In addition to the signs of academic museums everywhere, Zhenguo is the second most popular book shops, with all kinds of books, including mathematics, physics, chemistry, and some engineering principles, Taibai Ji.

People here are diligent in studying, so there are more and more people buying books. Therefore, in Zhenguo Mansion, book shops have become more profitable industries.

Obviously, one of the industry here, whether it is a book shop or other shops, has a phenomenon that the consumption here is extremely strong!

It is precisely because of the strong consumption, so the rents of various shops are getting higher and higher. Whether it is selling ready-made clothes, eating and drinking tea, they are all crowded with countless craftsmen, a large amount of salary, and countless merchants coming and going, and many of the gold and silver wrapped around their waists are left here.

There are even goods and shops that have never been found elsewhere, so many people from Beijing have to take buses here to buy them.

To a certain extent, the creation of prosperity is so easy. Here, the number of people may be only 100,000, but the consumption capacity of this 100,000 can reach a hundred times that of other places.

Silver has become everyone's goal, and everyone is busy, so even Yang Xiucai, who came here to open the museum, was stunned when he saw this scene.

However, Yang Xiucai was not disgusted. In fact, most of the scholars who came here were not well off. He also loved money. A gentleman just wanted to take it with the truth.

Gradually, Yang Xiucai found that he liked this place and had an indescribable feeling about it. You can buy everything you can think of here. As long as you are willing to spend a lot of money, you are the best. Although this place is only one step away from the capital, no one cares about the nobles in the capital next door. Even if the nobles come here, most of them are just a purpose.

So here, everything is closely related to money, and everyone is busy. He saw many craftsmen with his own eyes. After he got off work, he went to his school with his pen and ink and listened to his teaching very carefully. They were even more attentive than those children who took the exam for scholars. They were late at night and went back. They were stingy with their tuition fees, so they had to learn knowledge. Sometimes after class, they would pester Yang Xiucai to ask questions.

Huh... Yang Xiucai was confused in his heart. He couldn't understand why the people here were so studious, just to enter the workshop. This was too boring.

Every morning, Yang Xiucai always likes to eat tea in the teahouse. Anyway, there is no class in the morning, so he hides leisure in the teahouse. Because he drinks a lot of tea and consumes a lot, drinking tea is no longer a selling point. The teahouse always tries his best to make you take out money, such as asking someone to speak or sing a song.

Yang Xiucai obviously didn't like to join in the fun. He liked the third floor here. The third floor was elegant. Although it was still open, it was extremely quiet. He only occasionally heard the cheers from the storytellers on the first floor talking about the wonderful place.

Today, there are many people sitting in the elegant seat. After all, there are too many merchants here, and some of them are willing to come. Although they are not rich, they are never stingy with the consumption of these dozens of quotas.

Yang Xiucai came a little late, but found that there was a man sitting alone in the window. He was a boy wearing a Confucian shirt, with a handsome face and decent manners. He pursed his lips, but he had a bit of steadyness that was inconsistent with his age. Even his drinking tea seemed to be a bit elegant.

There happened to be an empty seat on his table.

Yang Xiucai did not hesitate, walked forward and bowed.

The boy raised his eyes and smiled at him. Obviously, he knew Yang Xiucai’s intention, so he stood up and saluted and said, “Please sit down.”

Yang Xiucai thanked him, sat down, and asked Dr. Tea to serve tea, and then he couldn't help but look at the boy again.

The young man looked happy. Although he was just wearing an ordinary Confucian shirt, he was vaguely noble. His demeanor was incompatible with the environment of Zhenguo Mansion, because here, everyone seemed "vulgar". This vulgarity was not external, but in the expression inside.

Yang Xiucai looked at the boy and had some affection for no reason, so he couldn't help but say, "I dare to ask my brother Gao."

The boy smiled lightly on his face and said, "Submit Ye."

Yang Xiucai smiled and said, "You have the same surname as Duke Zhenguo. You should also teach the library here. You are young and have already achieved fame of scholars. Why did you teach the library here? Why would you rather study hard at home for a few years, and maybe you will succeed in your career?"

Yang Xiucai felt sorry for Young Man Ye. Seeing that he was wearing a Lun Scarf, he was naturally a scholar. Generally, those who came here to teach the school were mostly after becoming a scholar, but they were repeatedly lost. Only then did he have to find some other careers. At this age, the young man shouldn't have abandoned his studies.

Young man Ye didn't make any excuses and said casually: "That single-plank bridge is too difficult, so he just let it go."

Yang Xiucai couldn't help laughing. Seeing the boy's eyes clear and transparent, he suddenly felt that the boy's mind was a little deep.

At this moment, I saw the young man looking out the window with great interest and couldn't help but say, "What are Brother Ye looking at?"

"Look." Young man Ye pointed to a ragged porter on the bottom, holding a shoulder pole in one hand, as if he was waiting for the business to come, but also reading it with great care, so that someone wanted to go up to find some business for him. Seeing that he was serious, he was also discouraged.

Yang Xiucai looked around and couldn't help but sigh: "It's strange to say that everyone here is reading money, and everyone is reading books like Yao and Shun. Brother Ye, you said that these people come here just to work, so why do you do with so many books? Although the salary is higher when entering the workshop, but so many people are working tirelessly, it's really... strange."

Young man Ye looked back at him, pointed to his teacup and said, "It's going to be cold."

Yang Xiucai lowered his eyes and then laughed silently. When the tea came up, he forgot to drink it. He took a sip of the tea and was about to speak. Unexpectedly, the young man Ye suddenly said, "Then why do we want to study?"

"Ah..." Yang Xiucai was stunned for a moment and subconsciously said: "We are subordinates of saints, so of course we have to study."

Young man Ye shook his head and said, "No, we are just learning the Four Books and Five Classics. To put it bluntly, it is just for fame and fortune. Why do so many people study hard and work tirelessly? In fact, it is just someone who leaps over the dragon gate. Look, he is also a scholar. He was your classmate in the past, but you were still a scholar, but he passed the imperial examination and passed the imperial examination. From then on, he became a master of the emperor and became a superior person. How dare you ask Brother Xian, is this enough to inspire you?"
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