Just when Su Dongchu was showing off his visit to a brothel in class, Jiang Yifeng seemed to have forgotten his bet with Su Yingxue and was strolling down the street on Zhuangyuan Street not far from Yuelu Academy.
Zhuangyuan Street is famous for producing two number one scholars. The whole street is full of cultural atmosphere. Most of the shops on both sides of the street are bookstores, and most of the stalls on the street sell calligraphy, calligraphy and painting.
Of course, it is easy to tell from their attire that the owners of these stalls are scholars.
Although scholars in the Zhou Dynasty are similar to those in ancient China and are rare things, there are still many scholars in big cities like Su City.
It's a pity that there are so many scholars in the world and the number admitted by the imperial court is limited. Most of them are destined to be unable to enter the official career.
Scholars, on the other hand, were proud of their superiority and were unwilling to take off their long robes, so they had no choice but to hang out in Zhuangyuan Street, selling calligraphy and painting, and copying books for others to make a living.
At this time, Jiang Yifeng stopped in front of a stall.
The owner of this stall is a young man about twenty years old. Perhaps due to malnutrition, the young man is a little thin and pale.
Feeling Jiang Yifeng's arrival, the young man just raised his eyes and continued to read without even saying hello.
Selling things with such an attitude, it’s a miracle that he didn’t starve to death.
Jiang Yifeng cursed in his heart, but didn't pay much attention to it. He picked up a storybook on the stall and started reading.
"Did you write this yourself?"
"Um!"
The young man nodded and said hesitantly: "If you want to buy it, I will sell it to you for seven hundred copper coins."
Jiang Yifeng smiled and shook his head, "I won't buy it."
The young man was startled, "Is it too expensive?"
"no!"
Jiang Yifeng shook his head again. To be honest, seven hundred copper coins are really not expensive.
The monetary system of the Great Zhou Dynasty is divided into gold, silver and copper. One tael of gold is equal to ten taels of silver, and one tael of silver is equal to one thousand copper coins. In other words, this script is not even worth one tael of silver.
You must be clear that in this era, the price of copying a book for someone is more than one tael of silver, not to mention that this book was written by a young man himself.
"The storybook you wrote is not attractive enough. It looks like crap. If you buy it, you will most likely throw it away."
Although Jiang Yifeng only glanced at the storybook a few times, he generally knew that this was a biographical novel, developed from a documentary biography, with a low story value and a focus on reality.
"Leave without buying, why are you humiliating me?"
The young man was a little angry and looked at Jiang Yifeng angrily.
"You are a poor scholar, so what if I humiliate you?" Jiang Yifeng took out some scraps of silver and said in a condescending tone: "As long as you admit that what you wrote is bullshit, these scraps of silver will be yours."
"you……"
The young man blushed and said angrily: "I am a scholar and I don't eat food that comes from outside. You can't even think of humiliating me with these pickled things."
When Jiang Yifeng listened to the young man's words, he felt that the other man was stupid for studying. He actually treated money as a dirty thing and didn't care whether he could have enough to eat.
"How many days have you not eaten?"
"Are your parents alive at home?"
"How many days have your parents not had enough to eat?"
Jiang Yifeng took his time and began to psychologically attack the young man.
He wants to break the young man's self-esteem and force him to choose between filling his stomach and being elegant, so as to facilitate his next plan.
"..."
The young man was silent.
There was still a stubborn look in his eyes, and he instinctively did not want to be humiliated, but when he thought of his parents at home, his eyes showed shame again.
After some struggle, his eyes showed pain and he bowed heavily to Jiang Yifeng.
"What the young master said is absolutely true, and what I wrote is indeed bullshit."
After saying this, the young man's eyes turned red and tears welled up in his eyes.
He has thrown his dignity to the ground for the dirty things in his mouth, and he will never be able to be as flawless as before.
Jiang Yifeng threw the money to the young man and persuaded him: "Don't be sad, just look at it. If you lose your money, you can make more money. If you lose your dignity, you will only make more."
young people:"……"
"May I have your name?"
"Xu Ning."
"How about following me from now on?"
"Follow you?"
Xu Ning looked at Jiang Yifeng in confusion.
Jiang Yifeng smiled and said: "You have a lot of story books on your stall. It is not difficult to see that you like to write story books. In this case, if you follow me and write story books, I will give you three taels of silver a month."
Jiang Yifeng didn't have so much money that he had nowhere to spend it. He came to Zhuangyuan Street specifically to spread his wealth. His purpose was to recruit a few scholars to work for him.
Write storybooks, write poems... Although you can't make a lot of money, you can still make some pocket money.
"this……"
Xu Ning hesitated.
To be honest, three taels of silver a month is not a small amount. The problem is that his dream is to obtain fame, and writing storybooks can only be regarded as his hobby at best.
If he hadn't been forced by life, he wouldn't have written a storybook.
but……
Thirty taels of silver a month really attracted him, and thinking of Jiang Yifeng's words, losing dignity will only make you earn more, he gritted his teeth.
"Okay, I will follow you to write the storybook from now on. At my pace, I can complete one in a month."
"No no no..."
Jiang Yifeng shook his head repeatedly, glanced at the storybook on the stall, and said, "What I want you to write is not this kind of storybook. You have to write according to my ideas."
Xu Ning was startled and asked in confusion: "Aren't the words all the same?"
"Of course the script is different..."
Jiang Yifeng said, intending to explain to Xu Ning.
But at this moment, Xu Ning's stomach growled. Jiang Yifeng looked over, and Xu Ning's face turned red with embarrassment.
"When you are hungry, think about how hungry you feel now." Jiang Yifeng continued: "Let me go, I will take you to eat, and we will chat while eating."
"yes!"
Xu Ning said and started to pack things.
There were some story books on his stall, which he quickly packed up, and then followed Jiang Yifeng to a restaurant.
In order to make Xu Ning realize the importance of money, Jiang Yifeng ordered a table full of sumptuous meals, which made Xu Ning swallow his saliva.
"Eat it, you're welcome!"
"Thanks!"
Xu Ning still wanted to be shameless. Even if he was so greedy that he kept swallowing his saliva, he would not dare to touch his chopsticks until Jiang Yifeng gave him permission.
While Xu Ning was eating, Jiang Yifeng was thinking about what words to write for Xu Ning.
Internet novels are definitely not good. They are too advanced and people of this era cannot accept them for the time being. It seems that we can only write ancient classics.
If it is an ancient masterpiece, the first one is the Four Great Classics, followed by The Golden Lotus.
As a scholar, you should naturally choose the four classics, but as a man, Jin Ping Mei is the best choice.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yifeng smiled and said: "You eat first, and I will tell you what I think. The summary of the story is that a beautiful young woman is alone at home, so don't open the window casually..."
