"Who will write it?"
Zhu Ming crossed his arms, looked at Zhu Song, and asked a question.
With so much content to be printed, who should write this book?
"You can't just give him the whole book."
When Zhu Ming saw Zhu Song was silent, he immediately took a step back and looked at him with some horror.
It's okay to write some popular science knowledge, but I don't have the foundation for poetry, songs, and novels about ghosts and monsters.
"You're still a child prodigy."
Zhu Song looked Zhu Ming up and down, but did not take Zhu Ming's question to heart at all.
"Who did we give the first batch of books to?"
He hugged Zhu Ming over, pointed at Zhu Ming's heart, and asked in a deep voice.
"Those people in the Imperial College have nothing to do all day long, and they are also very knowledgeable."
He chuckled proudly, he had already thought about this issue a long time ago.
If Zhu Ming is the only one who writes, and one day Zhu Ming stops writing, then the bookstore will be doomed.
After all, I am a boss, how could I let this happen to the bookstore?
"you mean?"
Zhu Ming looked at Zhu Song with some surprise. This man was smarter than he thought.
"I have already said hello to those people from the Imperial College."
Zhu Song confidently patted Zhu Ming on the chest and smiled proudly: "In the future, their poems and novels about ghosts and ghosts will be published by our Xinhua Bookstore."
With the help of the Imperial College, Xinhua Bookstore will no longer have the problem of lack of content in the future.
Naturally, these people from the Imperial College did not have good intentions, they just valued the name of the prince and grandson behind the Xinhua Bookstore.
But your own works also need to be seen by others, so that you can gain some visibility.
Moreover, Zhu Song would not let them work in vain. Zhu Song would give them money for any works published by Xinhua Bookstore.
This is naturally a source of extra money for the Imperial College Supervisors who have not yet entered the officialdom and do not have much money in their hands.
It’s a win-win deal for both parties.
"I didn't expect that the emperor's uncle would hide so deeply."
Seeing that Zhu Song had even thought of this, Zhu Ming nodded towards him in approval.
Thinking of this, he really made a mistake in recruiting Zhu Song to join his team.
"However, if this continues, the reputation of Xinhua Bookstore will definitely increase. From my father's side..."
Zhu Song was worried about letting Zhu Yuanzhang know that he was in business.
Lao Zhu is angry, but he will really hit people, and there is a high probability that this bookstore will not be able to stay open.
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
Zhu Ming patted his chest and left Lao Zhu to him.
After joking with Zhu Song for a while, Zhu Ming returned to the side courtyard from the main hall.
"Lord Chen Ling, are you there?"
After pushing Liu Jin and the others away and looking around to make sure there was no one else, Zhu Ming raised his head and asked softly.
Since Chen Ling was specially arranged by Lao Zhu to watch over him, he should be watching near him.
"Little grandson, what's the matter?"
After a while of silence, a voice sounded from behind Zhu Ming.
Even Zhu Ming, who was unprepared for Jin Yiwei's sudden appearance, was still startled by Chen Ling's sudden words.
"I do have something I want to ask of Mr. Chen Ling."
Zhu Ming nodded. Since he was entrusting others to do things, he naturally had a better attitude.
With that said, he gave away the scroll he got from Zhu Song.
"This is?"
Naturally, Chen Ling would not fail to help the little emperor grandson. He stretched out his hand to take the scroll and looked at Zhu Ming with some doubts.
"Please help me pay attention to the origin of the flowers in this painting."
Zhu Ming smiled. If Chen Ling was in trouble, he wouldn't force it.
After all, Jin Yiwei is not very idle.
"I know. I'll send someone to investigate when I get back."
Chen Ling just nodded and glanced at the scroll, but her expression became serious: "Your Highness, please forgive me for speaking frankly."
Seeing Chen Ling's change of expression, Zhu Ming also became serious and suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
"Sir, please speak."
Judging from Chen Ling's behavior, she should know something about this kind of flower.
"This kind of flower is so strange. It probably comes from a foreign land, not the Central Plains. It may not be safe."
What Chen Ling was worried about was simple. The flower looked so weird and he thought it was poisonous.
"Well, I'll be careful."
Zhu Ming thought for a while and nodded.
I am just helping people find this kind of flower. If this flower is really poisonous, just be careful.
"Since His Highness the Emperor Sun said so, I will ask someone to look for him as soon as he returns home."
Although he didn't know what Zhu Ming was looking for for the flower, seeing that Zhu Ming knew the flower might be poisonous and still wanted to find it, Chen Ling no longer shied away.
"Good work."
Zhu Ming also saluted Chen Ling. Since he was helping him, he couldn't be less polite.
But after Zhu Ming finished speaking, Chen Ling did not respond. As soon as he raised his head, Chen Ling had disappeared into the side courtyard.
Zhu Ming shrugged his shoulders. This Jin Yiwei really came and went without a trace.
He walked into the side courtyard, put the paper he had prepared in his arms, and then walked straight towards the Daming Palace.
For things like doing business, it's better to take the initiative to confess to Lao Zhu.
Otherwise, it would not be easy to wait for Lao Zhu to explain it himself.
"Grandpa Huang!"
After raising his head and glancing at the plaque of Daming Palace, Zhu Ming shouted and walked directly in.
Entering the Daming Palace, Zhu Ming saw Zhu Yuanzhang sitting at his desk, frowning at the memorial in his hand.
He didn't say anything, and Zhu Yuanzhang didn't realize his arrival, so he sighed helplessly.
"What's wrong, Grandpa Huang? He's looking sad."
Zhu Ming put his hands behind his back and asked with concern.
The one who made Lao Zhu sigh so much was probably because he was in trouble, and he didn't know if he could be of any help.
"Hey, my dear grandson is here."
Hearing Zhu Ming's voice, Zhu Yuanzhang raised his head in surprise, stretched out his hand and greeted Zhu Ming.
As soon as Zhu Ming walked in front of him, he held Zhu Ming in his arms.
Only by holding his sweet grandson did he feel better.
"Seeing Grandpa Huang looking so sad just now made my grandson feel distressed."
Zhu Ming was in Zhu Yuanzhang's arms, stretched out his hand, and touched the wrinkles on Zhu Yuanzhang's face.
"Hey, it's not a matter for the treasury."
Seeing Zhu Ming ask, Zhu Yuanzhang sighed helplessly again.
As Zhu Ming spoke, he looked at the memorials on the table, most of which were complaining about financial shortcomings.
It seems that Ming's treasury is indeed somewhat insufficient.
"The grain harvest in Fengyang has been bad recently, and the court has to allocate money again."
Fengyang was the place where Zhu Yuanzhang made his fortune. For this peasant emperor, his status was naturally extraordinary.
He also couldn't watch the people under the Ming Dynasty have no food and have another famine.
