Great Husband of the Northern Song Dynasty

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The first volume of miscellaneous studies was sent to the bookstore. The manager read the title and turned around and shouted, "It's Lang Jun's book."

The craftsmen heard it, and each one shared a copy.

"There are such lines here, and there are also curved ones. You have to retype the type."

The movable type in the bookstore is complete, but the lines and certain symbols are not.

"What is this? I don't know." The craftsmen looked at the symbols and numbers a little ignorant. Especially those codenames, they feel that they are reading heavenly books.

Zhuang honestly sent the book himself, and Wen Yan said: "Lang Jun said, whether you know it or not, you just have to follow the instructions above."

The governor said: "That's simple, just draw a cat and draw a tiger."

"Get it! Lang Jun's book, who is in trouble, someone peels his skin!" The manager growled.

Craftsmen make new type while typography.

Those triangles, as well as those lines, have to come back.

After a day of tossing, everything is ready.

"That ..." The steward's sacred face was awesome.

An old craftsman hesitated for a while, "This is Lang Jun's book. Lang Jun is the master of Yan Guo, the descendant of the line of Longshan, and the line of Longshan is all dead. Is this a way of doing things? Otherwise, it's a bit daunting.

"Yes! As soon as the book is out, the ghosts and gods on Mengshan Mountain will run over to our troubles."

"..."

Uh!

This is a problem!

The governor was a bit dazed to think about this.

"Go and invite the monks."

So when Shen An came to inspect the work, he saw that several monks were reading the sutra.

"What do you mean?" He was puzzled.

The steward said flatteringly: "Lang Jun, aren't everyone worried that Mengshan ghosts and gods are in trouble, so they invited monks to do the deeds."

Uh!

Shen An was furious, but he couldn't stop it.

The definition of "Mengshan Yimai" came from him. It is also a fact that there are all tombs on Mengshan.

In the eyes of everyone, he, Lang Jun, was probably the master wandering in the cemetery. It was fine all day, either bragging with the emperor in a certain grave, or bluffing with the ghost of a prime minister.

Hey!

Feudal superstition kills people!

"Lang Jun, you also incense incense."

Guan Shi felt that he got it right, otherwise Lang Jun would look relaxed.

Shen An was incense and felt that this manager could be sent to Izumo Temple in the future.

Later, when the ceremonies were over, the bookstore was fully fired, and a new book was printed out, which was then bound into a volume.

Shen An flipped through the book, sniffing Mo Xiang, and said, "This is a famous history."

The manager smiled and said, "Isn't that right, Lang Jun, the more you sell this book, the louder your reputation will be, and you will certainly be a Confucianist after a few decades."

Big sister!

Shen An pointed to the words in the writing, embarrassingly said: "It is miscellaneous, miscellaneous ... miscellaneous ..."

"Go work!" Shen An felt that the man was preparing to say the word Confucian, so he drove him away with black lines.

After returning home, Shen An told his family that his family would go out for breakfast tomorrow morning.

"Why?" Yang Zhuoxue felt strange.

From the date of marriage, the Shen family's rule is to eat breakfast at home as much as possible, and occasionally go out for lunch or dinner.

Officer, is this smoking?

Yang Zhuoxue looked at his husband with that sympathetic gaze.

Shen An has been agitated since last night, saying something famous in history.

Is the condition worse now?

"What kind of eyes are you in?" Shen An stunned. "It's nothing. Isn't it good for the family to go out occasionally?"

"Good." Yang Zhuoxue felt that he was a follower of three obediences and four virtues, and he wanted to give his husband a face.

...

In a restaurant in Bianliang, Wen Yanbo was invited by Lu Zhao, and Sima Guang and others were also there.

"Wen Xiang, that Shen An's miscellaneous knowledge is coming out soon." Lu Hu sneered: "Someone thought it would be left out in front of the door, no one bought it!"

Another man said, "Why do you study? Isn't it just to be an official? After learning miscellaneous studies, you can't go to the Imperial Examination. Who wants to learn? A few days ago, I was waiting to read jokes to see how many books he could sell. "

Wen Yanbo smiled slightly, but did not speak.

Sima Guang said faintly: "After Shen An's remarks at Dasheng Academy, many people said that miscellaneous studies were not useless."

Lu Li said: "What civilization, nonsense! Jun Shi, a bet with you, after the book comes out, Shen Jia Academy is definitely deserted."

Sima Guang did not speak, just toast.

Everyone swallowed up and laughed.

...

After the next day's exercise, Shen's family went out.

The Bianliang in the early morning was a little cold, and the carriage walked slowly in the cold.

The steaming restaurants in the street are full of steam.

The Huaxia people are the most industrious. They can work out early and return late all year round and work hard for the family.

Along the way to a restaurant, the shopkeeper who received the notice yesterday greeted him, shouting excitedly with a voice similar to shouting: "I have seen Guo Gong!"

Shen Guogong came to a restaurant for dinner!

The shopkeeper's shouting alarmed the people nearby, so this wave of advertising was considered a success.

Shen An knew that the tricks he played were nothing more than the famous foodies of the Song Dynasty. The first chef Shen Guogong came to a restaurant for breakfast, showing how good the restaurant ’s food is!

"Gu Gong, please."

The shopkeeper flattered Yang Zhuoxue a little uncomfortably, so she pulled the fruit.

Guoguo was looking diagonally across, "Sister-in-law, our bookstore is there."

Yang Zhuoxue also saw it.

The bookstore just opened the door, the guys were cleaning, and then the well-dressed ones brought out the large case.

This is Shen An's account. The bookstore must clean up the road in front of him.

If this is the case for every family, and everyone knows the truth about the snow in front of each door, then the whole capital will be clean and amazing.

Stacks of new books still scented with ink were carried out and placed on the table.

A passerby glanced at it and said in surprise, "It's actually miscellaneous?"

The steward was standing on the side, and said a little angrily: "Yes, it's miscellaneous, can I buy one?"

He received an order to print with all his might, regardless of sales.

But as a bookstore manager, how can he ignore this?

If there are too many prints, which makes it impossible to sell, he will feel that he is negligent.

This is the morality of the people at the moment.

The man glanced away, then raised his head in joy, "How much is it?"

The governor swore that he had never seen such ecstatic eyes, and he subconsciously said: "Sanwen Qian."

"Some need five books!"

The man touched and felt fifteen pennies from his arms, then took five books, asked for another piece of oiled paper, wrapped the book, and put it carefully into his arms.

"It's inconvenient to bulge." The steward felt that his chest bulged abruptly, which was really uncomfortable.

The man smiled and said, "It's best not to be afraid."

The manager asked curiously: "How do you buy five?"

"One book for children at home, one for children at big brother's house, and one for second brother ..."

It's a bit dumb.

"I have heard that Guogong's miscellaneous studies in astronomy and geography are all there. It's just that it's too difficult to enter the Mangshan Academy.

The man arched his hand: "Please also tell Guo Gong, this kind of loss-making business is a merit, I will always remember."

The governor felt that his eyes were hot and a little moved.

Yes!

One copy of the three-money money, and one loss of one-money money, but Lang Jun said without hesitation: "Just print, and lose all the Shen family's money."

What a heart this is, I can't help but feel deeply moved.

On the second floor of the restaurant, Shen An pushed open the window and glanced to the left.

There is a bookstore over there.

He saw the man's chest bulging, and walked happily all the way.

"Brother, have breakfast."

"Dad, eat!"

"Daddy ..."

There was a noisy behind him, Shen An was warm in his heart and turned back.

The buddy has brought breakfast and it is very rich, but according to Shen An's account, the weight is not much.

Tofu brain has now become one of the breakfast choices of the people in Beijing, and rich people like to add sugar, which Shen An feels incredible.

"Tofu brain is to eat salty and spicy."

Seeing Yang Zhuoxue adding sugar to the tofu brain, Shen An felt that the taste of the husband and wife was moving away.

Yang Zhuoxue frowned when he saw that he had more thieves added with hot sauce.

Shen An glanced at the tofu brain in her bowl and shook her head slightly, feeling that she couldn't really eat it.

The couple looked at each other, and the strange strangeness came out again.

Shen An feels that the couple needs to feel this strangeness from time to time, otherwise Meiru Tianxian will also feel that he has become a left and right hand and will rely on his family to maintain it.

"Taro, do not bully edamame."

Guoguo maintains order there and makes a mess with his two nephews.

The atmosphere in this morning was so beautiful that Shen An felt that life is the right way.

"Don't squeeze!"

Hearing the shout, he got up and went to the window.

Outside of the bookstore, there was nowhere to be squeezed.

I didn't expect that so many people would come to buy books, and I didn't report to the people of the military patrol shop in advance, so I was dumbfounded.

"Go to the official!"

At least 500 people gathered in this street at the moment, and there were people outside who heard the news.

"Somebody wants to buy miscellaneous books!"

"Some too."

"Big brother?"

"There is the first bridge outside the city."

"Hey! Then we are not far away! A certain house is at the entrance of the alley."

"That's the neighborhood."

The book buyers murmured all the way, and the peddlers came cleverly carrying the basket.

"Cookies, hot cakes, choking you to death!"

What a special!

Who dares to sell like this?

Everyone looked at it, but it was Bianliang's recently famous hawker.

Others sell pancakes if they want to make them bigger, but he is different. The pancakes are very solid and chewy.

Later, he developed the slogan because he felt that the ordinary peddler couldn't express his own cake.

"Come two!"

"Someone wants one."

The choking man's pancakes eat and drink water, otherwise they panic.

"Don't squeeze it, spread it out!"

People at the military patrol shop heard the news and began to maintain order.

"What are you buying?"

The leader of the head squeezed in and glanced at it, and when it was selling books, he asked, "Whose book is this?"

The governor saw them coming, and couldn't help but say as amnesty said: "It's my Langjun's book."

"No wonder, go, call more brothers!"

The governor arched his hand, "Thank you very much, look back and ask the brothers to drink."

The leader smiled, "The Grand Duke is generous, then you are welcome. What kind of books are you selling?"

The manager said proudly: "My family's junjun's miscellaneous studies cost me three penny and one copy."

The leader was stunned, and then quietly squeezed over, touched Sanwenqian and said, "Give me a copy."

It stands to reason that he should wait in line, but so many people here must be at least noon.

So this guy wants to go back door.

The steward pointed at him, smiled ambiguously, and then said, "There is no need for money."

"Don't." The chief said rightly: "These three monies are sold at a loss. Some people go to eat a meal without money ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But this is learning! Someone dare not desecrate learning. "

This is the moral concept of the Da Song people at this moment.

You can blasphemy anything, but you can't blasphemy knowledge.

The manager gave him a book, but he was seen.

The grumpy shouted: "Not even waiting in line!"

"shameless!"

call out!

call out!

All kinds of breakfast flew over, and the soup and the boss were dripping in an instant, embarrassed.

"Go away."

The boss wiped the tofu brain from his face and bowed his head into the crowd.

"Go back and drink!" The manager was smashed and hid in the shop.

"Don't squeeze, don't make trouble!"

Shen An shouted on the second floor of the restaurant. The people below raised his head to see him, and suddenly boiled.

"Shen Guogong, someone wants to buy a book."

Lying!

Not right!

Someone started to rush in. Shen An looked as if he was swiftly running away from the back door with a family.

Later, the shopkeeper of this restaurant finally got rid of these enthusiastic people, looking at the restaurant that was ravaged again, could not help crying.

"Shen Guogong will definitely give money." A man felt that the shopkeeper underestimated Shen An's morality.

The shopkeeper thought for a while, proudly said: "No, don't give as much as you want, don't trim it here, just keep it. Those people came back and asked, just saying that the business is too good and it was squeezed.

This idea is too clear, the guys looked at each other.

"Hey! Isn't that Wen Xiang Gong's business?"

Someone pointed to a sneaky man.

The shopkeeper rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, isn't it?

"This documentary is against miscellaneous knowledge, and even sent his family to buy it. It can be seen that this book is terrible. Hurry up and go to the queue to buy a few copies."

——As soon as the miscellaneous studies come out, Bianliang paper is expensive!