"Those who don't wear Confucian robe and wear green collars will not sell..."

Although he felt vaguely satisfied, Zhang Yuan still asked: "What is the reason?"

The young man said with a sad face: "This is the rule passed down by the ancestors of the young master. The young master doesn't understand why he puts a good location and does not do a good business, and insists on..."

As if he had opened a hole, the young man couldn't help but complain to Zhang Yuan and the crowd around him: "Master, fellow villagers, don't you say that our Shihan Hall is greedy and greedy. Look, which one of the entire Gulou Street is full of customers and has made money?

Only our Shihan Hall has no guests at all.

This is not a day or two, but it has been like this for decades!

We are deficit every month and every year, and I kneel down for our boss. Even if we open a teahouse and tavern, it is a hundred times better than this bookstore!

But the master's ancestors are here, and filial piety is greater than that of heaven, so I can only open a bookstore, there is no way!"

"Then there is always an explanation?"

Zhang Yuan and the people around him were very confused.

The young man said, "There is a saying, it's in that couplet."

As he said that, he pointed his finger at the pillars on both sides of the gate tower of Shihan Hall.

Everyone looked over and saw two rows of mottled words on the pillar that no one would pay attention to during the day:

Everything is inferior, but reading is high!

Seeing this couplet, other people may not have much feeling, but more and more students gathered, and they felt so sad...

Each of them stood up straight with honor.

The look he looked at the guy became friendly in an instant.

Then the guy said again: "Due to the ancestral teachings, our boss cannot sell books to this aunt."

But we are definitely not sympathetic. Even if Shihan Hall is almost unable to continue, our boss will pay the money by himself, go to the nearby bookstore, and buy the aunt a great set of Thirteen Sutras."

As he said that, he put the bookcase in his hand in front of him and said to the old woman: "Auntie, please take it home!"

The old woman cried again, "But I only want your Shihantang books. I really can't bear it, he left with regret!"

Life and death are the biggest things. The people around them are already inclined toward the friend's heart, and immediately turned toward the old woman.

But seeing that the attitudes of the prison students around him changed, the people did not dare to speak casually anymore.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuan thought of the best of both worlds and said to the young man: "You can't do this, where is your boss?"

When the young man heard this, his face felt a little embarrassed and said, "Master, our boss is young. He was framed by evil people a few days ago, some... some..."

Zhang Yuan was stunned and said, "Your boss is Gui Geng this year?"

The guy said, "Twenty-two."

Zhang Yuan frowned and said, "Why are twenty-two still young? Go and tell him, just say that Zhang Zifen, the chief of our country, asked him to come out and see him."

The young man was in a dilemma, but seeing that the people around him were reluctant to disperse, he could only grit his teeth and enter Zhulou.

After about half a cup of tea, a young white and fat man came out.

The fat white man saw countless people around him, and hesitated.

It was still that guy who kept persuading him and finally walked up to him.

Zhang Yuan and many supervisors saw him, and they all felt contemptuous.

But the people around him didn't think he looked like a bad person when he looked innocent.

Only Ni Er, who was standing across the street, could hardly suppress his laughter and said to Jia Cong: "Young Master, look, look! These have been practiced many times. Brother Cheng'er's face was specially taught by Qiu San's turtle boy! Hahaha! Look, it looks so similar!"

Jia Cong looked back at Ni Er and said, "It's pretty good, but don't say much about this, especially don't talk about it outside. Remember, the trouble comes first if the opportunity is not secret.

You have to learn from the disaster of the rich gambling block.”

Ni Er stopped hearing this, looked at Jia Cong's cold gaze, and felt that the cold sweat on his forehead was about to come out. He hurriedly replied: "Don't worry, young master, I must take care of my mouth."

He said he wanted to keep his mouth in mind, but in a blink of an eye, Ni Er couldn't help it and asked, "Young Master, after Shihantang, should he really only sell Confucian shirts and wear Qingjin? There are not many people, right..."

Jia Cong said lightly: "People should be self-aware, do economic business, and have clear customer positioning. Being able to seize the most plump piece of meat is better than just holding a pot."

Ni Er grabbed his head and laughed: "I don't understand, I'll just listen to the young master anyway!"

Jia Cong nodded and continued to look ahead.

Ni Erze didn't care about the front and looked at Jia Cong quietly and felt puzzled.

He couldn't understand that even though Jia Cong was a son of a Duke and had an extraordinary background, he was only in his teens and had not experienced anything yet. He was only a young man and a half.

Why is he so calm and steady, his eyes are as heavy as a thousand pounds, and his words are even more condescending.

Naturally, he didn't know that although Jia Cong is young and has not experienced anything, he stood in the operating room in his previous life, holding a lancet, and presided over countless life and deaths.

Although you don’t say much, every word is about life and death, so how can you not be serious?

Ni Er didn't know this, so he could only be attributed to Jia Cong's natural nobleman and became more and more respectful.

But ahead, after seeing Lin Cheng, the owner of Shihantang, come out, Zhang Yuan gave up and introduced himself, and said straight to the point: "It is good for the Lin Dong family to abide by the ancestral laws and respect the words of the ancestors.

But today's incident is understandable, and I believe there is no need to say much about the reason.

I also asked the Lin Dongjia to make a convenience, and to sell her a set of books."

After hearing this, Lin Cheng looked at Zhang Yuan with a dull expression, then looked at the old woman on the ground, and said, "You still... don't buy it..."

"Um?"

When Zhang Yuan heard this, his face suddenly darkened and he said unhappily: "Why is this?"

Lin Cheng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's not that you don't give your husband Zhang's face, nor that it's just because of the ancestors, Shihantang and Shihantang also sell books to ordinary people, but... it's just..."

"What's the reason?"

Zhang Yuan said impatiently.

Lin Cheng said distressedly: "I really don't want to sell books, it's really for her own good. The books in our Shihantang are too expensive!"

"Puff!"

Zhang Yuansheng was angry and laughed. After the onlookers were stunned, they also burst into laughter.

Everyone knows that there are all kinds of wonders in the world, and today I really opened my eyes.

The book seller advises people not to buy books because the price is too expensive...

Lin Cheng waved his hands repeatedly, and was so anxious that he was sweating. He said panic: "Really, don't laugh, I'm talking about my heart."

Seeing him like this, Zhang Yuan laughed even more and more, shook his head and said, "I have never seen you run a bookstore like this. It seems that you don't understand the economics at all.

Tell me, how expensive are your books in Shihantang?"

Lin Cheng blushed and said, "Other people's bookstore, a set of "Four Books and Chapters Collection" can be at most 2 taels and 8 cents, but in our Shihan Hall, it's almost... it's almost..."

"How many?"

Zhang Yuanli was so close that he couldn't hear clearly, and the people around him started shouting.

It seems like this big show is better than the Lantern Festival.

Zhang Yuanxian waved his hand to stop everyone's shouting and asked, "A set of Zhu Zi's "Four Books and Chapters Collection", how much money do you Shihantang sell for?"

Lin Cheng didn't dare to look up, his voice became a little louder, and said, "Yes, you want eight liang."

When Zhang Yuan heard this, his face changed slightly, and Lin Cheng's eyes were different.

He thought it would be good if he could have three or four taels, but who knows...

When people around him learned about it, they booed:

"I'm so dark!"

"What's wrong with never seeing silver?"

"Where is such a expensive book in the world?"

"I really hit the guest..."

Lin Cheng's fat face was filled with shame, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

However, the friend beside him was reluctant and shouted: "This husband, our Shihantang's books are printed on peach blossom paper that has been transformed from Jiangnan.

Even the ink is also the Jixi Hui ink of Huidi. This is a famous world-famous ink!

If you don’t believe it, wait for a moment, and I will pick you up a set to take a look.”

After that, without waiting for Zhang Yuan to react, he quickly turned back to the bookstore and soon received a set of books.

He handed one of the books to Zhang Yuan and said loudly: "Mr. Husband is Wenquxing who knows the world's affairs. You can judge the paper, such ink, and even the engraved handwriting were carved by Mr. Mu Rong, a famous calligrapher in the early years of the country.

Our Shihan Hall sells eight taels per set, is it expensive?

This is only a cost!

Master, you are the Wenqu Star, come down to earth, you will give me a review!"

That Zhang Yuan is not even a juren. He is regarded as the star of Wenqu at this moment, so he feels so sour and refreshed.

But he didn't know how much the cost of peach blossom paper and Jixi ink was.

I just looked through the "Great University" in my hand and found that the paper was indeed white and delicate, the handwriting was clear and the fragrance of ink, and the calligraphy was exquisite. It was indeed the calligraphy master Mr. Mu Rong...

It is concluded that it is a good book.

After looking through two pages, the prison students next to him took over and looked at them. They all knew the goods and nodded and praised them.
To be continued...