Saint of the Confucian way

"Oh?" Fang Yun poked his head out of the window, and more than 20 carriages followed, all of which were the carriages of the scholars of the CI society.

"It may be on the way. Don't worry about them. Send brother he home first." Fang Yun said.

He Yuyu hurriedly said, "my house is far from here. I can walk back when I get to your house."

"Well, first take me home, and then let Daniel take you home."

"Good," he Yuyu said.

The horse's hooves clattered on the ground and entered the urban area, slowing down.

There was a sudden cry in front of the carriage.

"After watching the talks in the west chamber, I read in the pillow and became a great scholar! Fang Yun, a former child student of Shuangjia saint, has delivered the book! Come and buy it. If you buy the story of the west chamber, you can sell Shengdao and Wen Bao at the original price!"

He Yuzhu listened clearly. He turned to Fang Yun and said angrily, "how can someone sell books under your name? What's wrong with being a great Confucian? Let's get out of the car and send them to officials. It's outrageous."

"Cough! I did write that book. Now many Booksellers in the whole city cooperate with my bookstore." Fang Yun said.

"This..." he Yufu was stunned. He wondered why a former child student with great future would publicize with such arrogant words.

"Reading costs a lot of money, so I can't sit back and eat nothing, so I wrote two popular novels to sell. I came up with the slogan. Oh, advertising is called advertising for short." Fang Yun said.

He Yuyu was silent for a moment and asked, "won't it affect your studies?"

"No, I only write these popular novels when I practice calligraphy." Fang Yun said.

"That's good. If you wrote it, I'll buy one too."

Fang Yun said, "if you want to read it, I'll take the book to ethnology tomorrow."

"Kong Sheng said," if you don't suffer from scarcity, you will suffer from inequality. What do other gentlemen think if you give it to me? It's not good if I ask you to send so many books to others. How about I buy your books and you write an aphorism to send them to me. "He Yuyu said.

Fang Yun thought that this was a signing, so he said, "it's good."

"Na Guang... You also think of the advertising language? Others are not as bold as you." it is very common to Fang Yun, but it is shocking to he Yuyu.

"If you advertise, you will naturally make a big splash."

"What if someone attacks your name with your advertisements?" he Yuyu slowly accepted Fang Yun's statement.

"I'm the shopkeeper of the bookstore. All the business is done by the guys. If I don't check it, how can I harm my name?"

"That's what I said."

When the carriage was close to the cart, he Yuyu saw the slogan "Jianmei Gong Li University invites you to see the holy word" in the pillow "in advance. He was so scared that his face turned white.

"Fang, Fang Yun, have you really agreed to do so?"

"No, but I'm sure Lord Li won't care."

"You are really not afraid of death. You are braver than the demon king." he Yuyu shook his head helplessly.

When the carriage behind me passed by, I heard the cry of the bookseller, and even saw the name of Yun above the cover.

Yan Yue said contemptuously, "you and Liu Zicheng both think highly of Fang Yun. You see, he is only a little better than me. Whose family sells books like this? I think he is poor and afraid. It's not easy to dry up and fish when he has a literary name. It's difficult to become a big tool."

Guan YaoYuan looked at the cart of the book vendor and nodded: "No wonder I'm a poor boy from a small county. There are a lot of cheap means to attract attention. If I publish a book, I'll go directly to the deacon of the three booksellers. Then 30% of the bookstores in Dayuan mansion will publicize my book. With such a sales method, I can earn at most several hundred liang of silver a year. What can I do? Let the coachman have a look. Stay close and don't lose it."

Yan Yue looked out and said, "Fang Yun's carriage is right in front. You can't lose it."

Fang Yun's carriage stopped at the door of his house. Fang Yun got out of the car and said to he Yuyu, "brother he, leave."

"Farewell." he Yuyu had just finished, and found that Fang Yun turned his head and looked in the direction he had always been. His face was a little cold.

"What's the matter?" he Yuyu followed him to get off the bus. He saw a lot of carriages crowded at the entrance of the alley. The people on the bus got off one after another and came here.

At the front is Guan YaoYuan, the organizer of the ci poetry club. With a kind smile, it seems that nothing happened just now. Several people behind him look unhappy.

Behind these people were many scholars from the government literary academy. Gao Minghong of Jixian County was among them. He shouted, "Fang Yun, we were going to leave, but Guan YaoYuan's carriage has been following you. It may be bad for you, so we will follow."

Guan YaoYuan immediately complained, "you really misunderstood me. I'm here to apologize to Fang Yun again. Don't worry, Fang Yun. I'll publicize your talent right away when I go back today! I'll print 10000 copies of your song Butterfly love flower spring scenery and distribute it to the readers at my own expense. Do you believe me?"

Fang Yun was unmoved and said, "brother Guan, you're welcome. I'll publish a word collection soon. Don't bother brother Guan. The house is simple and there's no wine, so I won't invite you in."

While Fang Yun was talking, he saw other people appear at the entrance of the alley. Among them, there was a horse man in armor. He was very tall. He held a giant axe a full foot long in one hand and his eyes were like two big copper bells.

There was a tall man standing in front of Ma man, but the man only went to Ma man's chest. The man was dressed in a black robe, with a rich body and a kind face. He looked here with a smile.

Guan YaoYuan said, "Alas, you still don't believe me. I'll see people's hearts for a long time. I'll leave."

Yan Yue on one side said angrily, "Fang Yun, even if you are a double armour saint, you are a child after all. Guan YaoYuan has been so humble. Why do you have to ignore others? You just despise the scholars of our Academy of literature? You just despise our gentry and British society?"

"Yan Yue, you can fart freely, but you can't talk nonsense. You and Guan YaoYuan sing white face and red face, when we can't see it?" Fang Yun was disgusted by Yan Yue.

Guan YaoYuan hurriedly pulled Yan Yue and said, "don't say a word. Let's go. Fang Yun, we'll talk later. This time it's my fault. I'll apologize next time."

Yan Yue immediately shouted, "Fang Yun, you despicable villain, I'll make a poem for you today! Listen carefully: the family is shameless and can only talk like a hero. I don't know whether it's a child's daughter-in-law or a daughter-in-law raising a child!"

The people present were stunned. Yan Yue's words were too vicious. If this poem spread and someone added vinegar, Fang Yun would inevitably become an incompetent hypocrite who only cares about the life and death of his child's adopted daughter-in-law. As long as Fang Yun is labeled as ungrateful and always abandoned, no matter how big his literary name will be despised in the future.

"Bastard!" Guan YaoYuan slapped Yan Yue in the face, beat Yan Yue back and hit the wall.

"You..." Yan Yue seemed to be afraid of Guan YaoYuan, lowered his head and didn't speak.

Guan YaoYuan immediately said to the other party, "Fang Yun, I didn't expect things to be like this. I know you are still a poor boy. Even the carriages and fares to Dayuan house are sent by others. Although you are poor, you live in a humble place, and even sell books in a way that scholars despise in order to make money, I believe you have backbone."

Everyone could hear that it was Tu Qiong's dagger. Guan YaoYuan was criticizing Fang Yun.

Without waiting for Fang Yun to speak, the fat man outside the alley shouted, "who says that's a way that scholars despise? We xuanting Bookstore decided to buy a complete set of book selling means from Fang Shuangjia, paying 5000 liang of silver at a time. In addition, we are willing to pay another 5000 Liang of silver to buy the story of the west chamber." The right to sell a book in Shengyuan mainland. If Fang Shuangjia is willing to sign a document to sell all his future works by our xuanting bookstore, we can give him an extra half of his income! Now, who says that his fortune depends on his child's adopted daughter-in-law? "

Everyone was shocked. Even if Yan Yue and Guan YaoYuan are well-known families, they can earn seven or eight thousand Liang a year. Fang Yun can sell 10000 Liang by means of selling books and the right to sell a book? Fang Yun didn't invite him to support the scene, did he?

Everyone looked at the man carefully.

All the people present were scholars from the Fu Wen Yuan. They often saw celebrities in Fu Cheng and almost knew the man.

"Shopkeeper Tang!" all the scholars bowed down and bowed their hands with great respect.

Guan YaoYuan and Yan Yue also saluted shopkeeper Tang with fear.

Xuanting bookstore is one of the three major bookstores in Shengyuan mainland, accounting for more than 20% of the market share in Shengyuan mainland. Its shareholders are many semi saints, and Chen Guanhai is one of them. Therefore, xuanting bookstore is also the largest bookstore in Jingguo, accounting for 50% of the book market in Jingguo.

Xuanting book store has a supreme host in each state, whose position is the big shopkeeper.

The biggest bookseller in a state is nothing, but if there are multiple semi holy families behind it, even the state shepherd or the state court monarch don't want to offend.

Gao Minghong looked at Yan Yue with schadenfreude and said, "didn't you scold our poor children? Didn't you say Fang Yun wouldn't make money? What else can you say with shopkeeper Tang? The right to sell books can sell 5000 taels of silver, and the book can sell at least 200000 taels of silver."

Yan Yue was flustered. Liu Zicheng taught him to attack Fang Yun for being lazy and not making money, but he didn't expect Fang Yun to make more money than the whole Yan family. Things spread out. Maybe that crooked poem can't harm Fang Yun's name, but will make more people interested in Fang Yun's novels.

Shopkeeper Tang Da looked at Yan Yue and asked: "Your name is Yan Yue, isn't it? I've seen your father. You despise Fang Yun? Well, I'll give you half an hour. If you can't get 10000 liang of silver in half an hour, I'll break your mouth! Then I'll give you three days. If you can't earn 10000 liang of silver by yourself, I'll break your leg! Old ma, keep an eye on him. If he can't write the story of the west chamber in three days Such a good book, cut off his legs! "

"HMM." the horse man promised and stared at Yan Yue.

Yan Yue leaned against the wall and his face was bloodless. He didn't expect to humiliate Fang. Instead, he was humiliated and even faced unknown punishment. He has heard many things about shopkeeper Tang. Some people use eight words to describe shopkeeper Tang. He is cruel and ruthless and makes progress every day.

Yan Yue was in despair.

"Well, since he knows my father, he must know that I came from a famous family, but even so, he dares to chop my legs, which shows that Fang Yun can help him make a lot of money. If he is willing to give Fang Yun ten thousand, he is confident to make twenty thousand or more from Fang Yun. Will my father turn his face with xuanting Shuxing for me? No way! In order to show his kindness to a child student, he even threatened me with a court Scholar Tang! How much he values this fortune! "

Guan YaoYuan stepped forward and said respectfully, "I'm Guan YaoYuan. My uncle is a disciple of Zuo Xiang. This is a misunderstanding. I hope shopkeeper Tang will give Yan Yue a chance."

"You want to stop me?" shopkeeper Tang said darkly.

"No..." before Guan YaoYuan finished, the Ma man who was several feet away suddenly opened his mouth and spit.

The spittle made a piercing sound and flew to Guan YaoYuan. Before Guan YaoYuan reacted, the spittle hit his forehead.

With a scream, Guan YaoYuan flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. His forehead was covered with blood and flesh. The pain made him bite his teeth tightly and sit up hard.

"Pretty handsome." I don't know who said it. Everyone looked at the horse man who hurt people with spittle.