Chapter 69 Making Money

After changing into more comfortable clothes, Chen Heng came to Master Pei's residence with a solemn look on his face and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"who?"

The mountain chief's cold voice came from inside.

This damn baritone, Chen Heng coughed, "Captain, it's me, student Chen Heng, here to apologize."

After waiting, a voice that was a bit colder than before came, "Come in."

"Hey." Chen Heng responded softly, carefully opened the door, and then closed it pitifully. He walked quickly to Pei Huaizhen and bowed his body respectfully.

Pei Huaizhen was a man of few words. He was wearing a black long-sleeved robe today. When he saw Chen Heng standing, he did not say a word. He slowly turned over the book and read, letting the other person dry the incense for a long time.

When Chen Heng's feet and back hurt, he said calmly: "Do you know you are wrong?"

"I know." Chen Heng quickly expressed his sincere repentance.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Heng pretended to think for a moment, and then said what he had already thought of, "You shouldn't leave without saying goodbye, and you shouldn't be arrogant. If you can inform the mountain chief in advance, maybe there will be a better solution."

"Then why didn't you think of it at the time?" Pei Huaizhen opened another page of the book.

"I'm so loyal that I don't think about it that much." Chen Heng said frankly that he should admit his mistakes when he made them. He firmly believes that the principle of leniency for honesty can be applied everywhere.

"Okay, go to Mei Xuezheng's place to get twenty jiechi, and copy "The Great Learning" thirty times for me. You and Su Zhao will be together. In the next month, you two will deal with the weeds in the courtyard."

Chen Heng agreed one by one and continued to wait for Pei Huaizhen to speak.

"Still not leaving? Do you think the punishment is not enough?"

"Huh?" Chen Heng was stunned, "Will the mountain chief not give you a few more words?"

Pei Huaizhen raised his eyes from the book and smiled helplessly, "You can change it after my teacher said it? You can't change your youthful spirit until you are old enough. You might as well let it go. Guidance If it was useful, there wouldn't be so many elm heads, get out of here, get out of here."

Seeing Pei Huaizhen wave his hand sincerely, Chen Heng quickly turned around and retreated.

When he left the chief's room, he couldn't tell whether the punishment was light or serious. But thinking about Pei Huaizhen's words, I felt that the other party's perspective on things was somewhat unique.

But it's always a good thing to escape from the mountain chief like this. Chen Heng happily ran to Mei Xuezheng's room, but he was not so polite. He picked up a ruler and beat Chen Heng thirty times, and the other ten were given by Mei Xuezheng himself.

Chen Heng gritted his teeth and held on, and rushed to the courtyard with his red and swollen left hand. He happened to see Xin Suzhao hiding in the shade of a tree to enjoy the coolness like a normal person.

"Brother Xin." Chen Heng came to him and said hello.

"Hey, what's wrong with your hand?" Xin Suzhao raised his eyebrows, his face full of displeasure.

Chen Heng was worried that he was going to be stubborn, so he quickly explained to him, "It was the mountain chief who punished him, so don't think too much about it."

"We share blessings and share hardships. We went to Suzhou together, and we were punished together. Why should we punish you alone? This old man, does he look down on me, Xin, in white robes??? Brother Heng, you are here Wait for me. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Before Chen Heng could say anything, Xin Suzhao had already tied his robe around his waist and angrily went to look for Pei Huaizhen's residence.

Looking at his back as he ran out, Chen Heng was also speechless. How could there be such a fool in the world?

Now that Xin Suzhao had run out, Chen Heng couldn't stay still. He quickly dealt with the weeds on the ground before the other party came back.

After a long time, Xin Suzhao came back holding his red left hand and said proudly, "Brother Heng, look."

"As expected of the white-robed warrior Xin Suzhao." Chen Heng said what the other party liked to hear, and raised his red and swollen thumb.

"Hmph, it's easy." Xin Suzhao was very disdainful and leaned over to work beside Chen Heng.

The two of them were so busy that when class was about to begin in the afternoon, they walked into the classroom sweating profusely. The classmates in the school were all very curious about the time when the two were away.

Now, Chen Heng knew why Xin Suzhao fell in love with his second uncle. Both of them had a tendency to talk nonsense. Xin Suzhao sat in his seat, put the teapot on the table, spittle flew everywhere, and he talked in a confused manner.

Most of the classmates in the academy were from around Yangzhou. They had never heard of such a wonderful experience at such a young age, and they all surrounded Xin Suzhao as if they were listening to a story telling.

Chen Heng left the limelight to him alone, while he was thinking about more important things in the corner. Seeing that his expression was different, Xue Biao stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"

When Chen Heng saw that it was a rich man from his family, he hurriedly said, "I'm thinking of ways to make money." He spent a full seven taels of silver on this round trip. The small treasury that was originally relatively wealthy was only There are only ten taels left.

"What did I think it was?" Xue Biao said casually. It seemed that he wanted to help Chen Heng think about it. But after thinking for a long time, he suddenly said in frustration, "Brother Heng, I don't seem to have been worried about money. I can’t think of a better way.”

You guys are here to show off your wealth, right? Chen Heng's face turned green with anger, and he said coldly: "Why don't you stop talking, it's hurtful."

Xue Biao laughed, and he cupped his hands to apologize. I also started to think sincerely, "We don't have the capital to do business, and we don't know how to make money."

Chen Heng couldn't help but nod his head when he heard it, right? Even if he knew there was a way to make money, people of his age would not dare to take it. Don't look back and be careless. If you don't make any money, you will be thrown into the river.

Xue Biao's eyes suddenly lit up and he suddenly realized, "Brother Heng, do you want to try writing a storybook?"

Storybook? Isn't this the novel I read in my previous life? Chen Heng blinked, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. "How did you come up with this idea?"

"I think you have a sharp pen and a humorous way of speaking. I think you are also a good writer of storybooks." Xue Ke tried his best to encourage him, "If you really become famous for this job, you can make a lot of money. It is more reliable than doing any business."

"Will anyone be willing to buy it at my age?" Chen Heng was a little skeptical. He really hadn't thought about it before.

"You are the first place in the case at the age of seven. There were three-year-old Jinshi in the Song Dynasty. What's the big deal about writing a storybook?" Xue Ke waved his hand and introduced the details of this industry to Chen Heng. "Generally speaking, the bookstore will collect it, but he will take the collected storybooks and discuss with the owner of the printing shop to decide whether to print a version. Whether it can be successful depends mainly on the result of the two people's discussion."

Xue Ke kept something to himself. Their Xue family has a printing shop in Yangzhou City.

"Of course, if the owner of the bookstore is particularly optimistic and is willing to invest alone to help print the book, others will be speechless."

"Can it be like this???"

Chen Heng seemed to have opened up a new world, and he was so excited when he heard it.

Sure enough, no matter where he goes, those who are poor and read books will embark on the road of writing books.

That afternoon, after Chen Heng finished weeding the courtyard, he packed up his things and went straight to the bookstore. The person in charge of the bookstore was still Brother Hu Yuan.

The other party was very enthusiastic when he saw Chen Heng, just because the books Chen Heng copied were neat and beautiful, and they sold very well. The two talked for a while, and Chen Heng took the opportunity to talk about the storybook.

Who knew that Hu Yuan was not surprised, and only said to him: "So you just thought of this matter, someone in your academy has submitted three or four copies to me."

Hehe, it seems that everyone thinks about the same thing. Chen Heng shook his head, "Does Brother Hu have any requirements?"

"I can't say whether this kind of thing is good or bad." Hu Yuan seemed to have transformed into some bad vendors, and he was trying to deceive people as soon as he opened his mouth. "If it is well written, no matter what the subject matter is, we will accept it."

Hearing his tone, Chen Heng couldn't help but wonder, "Are there many people like us in the academy?"

Hu Yuan patiently explained to him, "It's not easy to be a scholar in this world. You see, if our bookstore really wants to print books, it can't print "Three Character Classic". Leaving a way to copy books is also a way to make a living for scholars all over the world."

" The storytelling is similar. Whether it is good or bad, we will collect them and invite the storytellers in the teahouse to come and let them read them one by one. They tell stories to people all year round, and they can tell the good and bad of storytelling at a glance. Generally, we will contact people immediately for the storytelling they think is good. "

"Wait until it is printed, and let them take it to the teahouse to talk about it. After a few days, people who like this storytelling will slowly come to the bookstore to buy books."

So this is the model. Chen Heng was shocked after hearing it. Isn't this the one-stop production and sales in ancient times? The bookstore is in the middle, which is considered to be a connection between the upstream and downstream.

Chen Heng couldn't help but admire: "Thank you, Brother Hu for your advice."

"What storytelling do you want to write, brother?" Hu Yuan was very interested in him. How could he, who runs a bookstore, not know the name of the first place in this year's provincial examination? Writing storytelling has nothing to do with age, but has everything to do with writing.

Chen Heng thought for a moment and asked, "Brother Hu, what kind of story books are selling well here?"

"Brother Chen, come and see." Hu Yuan led him to the bookshelf on the outermost side of the hall, took out a copy of "The Story of the East Chamber", pointed at it and said, "This imitation of the Story of the West Chamber is considered to be the best-selling one recently. But the author of this book is still young and is also from your academy."

At the end, Hu Yuan smiled mysteriously.

Chen Heng looked at the signature. This person is also interesting. He calls himself: Shaou Weng. He tilted his head and thought carefully, and couldn't think of who would write this book in the academy.

"And this one, this one is not bad either. There are a lot of people listening to it in teahouses and teahouses." Hu Yuan took out another book and stuffed it into Chen Heng's arms.

Chen Heng took a look and his eyes widened immediately. The name of this book really exudes a sense of arrogance, coolness and drag. It is actually called "Heroic Blood Iron Heart".

I thought that the ancient vernacular novels were all named "Three Heroes and Five Gallants" or the Four Great Classics. Why do these names have such a strong flavor?

Chen Heng told Hu Yuan about his doubts, but he laughed out loud, "Brother Chen, those books you mentioned have been passed down for many years. There are so many people writing books in the world, there can't be only a few of them."

"The majority of scholars rely on writing books to make some money and continue to support the imperial examinations. Once they pass the imperial examinations, who has time to write vernacular novels? They have long been thrown aside." Hu Yuan shook his head, "Only tongsheng, and a few scholars are willing to do it."

"But most of them are tongsheng. You know, ordinary scholars can already go out to teach. On the contrary, tongsheng's life is the most difficult."

Chen Heng nodded after listening. After the Great Yong Dynasty reduced the difficulty of the tongsheng test, many people have the opportunity to pass the tongsheng test.

It can be regarded as a disguised completion of basic literacy education. Chen Heng scratched his head and had an idea in his mind. Just as he was about to return the two storybooks to Hu Yuan, he smiled and waved his hand, "If you want to write a storybook, you might as well take them back and take a good look at them. The storybooks in our bookstore are mostly based on what was said in the teahouse."

Hu Yuan quietly explained his audience, Chen Heng nodded to show that he understood, and did not refuse again, "Then I will give it back to you after I finish reading it, Brother Hu."

"Okay." Hu Yuan nodded, looking forward to what kind of work the other party would write.

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