The next day...
Su Dongchu got up, washed and had breakfast as usual, and then took Jiang Yifeng with him to go to school in a carriage.
For him, last night's Zhongyuan Poetry Recital was like an assignment assigned by the teacher. He just had to finish it, but he never thought about the shock that drinking would bring.
"Brother-in-law, I drank too much last night and my head hurts. Do you think I will become a fool?" Su Dongchu rubbed his head with a worried expression on his face.
"Silly boy, this is a problem that smart people worry about. You don't need to worry." Jiang Yifeng patted Su Dongchu's head and showed a faint smile.
"oh!"
Su Dongchu didn't quite understand, but his brother-in-law told him that he didn't need to worry, so he simply didn't think about it.
Then, with an eager look on his face, he asked: "Brother-in-law, can we talk about Water Margin today? My classmates are all waiting to hear the latest content."
Jiang Yifeng was a little silent when he heard this.
Originally, he told Su Dongchu, Wang Kun, and Song Yuan about Water Margin, hoping that they would obey his elder brother like the heroes of Liangshan.
But they never expected that the three of them actually told the story of Water Margin to other students, and it immediately became popular throughout Yuelu College. Many students were waiting for the follow-up content.
Jiang Yifeng thought for a while and said, "Tell them that they want to see the follow-up content and buy the second volume from you. One copy costs three taels of silver."
The price of three taels of silver seems to be a lot, but in fact it is not too expensive in Dazhou, because ordinary books also cost one or two taels of silver.
An important reason why books are so expensive is because there was no printing technology in the Zhou Dynasty.
In fact, this is normal. Dazhou currently only has hemp paper. This kind of paper has rough fiber and is not soft enough, so it is not suitable for printing.
Even the conditions for the emergence of printing were not met, so naturally there was no printing.
In the absence of printing, books had to be copied by hand. The cost was high, and the price of books was naturally very expensive.
"Three taels of silver, not bad."
However, Su Dongchu felt that the price was acceptable and did not feel expensive.
Creak!
The carriage stopped and the driver shouted: "Master, uncle, we are here."
After hearing this, Su Dongchu looked at Jiang Yifeng and asked with a smile: "Brother-in-law, how about... I take a day off today?"
Jiang Yifeng shook his head, "I would have allowed you to take leave any other day, but today it is absolutely not allowed."
Su Dongchu was puzzled, "Why not today?"
Jiang Yifeng smiled slightly, "Last night's Zhongyuan poem will make you famous. Many people will come here today. If you go to class, you will enjoy unlimited glory. Secondly, it will give you a hard-working persona." .”
"But I didn't compose that poem!"
"It doesn't matter who wrote it, you just need to remember that in the eyes of others, you are the one who wrote the poem about to drink."
"I can't write poetry! What if someone asks me?"
You can't write poetry, but I can't.
I also want to be a poetry fairy, but the problem is that I can’t even distinguish the most basic meanings. If I discuss poetry with others, the secret will be revealed in a few words.
But Su Dongchu was different. He at least knew the basics of poetry. Even if he discussed poetry with others, he would not reveal his secrets too quickly.
"If anyone asks, just use what I taught you yesterday."
"Trash... you don't deserve it... do you deserve it?"
"Yes, that's it."
Jiang Yifeng nodded slightly, and then reminded: "Also, when you usually look at people, you don't need to squint at them, as you can easily get beaten."
It is no exaggeration to say that the provocation index of squinting at someone is almost as bad as what you are looking at!
"Understood."
Su Dongchu nodded in response.
"Eldest brother, second brother..."
Suddenly, Wang Kun and Song Yuan's voices sounded, and then the two people got into the carriage.
When Su Dongchu saw the two of them, he thought they were going to skip school and followed Jiang Yifeng to Meishan. "I don't ask for leave today, so what are you two doing here?"
Wang Kun could tell what Su Dongchu was thinking at a glance, "Second brother, don't worry, we won't skip school today."
At this time, Song Yuan took out a money bag and handed it to Jiang Yifeng, "Brother, this is the money from selling poems, a total of eighty-two taels. Two of them failed to get the money from home, and each of them owed three taels. Do you want to find an opportunity to threaten?"
Jiang Yifeng looked at Song Yuan, who had a gangly look on his face, and shook his head, "We are all classmates, don't be so cruel, just let each of them sign an IOU of five taels."
Song Yuan's eyes lit up, "Brother, I understand."
"Also, don't forget to mark what they do. If you go to their store to buy something in the future, use an IOU."
"Brother, don't worry."
After Song Yuan finished speaking, he took out a piece of paper and said, "This is the list of poems that I want to buy today. There are eighteen poems in total."
Jiang Yifeng glanced at it, but did not reach out to pick it up, "Tear it up, we won't do this business anymore."
"Why?"
Wang Kun and Song Yuan asked simultaneously.
For the two of them, the money they make from selling poetry may not be much, but the feeling that others are asking for something from them makes them happy.
If you don’t do this business, you won’t be able to experience this feeling of pleasure in the future.
Jiang Yifeng looked at the two of them and said, "Your eldest brother is now the teacher of Yuelu Academy. Naturally, we can no longer do things like this that affect my teaching and educating people."
In fact, this is just an excuse. The main reason is that Xu Ning composes dozens of different poems a day and also writes a book, which is a bit overwhelming for his body.
When he thought of this, Jiang Yifeng felt that he was too kind because he actually sympathized with his employees.
He is really not a qualified capitalist.
"All right!"
Wang Kun and Song Yuan were a little disappointed.
"Although I no longer sell poems, I still have other business for you."
"what business?"
"Sell books!"
Jiang Yifeng paused and continued: "In the future, my eldest brother will write many story books, and you will be responsible for selling these books. What I am selling now is Water Margin."
When they heard that they were selling Water Margin, the two of them smiled.
The storybook "Water Margin" is very popular in schools, and a lot of people ask for dictation every day. If the storybook is sold, it may be more popular than selling poems.
By then, there will definitely be many people begging them to buy the Water Margin storybook.
"Remember, you are classmates with them. If they have no money, they are allowed to issue IOUs, but the amount must be slightly higher."
"clear!"
Song Yuan nodded vigorously.
Even if his elder brother doesn't tell him to do this kind of thing, he still knows how to do it.
"correct!"
Wang Kun suddenly looked at Su Dongchu, "Second brother, you'd better be careful when you go to the academy later. There are many people coming to visit you today."
Su Dongchu was startled, "Visit me?"
Wang Kun explained: "The 'Jianjinjiu' you wrote yesterday was so popular that the whole Su City knew about it. Some scholars regarded you as their idol and broke into the school like crazy, clamoring to visit you and ask for a calligraphy treasure. "
Most people will feel a little nervous when they hear this.
But when Su Dongchu heard this, a smile appeared on his face, "Haha, where are those people? I'm in a good mood today, and I have as many calligraphy treasures as I want."
