The moment he stepped out of Chunxiang Tower, Meng Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to come tonight, but he couldn't live up to Miss Shi Yu's good intentions. He came to Chunxiang Tower to give her an explanation, but he didn't know that he would meet Ma Wencai on the way.
He was a bitch, not only obstructing her, but also violently attacking her personally. As the saying goes, if you can't bear it anymore, you don't need to bear it any more, so Meng Xinghe had no choice but to take action and pretend to be a BB in the eyes of modern people.
The moonlight was mottled, the lights were swaying, and only people wandering around in the bustling Taoyuan Street at night. Feeling the cold autumn wind, Meng Xinghe wrapped his clothes tightly and walked straight to the county school.
"I wonder how the printing of Zhong Yusu's reference materials is going." For some unknown reason, Meng Xinghe suddenly became interested in the concubine kept by the Minister. Perhaps it was because both of them had extremely bad reputations, so they cherished each other!
Thinking that today was the first time he met Zhong Yusu, although the two had almost no relationship in terms of business cooperation, after getting along, Meng Xinghe realized that only this "travelling lady" seemed to understand her heart.
"Mr. Hualiu!!" Funny, so fucking funny. I haven't even contributed to the great man-creation project for the first time. Who the hell am I, "Mr. Hualiu"? Meng Xinghe scolded fiercely: "I was born in a poor family.
No matter what, it doesn’t matter if you have a bad reputation, one day I will let everyone know that those who achieve great things must be "scholars"."
If you are feeling aggrieved in your heart, you won't be happy if you don't scold him. Meng Xinghe vented his anger to the endless night. After feeling happy, he felt extremely comfortable and hummed his hit song "Ten, Eight, Touch" vigorously.
The county school ran away.
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Two days after the unhappy banquet, news came from the "Imperial Garden" that the first batch of goods had been printed. In the past two days, Meng Xinghe had been hiding in his wing to study it carefully.
The next marketing method. For him, it is the same whether he takes the provincial examination or not. Who gets the first place and who loses is none of his business. His main purpose now is to make a lot of money.
Looking seriously at a drawing on the table that he drew many circles on, Meng Xinghe mobilized almost all his brain cells to figure out how to sell the first batch of printed materials from "Imperial Garden" at a high price.
Books in this era did not have clear price tags from the government's industrial and commercial departments, and it was up to the merchants to buy high or low. In order not to suffer a loss, Meng Xinghe racked his brains to find a suitable price for his debut novel "Secrets of the Number One Scholar".
He first set the price at ten taels of silver per book, then felt that he was at a disadvantage, so he added a little more, turning it into twenty taels per book. After thinking about it, Meng Xinghe felt that he could not treat his debut novel carelessly, so he simply
Twenty taels was dropped, and forty taels was written down seriously.
"Forty taels? Isn't that a dead end? No, I want to change it. Before I sold it, I was blocked by this unlucky number. I can't make it if I don't change it." Meng Xinghe lifted the brush in his hand with great shamelessness.
Swish, swish, three black crosses again. He shamelessly changed the forty-two pieces per book into eighty-two pieces per book, and said proudly: "This is the right thing! I'll sell a lot of my debut novel."
So fucking talented!”
After several twists and turns, Meng Xinghe finally settled on the price. However, then he thought that he was not a celebrity or a great god, so the chance of selling a book worth eighty taels of silver was definitely not high.
Thinking of the benefits of being a celebrity in his time, Meng Xinghe suddenly slapped his forehead, and his face suddenly became animated.
Although Meng Xinghe had only traveled through time for a few days and his social status was not high, he still met the legendary great god through bad luck. Just now, Meng Xinghe thought to himself countless times, if he could let the great god Du Ruhui be here
If he wrote a promotional slogan on "Secrets of the Number One Scholar", wouldn't his debut novel be labeled with a gold label?
Today, such a talented idea has come to my mind. I like it. Meng Xinghe laughed happily. His lustful, slutty and slightly handsome face was covered with glittering silver light. As long as there is Du Ruhui's autograph
Signed, eighty taels of silver M sold it and I felt like I was at a loss. He said shamelessly that there was a strong tendency for the price to change.
Because of this, in less than three minutes, Meng Xinghe embarked on the journey to find Du Ruhui. To be honest, after knowing Du Ruhui for so long, Meng Xinghe has not personally visited him as a great god. Even if his conscience found out this time,
All have a strong purpose.
Arriving at the gate of Taoyuan County Yamen, this is Ma Wencai's hometown. If it weren't for the sales of his new book, Meng Xinghe would never want to step foot here in his life.
After walking a few steps, Meng Xinghe's eyes widened. The scene in front of him made him sigh to himself: "Fortunately, I came early. Otherwise, this big fish like Du Ruhui would have escaped!" Meng Xinghe secretly rejoiced.
, he arrived at the point. He saw a luxurious carriage parked in front of the county government office. The two brothers, Ma Shouyi, bent down and sent Du Ruhui off to the carriage. It seemed that Du Ruhui's trip to Taoyuan was about to end.
Meng Xinghe hurriedly rushed forward, waved his hands and shouted: "Mr. Du, stay here, the students have something to ask for!" His voice was more prominent, louder than the poultry sold in the vegetable market. A group of officials at the gate of the county government were saying goodbye with sincerity.
Du Ruhui suddenly heard a bad sound coming from him, and all of them turned their attention to Meng Xinghe, wishing they could beat him to death on the street.
Du Ruhui turned sideways and saw that the person who came was Meng Xinghe, and he was immediately moved. He did not tell Meng Xinghe that he was leaving Taoyuan and returning to Chang'an because he was afraid that he would come to see him off and delay his review for the provincial examination.
"Brother Meng! I didn't expect you to come too!" Du Ruhui said movedly, with a look of loss on his originally majestic face. He was reviewing official affairs in Taoyuan, and it can be said that he had the deepest friendship with Meng Xinghe. He appreciated that Meng Xinghe was different from others.
With his ordinary scholar's temperament, he had long treated him as an old acquaintance. Now when parting, with a sincere friend to send him off, Du Ruhui's hard-hearted heart turned into tenderness at this moment.
No matter from which aspect, Du Ruhui has a great kindness to Meng Xinghe. Now that he is leaving, Meng Xinghe said: "Sir, I am leaving for this trip. I don't know when I will see you again. If there is a chance in the future, I hope that you will come to Taoyuan again. If not,
If you don’t like it, you can just stay at a student’s house!”
Meng Xinghe's warm invitation made Du Ruhui even more emotional: "I have traveled to countless places in my life as a soldier, but Taoyuan has left me with a profound memory. If I can still ride and drive in the future, I must stay at my brother's house!"
What Du Ruhui said was quite heroic, but Meng Xinghe knew that transportation was inconvenient in the ancients, and that Du Ruhui was in his sixties, so the chance of coming to Taoyuan in the future would be slim. He lowered his voice, and then said sadly: "Students will always look forward to Mr. Du visiting his humble residence, and also wish him the best."
Sir, this trip is going smoothly and we will arrive in Chang'an as soon as possible."
Having said this, Meng Xinghe saw that Du Ruhui was attracted by him. He hurriedly stepped forward, took out a piece of straw paper and a simple pencil made of charcoal from his arms, and said sincerely: "Mr. Du, in front of the students,
There is a way of giving parting words in my hometown, which is used to bless friends who are about to leave. Today, my husband is traveling to Beijing, so please leave his ink pen so that the students can keep it as a souvenir."