With Zhu Yong and Zhang Fu beside him, and a young explosives expert Qiu Song, he was afraid of someone coming.
At this time, Zhang Anshi had sneakily appeared in a bookstore that had a sold out sign.
Immediately afterwards, a carriage began to bring in a new batch of book inventory.
Zhang Anshi went in and greeted the owner of the bookstore. When the owner saw Zhang Anshi, he really smiled and was arrogant at first and respectful at the back.
This is his God of Wealth. He has the supply of goods in his hands. As long as he is willing to get the goods, his sales in one day can catch up with his sales in a month.
At this time, Zhang Anshi said: "I think you are a kind-hearted person, and I happen to be a kind-hearted person, so I plan to hold an event at your place."
"Activity?" The owner of the bookstore looked surprised.
"Book signing! Look, I've invited our members."
As he said that, Zhang Anshi pointed to Gu Xingzu behind him, and then said: "This is Huiyuan. Do you know, he will sign for everyone who comes to your bookstore to buy something?"
The owner of the bookstore looked amazed. To be honest, even if he was promoted, he would admire him, not to mention that the person standing in front of him was the dignified Duke Huiyuan.
The boss said: "If you can work, you will come here. This... this... is so embarrassing."
Zhang Anshi said: "Don't be embarrassed, this is for collecting money. The signed book costs ten taels of silver."
The owner took a breath: "Will you buy it?"
"The books are almost sold out." Zhang Anshi said: "All the major bookstores have run out of stock. I am still working hard to print more, but... I'm afraid that I won't be able to print more in a short period of time. In addition,
, we also need to supply goods to places south of the Yangtze River and north of the Yangtze River, so...at least for the time being, the remaining goods will be sold here."
The owner asked: "What if the buyer refuses to buy the signed book?"
Zhang Anshi said categorically: "Only signed books are sold."
The owner hesitated. To be honest, it was a bit sinister. He was worried that his bookstore would be damaged by scholars.
Zhang Anshi saw his boss's concerns and patted him on the shoulder and said: "You are right to listen to me. If you refuse, I will find another family. I tell you the truth, don't offend me. I have a bad temper."
Okay, if you offend me, your bookstore will no longer expect me to supply goods."
The owner was shocked. The eight-part essay written by An Shi is now the most popular book, and there may be a second and third edition in the future. Basically, if Zhang Anshi wants to cut off the goods, it means that any bookstore will not be able to sell it.
The capital city is screwed up, so shut up and get out as soon as possible.
The boss quickly apologized and said with a smile: "If you have something to say, say it well. If you have something to say, say it well. This... okay, let's do it."
Zhang Anshi played around with the bookstore for a while. In fact, he mainly placed a long table, pointed Gu Xingzu to sit behind the table, and asked people to get pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and then people began to unload thousands of books.
Come down.
Zhang Anshi gave a few more instructions, but his boss just nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Zhang Anshi then said to Gu Xingzu who was sitting behind the table: "Xingzu, I still have something to do as a teacher. You sit here well. When someone comes, you sign your name and sell the book to him. Do you understand?"
Gu Xingzu: "..."
"Then I'll leave first, Master."
Gu Xingzu: "..."
Zhang Anshi raised his legs to leave.
"Teacher." Gu Xingzu suddenly called.
Zhang Anshi paused: "What's going on again?"
Gu Xingzu asked: "Will someone come to beat me?"
Zhang Anshi had known for a long time that he would ask these questions, so he cheered up and said, "Don't worry, we are all scholars, and scholars will not fight against scholars."
Gu Xingzu: "..."
Zhang Anshi added: "And even if you fight, how much strength can a scholar have? If you step back ten thousand steps, even if you really do something good, I will definitely avenge you as a teacher."
It seemed that there was no room for rejection at all, so Gu Xingzu could only say: "Oh."
Zhang Anshi retreated at the speed of light.
Unexpectedly, before he took two steps, he was intercepted by several people wearing fish suits.
These people were very polite and saluted Zhang Anshi before saying, "Uncle Cheng'en, Your Majesty invites you."
When Zhang Anshi arrived at the teahouse, Zhu Di was still sitting by the window.
He is holding a book in his hand.
It cost three taels of silver to buy it, and Zhu Di felt a little distressed.
Zhu Di's head hurt when he looked at the things inside.
Especially the gameplay of turning a page and almost scrapping it, shocked him greatly.
As for wanting to know what will happen next, you are welcome to place an order. Even Zhu Di found it unbearable.
Fortunately, when Zhu Di thought that he was not a scholar, his mood changed slightly, and he grinned...happily.
But at this moment, Zhu Di turned to the end of the book cover and found that there was a line of small words that people usually ignore.
"In the first month of the second year of Yongle in Jiashen, I was lucky enough to have a dream. I saw Confucius in the dream. Confucius said: I have three thousand disciples before I can become a great Confucian sect. It is said that people who seek benevolence are benevolent. I see that your bones are strange and can be made of materials.
Also, I will now teach you the art of Eight-legged Gu (Bagu) and order you to preach in all directions..."
Zhu Di's eyes widened when he saw it.
To be honest, he was a little doubtful.
Confucius actually gave Zhang Anshi a dream?
Judging from Zhu Di's attitude toward Zhang Anshi, he probably didn't believe this nonsense.
But if you think about it carefully, who in this world would dare to be so bold as to say that Confucius entrusted him with a dream? He would not be afraid that the sage master would have a spirit in the sky and be struck by thunder.
Speaking of which, there are countless people who talk about dreams, and those crazy scholars dare to amuse everyone, but they dare not amuse Confucius.
Furthermore, if it were not for dreams, where did this eight-part written talk come from? Is it really Zhang Anshi who realized that this eight-part written talk can teach scholars to rush to buy it?
Zhu Di was startled and doubtful when he saw Zhang Anshi walking slowly towards him excitedly. When he arrived, he bowed to him politely.
He raised his head and nodded: "Sit."
Zhang Anshi sat down.
Zhu Di pointed at the book and said: "You are doing a good business, and a book costs three taels of silver."
Zhang Anshi smiled bitterly and whispered: "Your Majesty, there is nothing I can do. Your Majesty, do you know how high the cost of printing is."
Zhu Di sneered: "Just printing... on such inferior paper, will the cost be high?"
Zhang Anshi said: "Your Majesty, the problem lies in this poor paper. To print on something that is worse than straw paper, the skills of ink and engraving are extremely high, and to print so many copies in a short time, you have to pay a lot of money."
The printing workshop added money. In order to print this book, I worked with the printing workshop to improve several processes. Just these 80,000 books, plus printing, transportation, and profit concessions to bookstores, cost me nearly 10,000 yuan.
The cost of two taels of silver, I'm just trying to sell iron."
Zhu Di said: "Nearly ten thousand taels of silver, eighty thousand books, three taels per book, isn't it two hundred and forty thousand?"
Zhang Anshi smiled and said: "Your Majesty made a miscalculation."
Zhu Di looked at him puzzled: "Huh?"
Zhang Anshi said: "There are still thousands of copies left. I don't plan to sell them all. In order to bring everyone a little bit of Huiyuan's joy, I plan to let Huiyuan sign and sell the books, one for ten taels."
Zhu Di: "..."
Zhu Di was stunned for a long time before uttering a sentence: "Then isn't this robbery?"
Zhang Anshi said: "What I sell is books, knowledge, and knowledge. The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu. With this little money, I sold the golden house and Yan Ruyu to the scholars. I feel that I
It’s doing good deeds.”
Zhu Di: "..."
Zhang Anshi continued excitedly: "I am planning to print more copies now. I didn't expect this book to be so popular. It shows that our Ming Dynasty's literary style was at its peak, and the soldiers and civilians were thirsty for knowledge. This is all due to your Majesty's literary and martial arts. So I
I want to take advantage of the spring of next year to strive to exceed the sales volume of 300,000, and I think it can be done."
After hearing this, Zhu Di couldn't help but be excited: "Will spring start next year?"
Zhang Anshi immediately said: "Yes, in the spring of next year, there will be the township examination. After the township examination, there will be the provincial examinations, as well as the boy's examinations in each county. I thought carefully about it, and it is best to sell the second edition in the courtyard.
It was released about half a month ago.”
"At this time, the exam is not far away, and everyone is in a hurry to review their homework. If someone has evil thoughts and copies other people's books, it will definitely be too late. Therefore, I predict that in order to get the second edition of the book as quickly as possible, everyone can only
If you rush to get the first edition first, you will lose the qualification to buy it."
Zhu Di took a breath: "How much do you want to earn from this second edition?"
Zhang Anshi said aggrievedly: "Your Majesty, knowledge is priceless."
Zhu Di felt hot in his heart: "This business... belongs to your family?"
Zhang Anshi said: "It belongs to our business. Let's make a fortune together."
Zhu Di originally wanted to scold him for having his conscience eaten by a dog, but he gave it up for the sake of money.
When he heard this, he immediately became energetic and fierce, and his eyes lit up.
The tiger's body trembled, and he said: "This is a hugely profitable business, but you are right. After thinking about it, isn't it natural for scholars to buy books? Your book...well...except for the inferior paper,
There are also a few fewer words, but they are all true insights. If those scholars buy them, even if they gain insights, they will benefit a lot. How can it be measured by just a few taels of silver."
Zhang Anshi smiled cheerfully and said, "Your Majesty is so complimentary."
Zhu Di said: "Hey, if I had known this, you could have set a higher price. Five taels of silver would be best."
Zhang Anshi sighed in his heart, but hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, I have a kind heart, but I don't want to see scholars paying more money."
"That's okay." Zhu Di said, "I'm just talking casually. I don't understand the things of scholars."
Just as he was talking, someone was howling on the street outside: "He is so shameless about this Anshi. He actually pretended that it was given to him by Saint Kong in a dream. The Holy Master is such a sage, and he has the nerve to say it out loud. It's really disgusting."
So many people cursed: "Insulting the saints is a crime worthy of death."
"Zhang Thief and I are inseparable."
Zhang Anshi blinked, a little aggrieved.
Zhu Di didn't say anything, just smiled.
In fact, this is understandable. People's feelings are different. Scholars really spent money, and they were pressed on the head by Zhang Anshi, a Confucius sage, and his most holy teacher was taken out by this kid.
Use it as a tool to increase sales.
But for Zhu Di, it was different. What he thought was that Zhang Anshi was really shameless in order to make money for me.
Thinking about it this way, the feeling is of course very different.
Zhu Di pointed to the back of the book cover: "Did the saint really entrust you with a dream?"
"I think I have." Zhang Anshi said: "After having this dream, my mind seemed to be enlightened, but... I can't remember the specific details."
The awesome thing about this thing is that there is no way to falsify it. If you bite it to death, you are just dreaming. What can others do to you?
Of course, the vast majority of people definitely don’t believe it, but there will always be people who believe it.
As long as someone believes it, there will be more room for maneuver in the future.
Zhang Anshi respects the sage teachers, but he really doesn't like the rotten Confucians of later generations. These people monopolize knowledge and use it as a stepping stone to seek glory and wealth. They turn their heads and act condescending.
Although Confucius looked noble and aloof, the Saint Kong they called him was actually just their sign. If Confucius had any knowledge and knew that someone behind his sign would do these things, I'm afraid the coffin board wouldn't even be able to hold it down.
Since they can use Sage Kong as their signboard, and Sage Kong has no registered trademark, why can’t I, Zhang Anshi?
You are allowed to gather the wool of Saint Kong, but I, Zhang Anshi, cannot?
Just saying...
But I saw a few people in the next seat also whispering.
While Zhu Di and Zhang Anshi were silent, they heard two tea guests talking in low voices: "That Zhang Anshi is really amazing. He actually taught a Huiyuan. Now...his book is really sold to thousands of people. I don't know how much money he can make."
How many."
Another person said: "This man is really obsessed with money. I also heard that he was extremely cruel in Qixia, harming the people and killing people like hemp..."
"Hush, be careful what you say."
After Zhu Di heard this, he frowned slightly.
Zhang Anshi whispered: "Your Majesty, these people are stirring up trouble and spreading rumors..."
Zhu Di was silent for a moment, nodded reluctantly, and said: "Sometimes, don't act frivolously. When Emperor Taizu Gao was here, he repeatedly advocated the people's wealth and their anointing. These people are your food, clothing, and parents. You must remember this in the future."
With that said, Zhu Di stood up. It was getting late and he had to rush back.
Scholars scold you the most about dreaming.
As the saying goes, "respect ghosts and gods and stay away from them," scholars will not be fooled by Zhang Anshi.
However...it is inevitable that some people are thinking that An Shi analyzed the Eight-legged Composition so thoroughly, how could this scumbag be so proficient in the Eight-part Composition?
This obviously doesn't make sense. Could it be that there is really a divine connection?
Zhang Anshi ignored so much, and they could think whatever they wanted. However, at this time, Zhang Anshi was summoned by Hu Yan, the Imperial Academy's wine minister.
When he saw Zhang Anshi, Hu Yan immediately said with a straight face: "In the past few days, many people want to study at Guozixue, and they have indicated that they want to enter the Hall of Justice."
Zhang Anshi said calmly: "It has always been Mr. Hu who cares and loves me..."
Hu Yan said with a cold face: "We are discussing business."
Zhang Anshi said casually: "I think that as the saying goes, Confucius's three thousand disciples are all taught without distinction."
Hu Yan's beard trembled wildly and he tried hard to calm down his mood: "That's Saint Kong. Do you want to be a saint too?"
Zhang Anshi said: "I have always wanted to be a person like the Holy Master."
Hu Yan: "..."
Hu Yan discovered that when talking to Zhang Anshi, you must not have any emotions. Once you have emotions, you will give up.
So, he took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and then said: "It's just... I'm thinking... this is very inappropriate."
"inappropriate?"
Hu Yan said: "The schools in Guozijian have a rigorous academic style. Most of the students who will be admitted this time are Yin students..."
The so-called Yin Sheng actually refers to the children of honorable ministers and officials, most of whom are not very successful.
Hu Yan paused and then said: "I'm afraid that so many people coming all at once will spoil the academic style."
"You can do whatever Mr. Hu wants to do." Zhang Anshi didn't care about this: "Actually, I don't really want to do this doctorate. Teaching and educating people is too tiring. I am now more focused on writing books and establishing theories."
Hu Yan: "..."
Hu Yan almost broke his guard. Among scholars, writing a book and establishing a theory is a sacred thing, but apparently when it came to Zhang Anshi's mouth, it seemed more like a business.
Hu Yan took a deep breath and said patiently: "I have been thinking about it for a long time. I have brought this matter to the court and asked His Majesty to judge it. Dr. Zhang, I am here to ask you, what is going on with your saint's dream?"
"I don't know. Anyway, I just had a dream. I also feel very strange. Why did I dream about Saint Kong? Maybe... maybe it's because I think about it during the day and dream about it at night. Maybe I can't take it seriously. "
Hu Yan said: "If it was a dream, why did it become so widely publicized that it attracted the attention of people all over the world?"
Zhang Anshi said: "I had a dream, so I wrote it down. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with it."
At this time, Hu Yan took a deep look at Zhang Anshi, and then he sighed. To a certain extent, he suddenly found that he admired Zhang Anshi.
This guy... is very capable, but... he always feels that Zhang Anshi's moral level is not very high.
Then, Hu Yan picked up the tea cup and sighed: "You are the prince's wife and younger brother. You must be careful in your words and deeds. If you are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it. Do you know that if you let others keep an eye on you, you will not get any good results?" eat."
Zhang Anshi just said: "I have been taught."
He could feel the awkwardness on Hu Yan's body. On the one hand, he was very annoying. Please don't come over.
On the other hand, there is a hint of reminder and love from the teachers or seniors to the juniors.
Seeing that Zhang Anshi's answer was neither salty nor cool, Hu Yan continued: "You are a relative of a foreigner, and His Majesty seems to have a lot of favor for you. At this time, the more you need to walk on thin ice, you may not take scholars seriously, but Zhang Anshi Ah, think about it, since there have been scholars..."
He paused, as if he felt that the following words might be a bit taboo. After thinking about it carefully, he said tactfully: "Since the beginning of scholars, artifacts have become easier. Over the thousands of years, I don't know how many people have been called kings and emperors. But scholars ...still a scholar..."
Hu Yan sighed: "I shouldn't say these words to you. I just want to tell you that the family in the Tang and Song Dynasties can continue to this day and still have family leaders, but can there be a successor? Zhang Anshi, you are young and still young. Some things are not as simple as they appear."
Zhang Anshi thought for a while: "But aren't students scholars?"
Hu Yan burst out laughing, and then said: "Okay, okay, I have a lot of headaches, and I don't have time to mess around with you here, so you can think about it by yourself."
Zhang Anshi withdrew angrily.
But he was not convinced by Hu Yan's words.
What is family continuation? The so-called family continuation, doesn’t it mean that I will kneel to whoever becomes the emperor? What is there to brag about?
But at this time, a big discussion between the DPRK and China had begun.
All the officials came to see him, and the matter discussed was the study of Guozi.
In the past, Yin students in Guozixue rarely came to study, and some people only had the name of being a supervisor, but now... because of Gu Xingzu, many people are trying to block people in.
Hu Yan reported to the court that the Imperial Academy was unable to accommodate so many students.
This is the most ridiculous thing, because no one thought that the person who prospered the Imperial College and brought the Imperial College back to the prosperity of Emperor Taizu Gao's time was precisely Zhang Anshi, who was the least like a doctor.
Regarding this point, all the officials almost unanimously believed that this was inappropriate.
Zhu Di only had a cold face and said nothing.
No one knows what His Majesty's intentions are, but all the officials are as clear as a mirror and cannot allow the Hall of Justice to expand. Otherwise, there seems to be some unpredictable consequences.
Unpredictability is something that almost all people in high positions don’t like to see.
They like step-by-step, rules, and conventions. Only in this way can their status be stable.
Zhu Di was tired of hearing this.
Zhu Gaochi was sitting at the bottom with a frown on his face and his mind was already far away. If the father's annoyance came from the various comments made by officials, then it was the same. There were so many truths that it made people's heads hurt.
But Zhu Gaochi was able to understand the hidden meaning behind many quotations from scriptures.
Those who oppose the most fiercely are often low-ranking Hanlin officials and Yanguan officials. They are low-ranking and young, just when they need to increase their reputation.
Just when the controversy was going on, suddenly, Yi Shiha walked into the hall. Zhu Di saw Yi Shiha, understood something in his heart, and nodded towards Yi Shiha.
Yi Shiha then walked to the front of the emperor, took out a memorial, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Zhang Anshi has a memorial, and I feel it is urgent... so I make my own decision..."
Zhu Di nodded, took the memorial, opened it, and then looked around at all the officials. After a brief silence, Zhu Di said: "Young ministers, there is no need to argue."
The officials immediately became quiet.
Zhu Di said: "Zhang An came to the world to ask me to remove him from the post of doctor. He said that when he was growing up, his energy was limited and he could not take on the big post of doctor..."
As soon as this statement came out, all the officials were in an uproar, and all of them looked in astonishment.
Zhu Di smiled and said: "You are afraid that you will not be able to become a doctor, but Zhang Anshi has such an indifferent heart. Compared with you, doesn't it look ridiculous?"
The irony of this statement is very strong.
"Why are the ministers so incompatible with a doctor who can teach Hui Yuan, but they all talk about how he has ruined his academic style? What's the point?"
Zhu Di said this and walked away.
All the officials who stayed in the palace were dumbfounded.
They didn't expect that Zhang Anshi would suddenly come back and fight back.
Especially Xie Jin, Xie Jin is a very smart person. He is very aware of the terrible consequences of Zhang Anshi and other eight-legged writing.
The reason why scholars in Jiangxi, or in other words, scholars in the entire South, are able to come out on top is due to their family background.
Because they have been less affected by wars in the past hundreds of years, and in a relatively stable situation, they often have a greater advantage than others in studying.
But once this thing is spread, who will be selected in the next imperial examination is unknown, and everyone will learn the eight-legged written talk, and Zhang Anshi teaches apprentices in the Imperial Academy in the name of a doctor. If things go on like this, it will definitely shake the entire scholarly community.
foundation.
Shilin is a group of talented scholars, and it obviously should not be filled with people who take shortcuts.
Seeing Zhu Di fluttering his sleeves and leaving, all the officials dispersed.
Zhu Gaochi was very angry and walked out of the hall angrily, but Xie Jin chased him out and whispered: "His Royal Highness."
Zhu Gaochi said: "Does Master Jie want to harm An Shi?"
Xie Jin said: "His Royal Highness, I am doing this to protect him."
Zhu Gaochi's face turned even colder: "He is talented and learned, which is something to be happy about."
Xie Jin said: "That's why we can't let it go. Your Highness..."
Jie Jin lowered his voice and continued: "Your Highness, please don't forget that the King of Han has never given up. If he wants to be the crown prince, he must start with the people around Your Highness. Zhang Anshi's show in the forest will sooner or later cause disaster. I am worried about it."
What’s more, I’m afraid His Highness will also be affected by that time.”
This has been Jie Jin's argument for a long time. He used the King of Han's threat to the prince to try his best to protect the prince. As long as the prince ascends the throne, he will definitely have the merit of following the dragon.
But in fact, there has always been a question here, that is, can the King of Han really threaten the prince?
Historically, the reason why Xie Jin was executed was not because Zhu Di believed that Xie Jin had alienated his two sons, because it was natural for ministers to support the prince. Especially when Zhu Di decided to execute Xie Jin, Zhu Gaochi's status had actually been
Very stable.
After a hundred years, he would leave a loyal supporter to his successor. With Zhu Di's political wisdom, he would never do anything to kill Jie Jin.
Then the only possibility is that Xie Jin's role in it was not to support the prince at all.
Instead, they continued to exaggerate the terror of the King of Han and carried out mental PUA on Zhu Gaochi who was physically disabled and obese at the time.
After exaggerating this kind of terror, a group of people headed by Jie Jin appeared in the name of the savior and attacked the powerful King of Han in the void, showing the huge influence he had on the fight for the throne.
In all dynasties, the greatest achievement is not necessarily to seal the wolf as a subordinate, but to follow the dragon!
The throne has been won by you, the emperor. Is there any contribution that can be greater than this?
The shrewdness shown by Xie Jin, if compared to other emperors of the Ming Dynasty, would have a high probability of success, and the benefits would also be huge.
However, he met one of the three emperors of the Ming Dynasty who could not be messed with. Zhu Di obviously noticed that Xie Jin was too enthusiastic about it, and quickly understood everything, so... he chose to kill him without hesitation.
As for the other two emperors who cannot be clever in front of them, their rank is much higher than that of Zhu Di. One is Emperor Taizu Gao! The other is the famous Jiajing Emperor Zhu Houcong.
After Zhu Gaochi heard Xie Jin's words, he did not feel as grateful and respectful as before.
Instead, he said coldly: "Huh, this is just a family talk."
With that said, he limped away.
Xie Jin was left behind, but he looked disappointed.
He stared at Zhu Gaochi's back. There wasn't much expression on his face, but his eyes were worth pondering.
Jie Jin had figured out Zhu Gaochi's thoughts. Today the prince was furious. After a few days, he said a few soft words and he naturally became submissive.
(End of chapter)
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