Daming: I am the most powerful emperor grandson, please abdicate the throne

Chapter 53

"Xiao Yunxuan, no!"

"Your Imperial Grandfather hates businessmen the most. If he sees us doing business, he will break our legs."

Zhu Song shook his head, it was not feasible to do this.

After listening to Zhu Xuan's words just now, he also had the urge to make money. He relied on his father's money to support him, and no amount of money was limited.

The father's money must be distributed to at least twenty princes and various royal grandchildren, as well as salaries to officials all over the world. In fact, not much is left.

Besides doing business, what else can they do?
  Zhu Xuan couldn't think of anything that could be done for the time being, so he thought for a moment and said, "So I asked Uncle Twenty if there was anything we could manage without making Grandpa Huang too disgusted."

These are a little hard to think about.

Zhu Song thought about it for a long time, then suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Yes, you come with me."

They walked along the Qinhuai River for a long time and arrived outside a bookstore.

“We sell books!”

Zhu Song said: "Even if my father knows about it, he won't be too disgusted, right?"

"Book!"

Zhu Xuan thinks it is feasible.

They sell books by saints and sages, which is much more serious than ordinary shops.

However, serious books do not actually make much money, but some story books may open the door to a new world for them.

Novels in the early Ming Dynasty have begun to become popular, and "The Popular Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is the best example.

However, among the four major classics, Zhu Xuan is only familiar with the Three Kingdoms. He doesn't know much about the other three books. He just watched the TV series "Journey to the West" and it probably doesn't count. Fortunately, before time travel, he read a lot of novels, such as Jin Guwen and Huangliang. It couldn't be more cooked.

If you open a bookstore, you can sell books by saints on the surface, but you can also sell story books secretly. It is serious on the surface, but not serious on the secret.

Thinking of this possibility, Zhu Xuan asked: "Uncle Twenty, shall we go in and take a look?"

"go!"

Zhu Song's thoughts were similar to Zhu Xuan's.

Through this bookstore, you may be able to make a lot of money.

As soon as their uncle and nephew walked through the door, the shopkeeper here came over with a smile to say hello and said with a smile: "Sir, please take a look."

Zhu Xuan looked at it curiously and saw that the books placed in front were all serious books. They wanted to read something informal. When they were about to speak, they heard Zhu Song ask: "Are there any story books?"

"Of course there is!"

The shopkeeper took them to the back.

There are many storybooks here in quantity and type, which shows that the novel industry in the early Ming Dynasty was developing quite well.

Zhu Xuan picked up a book at random and read it. As soon as he opened the cover, he saw a large-scale illustration, the kind of illustration that makes adult men's blood boil when they see it.

"Don't look kid!"

Zhu Song immediately grabbed it and threw it aside.

If Lao Zhu knew that he dared to take Zhu Xuan to read this kind of book, he would really break his legs.

Zhu Xuan's eyes widened, the good guy already has a pornographic book.

People in the early Ming Dynasty were still very open-minded.

The illustration was also very unique, and the posture used was something Zhu Xuan, a time traveler, had never seen before. The literati or scholars of this era had a bit of fun.

People like Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng and Li Yu already had so many books like this before they were published.

"Uncle Twenty, what is that?"

Zhu Xuan still wanted to remain simple, pretending not to understand, and asked innocently.

Zhu Song shook his head and said: "It's not a serious book. If your grandfather finds out, your twenty-second uncle will be dead. We must not touch this kind of book in the future, do you understand?"

"Ok!"

Zhu Xuan is still a person that I don’t understand at all. It was so simple that Zhu Song felt guilty, thinking that he shouldn't have been brought in.

Next, they read other novels.

Except for those colorful books, other novels are basically based on the two genres of martial arts and gifted scholars and beauties. Zhu Xuan is in it, and even Danmei and Lily can be seen.

The ancients were still very liberal.

After a brief look around, they didn't buy a single book, and finally left with the shopkeeper's somewhat resentful eyes.

"What do you think of Xiao Yunxuan?" Zhu Song asked.

He knew that although this little nephew was not old, he was very smart and had many ideas, which was a bit inappropriate for his four-year-old age. Over time, everyone got used to it and didn't think it was a big deal.

Zhu Xuan asked: "Uncle Twenty, do you think a bookstore is okay? I don't understand anything."

Zhu Song said: "When it comes to making money without making my father angry, I think the bookstore is the best. It buys some sage books and sells story books at the same time. As you saw just now, besides us, there are many other books in the bookstore. People who buy books, business is pretty good, so I think there’s no problem.”

People who go to buy books basically only buy storybooks.

But among those who buy storybooks, most of them buy books with colors. After all, these are more attractive. Unfortunately, they dare not touch them.

Zhu Song added: "The books of sages are very easy and can be printed anywhere. But for those story books, we need to cooperate with people who specialize in writing books and let them help us write them."

In other words, the author must be signed.

After all, these books cannot be printed directly.

Zhu Xuan listened, looking like he didn't understand.

"If we only sell books by saints and sages, it's actually very easy. We just need to pool some money, rent a shop, and find someone to print the books, and then we can sell them."

"But for storybooks, you have to hire someone to come back and write them, which costs extra."

"Also, it's not clear what the person who came back to write is capable. If the writing is not good, we will lose money."

Zhu Song simply analyzed and said based on his own understanding.

It is actually not easy to open a bookstore.

Given their status, those books with color cannot be sold, and only the tender story books about talented men, beauties, and knights are left.

Zhu Song asked curiously: "How much money does Xiao Yunxuan have?"

"I have no money!"

Zhu Xuan shook his head.

What big things would you do if you had no money?
  Zhu Song could also understand that even if a four-year-old child had money, he would only have one or two taels at most. He said helplessly: "I can only spend three hundred taels at most. I can rent a shop and print some sage books. That's fine. I can hire someone." Come back and write, I can’t help it.”

"Actually, you don't need to invite me."

"It doesn't cost money. Can someone write it for us for free?"

"Of course, Hou Xian can write it."

Zhu Xuan's eyes fell on Hou Xian.

"Old slave..." Hou Xian was startled and quickly understood what the little emperor grandson meant. "Back to His Highness the King of Han, the old slave can indeed write. Occasionally, he will make up some short stories for the little emperor grandson to coax the little emperor grandson to sleep."

After saying that, Hou Xian sighed secretly.

If he continues like this, he will soon become the tool of the little emperor grandson.

He is still an omnipotent tool, but he can gain the trust of the little emperor grandson.

"Really?"

Zhu Song's surprised eyes fell on Hou Xian.

With a free writer, they can save a lot of money, and if they can really open a bookstore, it won't be a big problem.

Hou Xian nodded and said: "This old slave has read books and has many ideas. He can write a book for His Highness and the little emperor's grandson."

(End of this chapter)