are you nervous? Go back."
Ding Guangqi left respectfully.
Li Changan shook his head helplessly. When he stepped into this position, his words and deeds would be infinitely magnified.
He just asked a question, but it made his subordinates so frightened.
Shortly after Ding Guangqi left, the sound transmission talisman in his arms shook slightly. Li Changan took it out and took a look, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Manager Huang, do you have any good news?"
"Congratulations to Mr. Qinglian for ascending to the throne of Huabenzong." Manager Huang's voice was brisk.
"The dividends from "Eternal Dragon Sword" will help Young Master to reach the level that Zong Zheng should be. Young Master, please rest assured."
"Guanshi Huang is too polite." Li Changan's mind changed a little and he mentioned Zongzheng level. With a story book, he could earn at least 30% more.
"That's what it should be." Manager Huang said with a smile, "In addition, I have good news to tell the young master."
"Because the master's reputation was so high after the storybook list was released, several storytellers who were originally planning to publish storybooks in July, Zongzheng, moved it to August with a tacit understanding."
"In July, Young Master's "Eternal Heaven and Sword of the Dragon" will dominate the show."
Li Changan raised his eyebrows. It was indeed good news. Without these words, the sales volume of "The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Slayer" would no longer have any impact.
The money earned is second to none.
The reputation and culture that can be gathered together are crucial.
Not to mention that it is comparable to the literary spirit produced by "The Road Is Difficult", but at least it can allow him to imprint the natal grammar on the Qinglian Wenlu.
"Then I'm sorry to bother Manager Huang, but we should publish it at the time agreed upon before." Li Changan smiled.
"Don't worry, sir, tomorrow, the tenth day of the lunar month, "Eternal Dragon Sword" will be on sale." Manager Huang was in a good mood.
"By the way, tomorrow all the poems and stories on the Literary Saint List and the Storytelling List will be thrown into the furnace of war in the north. Young Master's three storybooks may be able to cultivate grammar."
Li Changan was surprised and said, "Can the script of Chinese dialects also cultivate grammar?"
"This is natural, and because it is based on the entire Hua Ben, the grammatical potential cultivated by the Hua Ben is very strong."
"Here I would like to wish you immediate success."
"Thank you, steward."
Li Changan put away the sound transmission talisman, thought for a while and took out the jade identity token.
"Is the grammar cultivated by spoken words stronger than the grammar cultivated by poetry? - Bing Thirty-three"
“I don’t know much about it.——Bing 17”
"The potential will be stronger. After all, it is based on the entire storybook, but it also depends on the quality of the storybook. - Bing32"
“Brother Li, why do you ask this?——Bing Shiqi”
"I just learned today that the storybooks on the storybook list will also be thrown into the furnace of war, so I asked about it. - Bing Thirty-Three"
In Tiandiyuan, the corner of Annan's mouth curled up slightly, "Are you worried? - Bing32"
"What are you worried about? - B-33"
"Qinglian, he is also at the peak of his powers now. He can be called the most powerful genius in terms of scripts. - Bing Thirty-Two"
"What does it have to do with me if he writes his storybook? - B-33"
"Duplicity.——Bing 17"
"Brother Li is outstanding in poetry and prose, and Qinglian is also the same in story books. Brother Li is worried that Qinglian will surpass him. - Bing32"
"It's a joke, let Qinglian write poetry and essays. - Bing Thirty-Three"
"In May, Qinglian ranked second on the Literary Saint List, just one step behind Brother Li. - Bing32"
"I thought Brother Li never worried that he would be surpassed. - Bingseven"
When Li Changan saw what these two people were talking about, his head was filled with black lines.
"Am I worried? Wait until I write a storybook to suppress Qinglian. - Bing Thirty-Three"
"Write quickly, write quickly, so that the whole Jin Dynasty can have a good show. - Bing 32"
Annan was just watching the fun and didn't think it was a big deal.
Putting down his identity badge, Li Changan carefully recalled the three novels that were on the novel list.
"The Butterfly Lovers", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".
""The Legend of Heaven and the Dragon Slayer" cannot keep up with this novel list, but "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" should be able to cultivate grammar."
"In this way, the gap between Qinglian Wen Palace and Taibai Wen Palace can be narrowed a little."
Li Changan tapped his fingers on the table with a look of anticipation in his eyes.
…
On the tenth day of the seventh month,
The poems and stories on the literary saint list and the storybook list were thrown into the furnace of war one after another.
For a time, the atmosphere in the sky above Jin Dynasty surged like a tide.
The clouds in the sky are like ocean waves, constantly gathering towards the north.
The entire Jin Dynasty also turned its attention to the northern battlefield.
This war, which started in April, still shows no signs of stopping to this day.
On the contrary, because more and more Wenzong took action, the war luck gathered in the northern battlefield became stronger and stronger.
In the furnace of war in Beiliang City, the raging flames of war almost burned a hole in the sky.
The hundred-foot-high war furnace is like a mountain, swallowing up the murderous and bloody atmosphere from all directions.
It was like a huge vortex, stirring the huge battlefield.
The sky above Beiliang City was shrouded in dark red, so depressing that it made one's heart tremble.
Along with hundreds of storybooks, hundreds of poems and essays were put into it.
The flames of war became more and more violent, as if everything around them was going to be burned down.
At this moment, figures seemed to come from the horizon. After seeing the flames of war soaring into the sky, they couldn't help but stop.
"But why does a war involving hundreds of thousands of soldiers last for so long?"
"It has been three full months, and instead of stopping the war, there are signs of intensifying."
"Could it be that the demon clan on the border of the battlefield is ready to make another move?"
Two figures descended from the clouds and walked into Beiliang City.
It was Duke Ningping and Duke Zhenyang who came out of the Wensheng Palace of Bailu Academy.
On the afternoon of the tenth day of the lunar month, a ray of light suddenly rose from the furnace of war, illuminating the dark red sky.
Grammar comes to the world!
The terrible luck of war surged forward, like a boundless tsunami, rushing toward the battlefield borders.
There was a loud rumble of thunder rolling through the air.
Ningping Gong and Zhenyang Gong were at the Li family in Beiliang at this time. After sensing such amazing war luck, they quickly set their sights on the furnace of war.
"How could it be? It's him again!?"
Duke Ning Ping and Duke Zhenyang looked at each other, and both saw the look of horror in each other's eyes.