After going to Yingtian Prefecture, he went back to investigate the criminal case file, but the remaining money and grain were not investigated. Jia Cong had free time to go to Changganli when he was about to be dizzy.

Changganli is south of the Qinhuai River and north of Yuhuatai. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it was a densely populated place. To this day, there is a large market that sells grain and by-products, and a Laibin City that sells bamboo, charcoal firewood.

When you come to Jinling and don’t go to Qinhuai, just like when you go to Yanjing and don’t look at the Great Wall, you will walk from the stone arch bridge in front of Gongyuan to the Qinhuai River. When you walk in the boats, you will be in the river, and you will enter the old Qin family house. Jia Cong calmed down and read a few books, as if all the court battles had nothing to do with him.

His two books "The Scholars" and "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" still gained considerable influence in Jiangnan, establishing his status in the book business world. The title of top scholar and the poems of the Imperial Palace were even given the title of "Wenxiazong". However, Jia Cong did not get half a copper coin for the books published by Jiangnan.

This made him think, if one day he was in a high position, should he develop his copyright awareness?

But thinking about it, these things are still far away. Many people who made a living by writing books in ancient times were mostly in poverty and starved to death.

The one who makes the most money is Shiwen Collection and comments on Shiwen, because scholars must buy it.

The second is ancient popular novels that cater to the public, which can make money in ancient times, just like today's online literature.

However, such novels can only make huge profits temporarily, and will not gain a good reputation, nor will they be passed down to future generations and recorded in history. Jianyang Bookstore is an example.

Qin Zhong looked at this junior brother and saw the prosperous scenery outside the window, and sighed for a moment.

"The imperial court has a variety of ways to recruit scholars, especially during the famine, the national treasury needs silver, donating tribute students, and supervising students will open the dragon gate..." Jia Cong closed the book with annoyedness, "When the 27-month filial piety period passes, I think your best way is undoubtedly to donate a tribute student. If there is a vacancies in the court, you will go to wait for the class to make up for it. If you are better, you can grab the magistrate and the magistrate. No matter how bad it is, it will be a history, so that you can settle down in Jinling..."

When the imperial examinations were selected for scholars in Dashun or the mainstream, the juren had the qualifications to be an official. When scholars donated tribute students, they sometimes got real and lacked. In a specific period, they could buy officials directly. Of course, these are considered to be sidetracks and are not popular among people from the right path.

After Qin Zhong was mourning, he could still take the exam, but he had no parents. Jia Cong was worried, but without restraint, he tore him away. Qin Keqing said, "I'm worried that he won't be a good official, and he is not as cruel as you."

"No one is born to study and become an official. I'm not working hard to practice it slowly. I'm a junior brother and can't say anything, but my senior sister has a weak temper and won't be able to support her sooner. If you are thousands of miles apart, I won't be able to take care of you even if something happens to you..."

Qin Zhong's face turned slightly red: "As my junior brother said, donate a tribute student and go to the Ministry of Personnel to schedule a squad. Even if you can't get the actual vacancies, you will be a rich family if you don't get the actual vacancies."

After saying that, he left to read a book in the study. In fact, Qin Ye's death was still a big blow to him. He was damaged by Baoyu's original work, lost his ambition, and wasted his body. Before he died, he regretted it and regretted it.

Even though Qin Zhong has changed a lot now, Jia Cong is not very sure about his ability. The reason is that Sima Feijian, Wang Yinglin and others have all learned from the county town. Qin Zhong has been in the official family since he was a child and has been spoiled by Qin Ye. Good learning does not mean good abilities.

It is possible that you can just pull him a hand, and Jia Cong won’t have much hope for this.

Qin Keqing changed the topic: "I see the review book published by Yingtianfu. There are a few people who judged your request, but the words are still relatively unpleasant."

"There are all this kind of books. Since ancient times, literati are despised each other. Some people scold each other casually, while some people have a purpose, so how can they take care of everything? Sometimes they can only bark like dogs. If their will is not firm and obeys everything, then "Journey to the West" and "Water Margin" cannot come out."

"Didn't those people integrate with storytelling books?"

"Storytelling must also cater to the audience, otherwise there will be no reward for money, and the last writing will be written with a context in mind, a clear understanding of historical facts, and a combination of the characteristics of storytelling. This is also considered a statement."

"Then you can't establish morality."

"Cultivating virtue is not my pursuit."

Qin Zhong had two distant aunts, but they did not dare to talk to Jia Cong. Because of this, Jia Cong could not do anything to Qin Keqing here, so he could only find another opportunity. At this time, he looked at this elegant and graceful woman, but he did not say that he was impeached and thought: "Senior sister, Qixia Mountain is in full bloom. It's better for us to go out for a walk when we are on the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Qin Keqing looked at him quietly for a few seconds: "Okay."

Jia Cong endured the itch and said goodbye and returned to the Jia family's western crossing courtyard.

After entering the bedroom, Yuanyang was stacking shops, not knowing whether it was thankful or why. This girl was older than Jia Cong, and she was like a ripe peach, with a bulge in front and a raised back. Seeing him in, she walked towards the door a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Cong is back, I thought, why don't you call a girl here..."

"Forget it..." Jia Cong wouldn't like an ordinary girl, so he might as well do it himself, "They can't compare to you."

"My joking..." Yuanyang turned his head and looked at the sky, "It's raining, I have to leave..."

"Let's stop here..." Jia Cong pulled Yuanyang's hand. Qingwen was thin and beautiful. This Yuanyang was quite feminine. Jia Cong was not too much. He noticed that Yuanyang's resistance was not very strong, so he refused to let go because he knew that Yuanyang was strong and if he was completely strong, he would probably bit her tongue and commit suicide.

"Master Cong..." Yuanyang was very panicked, but was already hugged by Jia Cong and blocked her mouth. She only struggled for a while. Jia Cong skillfully unbuttoned her vest, and the seductive things appeared and disappeared.

"Don't be afraid, I will be very gentle..." Jia Cong was very tempted.

Yuanyang was very panicked, but she treated Jia Cong very differently from Jia She. She was with Jia Mu for many years. She saw through many facts. When Jia She played with things, there were not many good results. Mr. Cong was very good, but he was quite conscientious to the girls. However, after all, she vowed not to marry, so she was in a conflict, but had already been carried to the bed by Jia Cong.

Looking at the long and white legs, Jia Cong's breathing became heavier: "If you don't want to, say it quickly..."

"I...ah..."

...

"Luo Chang's mansion in the Fourth Prince's Mansion brought something in, saying it was the original work of Zhang Daoling..."

"Hurry, send it to me..."

In the queen's bedroom of the East Six Palace, Emperor Yongle Ling Chengsi exposed his chest and ran to the door of the inner room in disorganized clothes. His face flushed and he took a nanmu treasure box with rapid breathing.

After a long time, Emperor Yongle was like treating his favorite lover, as if he had a treasure, his eyes were obsessed with, and his hands gently stroked the yellowed and unclear "Flying Immortal Records". Without thinking, he said: "I am still thinking about me, I am worthy of being my son..."

"Long lively, the fourth prince of Luo Changfu said that it was founded by the officials of the Imperial College, who worked hard to search..."

"Transfer my oral order, asking Yang Qinghe to draft the order, Jia Cong adds the military supervision power in Jiangsu, and passes on the seal of Shangbao Department and the Ministry of War..."
Chapter completed!