Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

A sixteen-year-old boy, who has never done anything except studying since he was a child, just returned to the city from Shangougou, and can't even look at the account... When encountering such an owner, is it cheating him, cheating him, or cheating him What?

The three managers didn't need to think about it, they all made up their minds.

Cui Dafa, the shopkeeper of the Nanhuo store, was the most reasonable and angry. He took a step forward and stood in front of Cui Xie. He pressed his hand on his chest and sighed and said, "My son doesn't know, our Nanhuo store has to be shipped from the south every season. Fresh fragrant candy seeds, tea fragrant flowers, abalone wing belly, ham bacon, oil-salt sauce vinegar...If there is no cash turnover, there will be no fresh goods to sell. There are also delivery ships, carts and horses waiting to be found Let's settle the money, those are absolutely not in default."

He also spent a lot of effort to squeeze out a few tears, and looked at Cui Xie with a pair of muddy old eyes: "It's not that the old slave doesn't want to be difficult at home. It's really powerless, and he has to beg the son for some money. It lasted this year. Next year, you will lose less, and you will be able to make money in one or two years. At that time, you will earn two or three hundred silver a year."

Cui Xie silently gave him a negative score-crying too fake, crying too slow, unable to cry, and didn't know to prepare a prop in advance, and he was not dedicated at all.

It's far worse than his expressionism of designing scenes and characterizing seriously.

He asked faintly: "How much money does the turnover cost?"

A subtle shrewdness flashed in Cui Dahui’s eyes. He wiped the corners of his eyes and said, “The old slave knows that the family is difficult and dare not ask for more. As long as the son can make up two hundred taels. The goods in the store are a bit outdated, and they need to be replaced. Only new ones are easy to sell; you have to charter the ship’s silver and the Toray silver for the boatman; and the monthly money from the shopkeeper, the money from the government and the banknotes..."

Cui Xie shook his head: "It's too much, it can't work..."

Cui Dalai was eager to ask for money, and he didn't care about pretending to cry and complain, and he leaned in front of him and said, "My son, don't just listen to the money and don't want to pay it out. You must know that this money also has a place and a place to go. Doing business. If we don’t sell the high-quality goods, who are willing to buy them?"

Cui Liangdong also followed to persuade: "This Nanhuo shop is only temporarily inefficient. When business is good, it can also make four or five hundred silver miles a year!"

Cui Xie smiled and said: "When business is good, it will be credited to four or five hundred, and when business is not good, it will be paid two hundred. Then why don't I close him and rent out the shop? My old courtyard in Qian'an can still sell one hundred taels. Well, Jingli is here again with a shop, so you have to rent him for two to three hundred years, right?"

This prodigal master!

This Nanhuo shop makes more than four to five hundred taels a year! It was when the master and Mrs. Xu were in the house, where the shopkeepers and tents also made a lot of money. He was trying to take advantage of the young master's ignorance. Who knew that this young master could be ignorant to this point? The shop is gone!

This time, he really made a fire from the bottom of his heart, so he almost rushed to press Cui Xie and shook him, loudly shouting: "There are hundreds of silver goods in the shop. If you want to rent a shop, these But it's in vain. The son think twice!"

The prince said impatiently: "You don't think the goods are too small. It's you who are not worth the money, and you are the one who is worth the money. Which sentence should I listen to you? I don't think you have a big deal, you are not a shopkeeper."

Cui Dalai's eyes were round, and he opened his mouth to rebut.

Cui Xie glanced at him, picked up the account book of the satin shop, and waved to the shopkeeper Cui Jinzhi: "Speaking of you, is this satin shop ready to make money?"

Cui Jinzhi absorbed the lessons of his predecessors and said calmly: "Although you can't make a lot of money for a while, the inventory can still be sold for a while. The money you make will be carried to the south next month to put some light materials such as silk yarns. A few shops can ease your breath, but if you want to make money, I’m afraid it’s the end of the year. Not to mention the shops, don’t you have to change clothes in the house?”

Cui Xie's expression was faint, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he asked Cui Ting, the treasurer of the powder shop: "What about your shop? Do you lose money?"

Cui Ting waited for him to ask this question for a long time, and then he squeezed out a smile on his face and said: "No compensation, no compensation! Not only does the family need to pay a penny, nor can they delay the old lady and the second lady. Like the ladies use powdered silk flowers!"

He Xiao Yier looked at Cui Xie’s expression and boasted: "The lead powder in our shop is imported from Guilin. It is a good lead cream for a real monk to promote..."

Cui Xie smiled slightly. He felt that he was talking about the son's heart, after he praised the lead powder and praised the rouge, saying that the mouth fat in the shop was really insect-pasteurized.

Cui Xie pressed the button in the air, asking him to stop first, and then recruited Cui Liangdong to come over and say: "The three shopkeepers all make sense, but I'm not a director. I can't hear you just hearing what you say. Things have to be left to you--

"I don’t have money at home, and I can’t support the three non-profit shops. I plan to sell one for living money. Whether there are two remaining, it depends on the future: if the one is good, I will merge the staff to whichever. Management; the poor ones are simply rented out first to get a stable rent for several years, and then look back to see if there is any suitable business."

Cui Dalai feels that he is going to sell his own shop, his face is a bit hideous for a while, he secretly clenched his fist, looked at Cui Xie and said: "The eldest son is still young, and there are some things that I don't understand. Where are people like us? Realizing the property? Once this business is opened, the heart of the shopkeeper and the guys underneath are lost, which one will give you a good job! What's more, the eldest son is still young, and this is not yours alone..."

Cui Xie nodded: "This is not mine alone, and I won't come to a conclusion after hearing what you say. I just said, the five-year plan. You have to make one copy for each store. One point, I will show it to the old lady, the old lady, the second sister, the third brother, and the aunts at home. Everyone agrees to stay."

He looked at the few people in a daze, and simply asked Xiaosi Songyan to take pen and ink and stamped paper, and write down the store name, construction situation, address, inventory, number of employees, daily passenger flow, and store year. For items such as income, loan status, payment for goods, employee salaries, accidental depletion, etc., ask them to fill in the figures according to the form, and then predict their operating conditions in the next five years.

The three shopkeepers said bitterly: "How can this be done accurately? No one knows what will happen in five years. If the little people do more and less, then we will not be able to bear the income gap. Take this responsibility."

Cui Xie said: "What will happen in the future is the future. As long as you write a plan, you are not willing to write. That means you have no intention of doing things. You can go to the store and pick a few people who are willing to plan to take over. ..."

do not!

The shopkeeper of the rouge and silk shop said: "Don't worry, young master, we will do it! We will do it!"

Cui Dahui of the Nanhuo shop wanted to struggle a bit, and gritted his teeth and said to Cui Xie: "The big man is just too slow to get the money back from the Nanhuo shop. But the two shops also have to be transported back and forth by the Nanhuo's manned ships. The first-class goods are on the front. If the old man only wants to save money and is reluctant to invest on the road, he can only sell some old goods from Beijing, and he will not make much!"

Cui Xie said: "I'm busy with my studies, so I can't go to the store. Tomorrow you will bring me a few of the best items in the store. I will see how it looks."

After that, he turned his eyes to the chief steward and faintly commanded: "The treasurer of Cui Conference can't make a schedule. You can find someone to do the chief steward for him. The number that should be filled in will be counted by the people in the store. The numbers should be calculated based on the previous projections, and should be written clearly and simply, and everyone in the family should read them."

When they wrote their graduation thesis, they wrote it all by themselves, and they had to check the duplicate on CNKI. Who would dare to say that I was not happy and stopped writing? He has drawn up so many key points in this plan, and what he still refuses to do is the work attitude problem!

The boss saw the hope of intervening in the shop, and regardless of Cui Dafa’s ugly face, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, the villain will stare at them to do this, and it must be done properly."

Cui Xie nodded: "Don't be too eager. Ask the people in the store to help them. Just bring them in ten days."

After finishing the assignment of the asset evaluation task, he dispatched the steward, the shopkeeper, and the young man together, and laid out papers and pictures in the small study.

He had already typed a few drafts in Beijing these days, but was afraid that Cui Que would find out about it and ask him something, so he never wrote. It’s so empty and easy that the master went to Yunnan to take office. He didn’t want to drag on any longer, so he took out drawing paper cut to the same size as "Six Talented Scholars and Three Kingdoms", first framed the picture with a ruler, and pulled out the perspective of the background. Line, arrange the furniture layout according to the perspective relationship, first drew a picture of Zhou Lang's vomiting blood.

He had drawn this picture countless times in his mind. When he actually started it, every stroke was done in one go, and the lines did not need to be modified. Zhou Yu's sad and unwilling look when he vomited blood and Xiao Qiao's affectionate gaze were both unfolding in his pen. He modified the composition and asked Xiao Qiao to stand beside Zhou Yu and stretch out his hands to support each other. The two touched their fingertips, as if they were not grasping. To express Zhou Yu's dying feeling of loss of strength.

This kind of color printing painting is simple to paint, and it is flat coating layer by layer. Since he is not in Qian'an, he can no longer wait for the printed sample to tell the workers how to adjust the color, so he took another piece of paper to mark out the coloring module, and mark the color in slices and layers, indicating whether the printing effect should be softer or harder. some.

It took nearly twice as much time to make such a picture. But if the craftsman can print a painting that meets his requirements without having to send people back and forth from Qian'an to send samples and color corrections, it will save a lot of time.

In fact, the best way is to directly move the bookstore to Beijing, but the artisans used in the study are all locals in Qian'an, so I am afraid they are unwilling to move.

What he hopes more now is to hold the north-south trade road opened up by the Cui family in his hands, recruit skilled craftsmen from the south, buy suitable engravings, and build a flagship store in Beijing. At that time, the three study houses of Jingli, Tongzhou, and Qian'an will be connected together, which will not only facilitate the transportation of goods, but also exchange engravings, and increase the printing speed.

In the future, there will be more books printed, and color-printed books can be sold to the south through this familiar and safe business route. On the return journey, we will bring a few new books from the south...

The cool night breeze blew from the window, cooling his mind-the day after tomorrow is a day off, Xiao Cui Qi should come to the country to monitor him, it is useless to think less, draw two more drafts for him Take it over.

So he used the light to hit Wolong's line of filial piety again, and got up and painted the next day before dawn. Fortunately, the mourning hall was dressed in plain white and the colors were simple. Even the ribbons were divided into editions, and it was over after a long time.

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This is the day when Choi Xie officially goes to school, and he catches up with the doctor's talk. He didn't dare to be late, so he drove out half an hour earlier, ran across Beijing Street at the speed of a bicycle, and sat in the lecture hall one tea time in advance.

The large class in the morning was presided over by Fei Xie, Director of the Supervision of the Imperial College, and talked about the chapters and sentences of "Mencius Li Lou".

Fei Siye is only a few years older than Mr. Lin, but he was born in Huiyuan, is proficient in learning, and his teaching level is significantly higher than that of Mr. Lin. When he lectured, he didn't just follow the Scriptures of Song Confucian Classics to interpret the subject, but also quoted from the history of the classics. Every word and sentence has a place. After hearing it, people feel that they have such a wealth of knowledge.

Cui Xie took a self-made charcoal pen and made notes while listening, wishing to copy his words down. I hate that there is no PPT or blackboard in this era. Otherwise, the teacher will write on the upper panel, and they will copy below. Wouldn't it be a lot of effort?

In the future, he will become a national sacrifice wine, so he must order blackboards to be installed in all lecture halls and study studios of the Imperial College!

He secretly swears in his heart that the words become more and more prosperous, and only the first and last words represent one sentence in the meaning of Scripture that can recite. When he remembered the words he hadn’t learned, he really wanted to change it to horizontal layout to speed up, but several students sitting next to him were already looking at him, and even the secretary glanced at him. He didn’t Dare to be too special and can only write honestly.

Fei Siye talked forever all morning, and there was not even a lesson plan. Everything was in his mind. No matter how remote historical materials were, they were all free to speak, and there was no time of stagnation or thinking. By the end of this big class, his face was not tired, his robe sleeves flicked, and he walked down from the class casually, asking the students to go to school.

The students naturally didn't dare to leave, they all stood up and sent him away, only a young student was walking behind him.

Cui Xie mixed in low-key among the crowd to send him off, but didn't want Si Ye to walk to him and suddenly stopped. He also picked up his notebook and pen and glanced at him, and asked, "That's what you just remembered? Don't worry. Copy, did you delay listening to me?"

Taking notes in class is a good habit of every Chinese student. Otherwise, what to memorize before the exam?

He copied the same way from Mr. Lin before, and Mr. Lin had not corrected it, so he followed his habit to write, but he didn't want Fei Siye to be upset.

He has always been honest in front of the teacher, lowering his head and explaining: "The student has a poor foundation. When I hear what Si Ye talks about, I want to write it down and go back and check it slowly. If I don't write it down, I'm afraid I will forget it later."

Fei Siye didn’t seem to really want to blame him. He flipped through a few pages of notes and nodded: “It’s good if you know that you’re inadequate, and you’re willing to go ahead and learn. You just remember so meticulously, you’re afraid that you should only concentrate on copying. , I missed what should be considered, and lost the original meaning of being able to speak."

Cui Xie kept saying yes.

Fei Chu put down the notes and said mildly: "If you don't understand something, just ask the teaching assistant in this school, or I can find me when I am there. You don't need to be cautious. You can borrow the books you don't have at home in Yiluntang. If you want to learn, you should read a few more books. Don't let you down at this age."

He tossed his sleeves and left freely. The young student behind him stopped to look at Cui Xie more, but never spoke, but arched his hand at him, hurriedly caught up with Fei Xu, and left the lecture hall.