"Sir, you are really funny." Meng Xinghe complimented. Then he handed over a copy of "The Secret Book of the Number One Scholar" and "I wonder what you think of this book, sir?"
Mr. Meng politely accepted the book from Meng Xinghe, thinking that this man was really smart. What seemed to be an ordinary move to outsiders cleverly resolved his crisis. Mr. Meng carefully opened the book in his hand and read
Halfway through, I couldn't help but sigh: "It's really high. There are scholars in this world who should set up their minds for the heaven and the earth, establish their lives for the people, carry on the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations. Daji
The people of the world must worry about the worries of the world first, and then the world will be happy and happy. If an official is upright and honest, if he lives high in the temple, he will worry about his people, and if he lives far away in the rivers and lakes, he will worry about his king." On one page, although there is only
It was just a short number, but as the examiner, Mr. Meng said the word "high" several times in succession.
Thinking about what kind of person Mr. Na Meng is, he is a person that even Du Ruhui admires. His research on Chinese studies can be regarded as a great scholar. Now that he is old, his understanding of knowledge has reached a deeper level. I can't always find suitable words to summarize.
Little did he know that today, in a book called "Secret Book of the Number One Scholar" in Taoyuan, he found the words he wanted to pursue in his life.
If he had not seen these wonderful sentences in advance, if someone had written them in the provincial examination, Mr. Meng might have approved the first-place metaphor without hesitation.
"If you live high in a temple, you worry about your people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you worry about your king." Sui Sui read these two sentences repeatedly, and Mr. Meng asked curiously: "I dare to ask, little brother, did you write these words?
"Meng Xinghe is only in his early twenties, but he actually has such vicissitudes of life. Mr. Meng feels inadequate.
Of course, Meng Xinghe was embarrassed to say that he wrote it himself. Many of the famous quotes in the book were compiled by him with reference to the quotations of countless people in later generations. He embarrassedly said: "Mr., these are all said by a wandering gentleman in the student's hometown.
It is indeed a gratifying and congratulatory thing to be able to enter Mr. Meng's eyes."
Only Meng Xinghe, a cunning man, could think of blaming everything on Mr. Yunyou who fabricated everything. This still shows that Master Meng's conscience is not rotten yet.
"Mr. Yunyou?" Mr. Meng was taken aback, and then said respectfully: This gentleman must be a genius in the world. His quotations can be said by everyone. I would like to meet this unparalleled master." A few sincere words.
When I saw it, Mr. Meng actually felt as if he had never met before.
I am an expert, you can admire me all you want~~ Meng Xinghe thought shamelessly, and immediately prevaricated: "This wandering Mr. has become accustomed to living all over the world. I'm afraid he will disappoint Mr. Meng."
"Oh!" Mr. Meng was a little disappointed, then he held a book in his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Meng, I left in a hurry today and didn't bring eighty taels of silver with me. I wonder if you can give this book to me first.
How about asking someone to give you some silver someday?"
Damn it~~ You want to buy it too? And bring She’s book with you? Master Meng can’t believe his ears. Even the examiner is interested in his book. Isn’t this something lucky for me?
"Sell, sell, sell" Master Meng said three words "sell" in a row. Mr. Meng is the examiner. Imagine that even the examiner appreciates this book, who would not buy it? "The students not only sell, but also don't accept Mr.
One tael of silver should be given to Mr. Meng as a souvenir." Mr. Meng's business is not in vain. The publicity effect brought by Mr. Meng will probably bring him more wealth. Even if he gives away ten copies, it will be worth it.
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Mr. Meng admired Meng Xinghe's frankness and said with a satisfied smile: "Then I will thank Brother Meng for his kindness." Mr. Meng put the "Secret Book of the Number One Scholar" in his arms and said seriously: "Brother Meng
It is a good thing to benefit Taoyuan students, but don’t neglect your studies. Seeing that the provincial examination is coming soon, I also wish my little brother good luck in high school."
"Students are taught!" Meng Xinghe saluted, but thought in his heart, it's not you who has the final say whether I will go to high school or not. Instead of congratulating me on high school, you might as well just say that I am the number one in this year's Taoyuan County Provincial Examination.
After sending Mr. Meng away, Meng Xinghe's business immediately boomed. Everyone heard that even the examiner admired the "Secret Book of the Number One Scholar" sold in front of Chunxiang Building. Everyone rushed over, one copy and one copy.
All the more than two thousand copies of Master Meng's books were sold out. Many students who could not buy the books almost cried and begged Meng Xinghe to print a copy for him no matter what, even if it was a hand-copied version.
Master Meng did not expect that the publicity effect brought by Mr. Meng would be so good. The direct economic benefit brought to him was one hundred thousand taels of silver. After closing the stall early, Meng Xinghe took out ten thousand taels of silver from the account book and distributed it to
Everyone rushed to the imperial garden carrying more than 100,000 taels.
Seeing that Master Meng was about to leave, Miss Shi Yu asked anxiously: "It's still early, won't Master Meng stay a little longer?"
"No, there are still things to do today. I will come back tomorrow, and then I have to ask Miss Shi Yu to nominate my new book?" Master Meng said hehe, holding a thick stack of account books in his pocket, and walked towards
Yu Huayuan ran towards it and saw the disappointed look in Xue Shiyu's eyes.
Looking at Master Meng's disappearing figure, Xue Shiyu hesitated to speak. Thinking of the man's intimate gesture at noon, which was gentle and considerate, how could she not be moved by it as a daughter. It's a pity that she only blames herself for being born into a prostitute, as God has destined her.
A lonely life.
In the Royal Garden, Meng Xinghe sat quietly on a chair, waiting for Zhong Yusu to appear. When he came here just now, he heard that the sales in the Royal Garden were not very good, and so far he had only sold more than a thousand copies. I think so, the Royal Garden
It's strange that the "yellow book" that usually sells "yellow books" suddenly switched to regular business, and the sales volume can increase.
Just like this, they waited in the Royal Garden until sunset, and then they heard the sound of carriages and horses clanging outside the door. Before Meng Xinghe could react, he saw Zhong Yusu rushing in, cursing as he walked: "Those little guys
You bastard, you usually talk so nicely about our loyal customers of the Royal Garden, but today why are all of them so dumb and silent?" Zhong Yusu rushed in angrily, leaning her butt on the chair.
As soon as she sank, she yelled out from her heaving breasts: "Housan, please listen to me. Any new products in the Royal Garden in the future are not allowed to be sold to those little bastards. I want to see what happens.
Are they heartless, or am I cruel."
Zhong Yusu didn't scold and was unhappy, and after venting the resentment in her heart, her expression became much calmer. Seeing that she had regained her senses, Meng Xinghe comforted her and said, "Sister Yu, who made you so angry?"
"Who is it? It's not like those bastards from Huitong Casino. They don't even give me face. I won't do their business in Royal Garden next time." Zhong Yusu seems to be a beautiful woman with a fiery personality. Something goes wrong when she encounters it.
, chose to scold him to relieve his anger. Seeing Meng Xinghe sitting there with a smile on his face, Zhong Yusu asked in a low voice: "Have all Mr. Meng's books been sold? I heard people say that you have been waiting here for a long time."
"Yeah~" Meng Xinghe nodded, not wanting to show off. He took out the account book he got from the bookkeeper from his arms, handed it to Zhong Yusu and said: "Excluding the expenses of 10,000 taels, there are still 180,000 taels left here.
Miss Yusu, please take a look at the money that has arrived."