My Brother-in-law is the Prince Chapter 104

  Chapter 104 Your Majesty, We Got Rich

  Actually, Zhang Anshi did not hide at this time.

  With Zhu Yong and Zhang Fu by his side, and Qiu Song, a young explosive expert, he was afraid of who would come.

  At this time, Zhang Anshi had sneakily appeared in a bookstore with a sold out sign.

   Immediately afterwards, a carriage began to pull in a new batch of book stocks.

  Zhang Anshi went in and greeted the owner of the bookstore. The owner really smiled when he saw Zhang Anshi.

   This is his God of Wealth, holding the supply of goods in his hand, as long as he is willing to get the goods to him, the sales in one day can catch up with the sales in a month.

  At this time, Zhang Anshi said: "I think you are a kind-hearted person, and I happen to be a kind-hearted person, so I plan to hold an event with you."

   "Activity?" The owner of the bookstore looked surprised.

   "Book signing! Look, I have invited our members."

   As he spoke, Zhang Anshi pointed to Gu Xingzu who was behind him, and continued: "This is Huiyuan, do you know that, if you come to your bookstore to buy, let him sign it."

  The owner of the bookstore was amazed. To be honest, he admired even Juren, not to mention the majestic Huiyuan Gong standing in front of him.

  The owner said: "It's a shame to be able to work and come here."

  Zhang Anshidao: "Don't be embarrassed, this is for money, and the signature book is all ten taels of silver."

  The boss took a deep breath: "Will you buy it?"

"The book is almost sold out." Zhang Anshi said: "The major bookstores are out of stock, and I am still trying my best to reprint, but... I am afraid that I will not be able to reprint it in a short time. Besides, We also need to supply goods to Jiangnan and Jiangbei, so...at least for the time being, the rest of the goods are sold here."

  The owner said: "What if the buyer refuses to buy a signed book?"

  Zhang Anshi said categorically: "Only sell signed books."

  The boss hesitated. To be honest, it was a bit black-hearted. He was worried that his bookstore would be smashed by scholars.

Zhang Anshi saw his boss's concerns, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Listen to me, if you don't want to, I'll find another house. I'll tell you the truth, don't offend me. I have a bad temper." Well, if you offend me, don't expect me to supply your bookstore in the future."

The owner was taken aback. Now this Anshi stereotyped pen talk is the most popular book at the moment, and the second and third editions may be published in the future. Basically, if Zhang Anshi wants to cut off the goods, it means that no bookstore can even think about it. The capital is messed up, so close the door early and get out.

  The boss quickly apologized and said with a smile: "If you have something to say, say it well, if you have something to say, it's... well, let's do it."

Zhang Anshi fiddled with the bookstore a bit. In fact, he mainly set up a long table, pointed Gu Xingzu to sit behind the table, and asked people to fetch pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and then let people start unloading, and thousands of books were unloaded. down.

  Zhang Anshi gave a few more instructions, but the boss just nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

  Zhang Anshi then said to Gu Xingzu who was sitting behind the table: "Xingzu, I still have something to do as a teacher. You sit here well. If someone comes, you sign it and sell the book to him, you know?"

  Gu Xingzu: "..."

   "Then let's go first, the teacher."

  Gu Xingzu: "..."

  Zhang Anshi raised his leg to leave.

   "Teacher." Gu Xingzu called out suddenly.

  Zhang Anshi stopped: "What's the matter?"

   Gu Xingzu said: "Will someone come to beat me?"

  Zhang Anshi knew that he would ask these words a long time ago, so he cheered up and said: "Don't worry, they are all scholars, and scholars will not beat scholars."

  Gu Xingzu: "..."

  Zhang Anshi said again: "And even if you fight, how much strength can a scholar have? Take another 10,000 steps, and even if there is something good or bad, the teacher will definitely avenge you."

   It seemed that there was no room for rejection at all, so Gu Xingzu could only say: "Oh."

  Zhang Anshi retreated at the speed of light.

   I just didn't expect that before I took two steps, I was stopped by several people in fish suits.

  These people were polite, bowed to Zhang Anshi, and then said: "Cheng Enbo, Your Majesty welcomes you."

  When Zhang Anshi arrived at the tea shop, Zhu Di was still sitting by the window.

  He is holding a book in his hand.

   It cost three taels of silver to buy it, and Zhu Di felt a little distressed.

   Zhu Di looked at the things inside and his head hurt.

  Especially the gameplay in which every page was turned and almost a page was scrapped, which shocked him greatly.

  As for what you want to know about the future, welcome to order, even Zhu Di can't bear it.

   Fortunately, when Zhu Di thought that he didn't seem to be a scholar, his mood changed a little, and he grinned happily.

  Just at this time, Zhu Di turned to the end of the book cover, but found that there was a line of small characters that people usually ignore.

"Yu Yu was lucky enough to have a dream in the first month of the second year of Yongle in Jiashen. In the dream, he saw Confucius. The master said: "My disciples are three thousand. Fang Shiguang is a great Confucianist. The so-called seeker of benevolence is also benevolent. I see that your bones are clear and strange, and you are a material that can be made." Also, I now teach you the technique of stereotyped writing, so that you can teach it everywhere..."

  Zhu Di's eyes straightened.

   To be honest, he was a little skeptical.

  Confucius actually entrusted Zhang Anshi with a dream?

  Based on Zhu Di's behavior towards Zhang Anshi, he probably doesn't believe this nonsense.

   But if you think about it carefully, whoever dares to say that Confucius entrusted himself with a dream in this world is not afraid that the most holy teacher has a spirit in the sky, and a thunderbolt will strike him.

  Speaking of it, there are countless people who rely on dream theory, and those crazy scholars dare to entertain anyone, except Confucius.

  Furthermore, if you don't rely on dreams, where did this Anshi come from such stereotyped writing? This stereotyped pen talk can teach scholars to rush to buy first. Is it really Zhang Anshi who realized it himself?

  Zhu Di was surprised, and saw Zhang Anshi walking towards him excitedly, and when he got to him, he bowed to him politely.

  He raised his head and nodded: "Sit."

  Zhang Anshi took his seat.

  Zhu Di pointed to the book and said: "You have done a good deal, and a book is worth three taels of silver."

  Zhang Anshi smiled wryly and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I can't do anything about it. Your Majesty knows how high the printing cost is."

  Zhu Di sneered: "I only print... such inferior paper, and the cost is also high?"

Zhang Anshi said: "Your Majesty, the problem lies in this inferior paper. To print on such things that are not even as good as straw paper, the skills of ink and engraving are extremely high, and so many copies are printed in a short period of time. The printing workshop added more money. In order to print this book, I, together with the printing workshop, improved several processes. The 80,000 books alone, plus printing, transportation, and profit concessions to the bookstore, cost the minister nearly ten thousand. For the cost of two silver coins, I'm just throwing a pot and selling iron."

  Zhu Di said: "Nearly ten thousand taels of silver, eighty thousand books, three taels a book, isn't it two hundred and forty thousand?"

  Zhang Anshi smiled and said: "Your Majesty made a mistake."

  Zhu Di looked at him puzzled: "Huh?"

  Zhang Anshidao: "There are still thousands of books in the future. I don't plan to sell them all. In order to make everyone feel happy in Huiyuan, I plan to let Huiyuan sign and sell books, one for ten taels."

  Zhu Di: "..."

  Zhu Di was stunned for a long time before uttering a sentence: "Then isn't this robbery?"

Zhang Anshidao: "What I sell is books, knowledge, and knowledge. There is a golden house in the book, and Yan Ruyu is in the book. With this little money, I sold the golden house and Yan Ruyu to scholars. It's doing good."

  Zhu Di: "..."

Zhang Anshi continued excitedly: "I'm planning to reprint it now. I didn't expect this book to be so popular. It can be seen that my Ming Dynasty's literary style is at its peak, and the soldiers and civilians are thirsty for knowledge. This is all because of your Majesty's literary and martial arts. I want to take advantage of the spring of the coming year to try to break through the sales volume to 300,000, and I think it can be done."

  After hearing this, Zhu Di couldn't help being excited: "Is spring coming next year?"

Zhang Anshi immediately said: "Yes, in the spring of next year, the rural examination will be held. After the rural examination, there will be the provincial examination and the county examination for boys. I think carefully, the second edition should be sold in the courtyard. It went on sale about half a month ago."

"At this time, it happens that the exam is not far away, and everyone has to rush to review their homework. If someone thinks of crooked thoughts and copies other people's books, it will definitely be too late. Therefore, I predict that in order to get the second edition of the book as soon as possible, everyone can only If you rush to hold the first edition, you will lose the qualification to snap up."

  Zhu Di took a breath: "How much do you want to earn for this second edition?"

  Zhang Anshi said aggrievedly: "Your Majesty, knowledge is priceless."

  Zhu Di's heart was burning: "This business... belongs to your family?"

  Zhang Anshi said: "It belongs to our firm, let's make a fortune together."

  Zhu Di originally wanted to scold him for having his conscience eaten by a dog, so he would lose face for money.

  Hearing this, he suddenly became energetic and his eyes lit up.

The tiger's body shook, and he said: "This is a lucrative business, but you are right. After thinking about it, isn't it natural for a scholar to buy a book? Your book... um... except for the inferior paper, the writing is also not good enough. It's a little less, but it's all insight, and those scholars who bought it, even if they enlightened them, will benefit infinitely, how can it be measured by a mere few taels of silver.”

  Zhang Anshi smiled cheerfully and said, "Your Majesty's praise."

  Zhu Di said: "Hey, if I knew this, you can order a higher price, five taels of silver is the best."

  Zhang Anshi expressed emotion in his heart, but hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, I have a kind heart, and I don't see scholars paying more money."

   "Forget it." Zhu Di said: "I'm just talking casually, and I don't understand the affairs of scholars."

  While talking, someone on the street outside howled: "This An Shi is shameless, he pretended to be Confucian sage entrusted him with a dream, what a sage the most holy teacher is, he also has the face to say it, it is really disgusting."

  So many people scolded again: "Insulting the sages deserves death."

   "I am sworn to death with Zhang Thief."

  Zhang Anshi blinked, a little aggrieved.

  Zhu Di didn't say anything, just smiled.

In fact, this is also understandable. People's feelings are different. People's scholars really spent money, and they were held on their heads by Zhang Anshi, a Kong sage, and their most holy teachers were all taken out by this kid. As a tool to increase sales.

   But for Zhu Di, it was different. What he thought was that Zhang Anshi really didn't want to lose face in order to earn money for me.

  Thinking about it this way, the feeling is of course very different.

  Zhu Di pointed to the back of the book cover: "The saint really entrusted you with a dream?"

   "I seem to have done it before." Zhang Anshi said: "After having this dream, my brain seems to have opened up, but... I can't remember the specific details."

  The awesome thing about this thing is that he has no way to prove the falsification. If you bite to death, it is a dream. What can others do to you.

  Of course, the vast majority of people definitely don't believe it, but there will always be people who believe it.

  As long as someone believes in it, there will be more room for manipulation in the future.

Zhang Anshi respects the most holy teachers, but he really doesn't like the rotten Confucians of later generations. These people monopolize knowledge and use knowledge as a stepping stone to prosperity and wealth. He looks noble, but as for the sage Confucius in their mouth, he is actually just their signboard. If Confucius knows, and knows that someone behind him is doing these things with his signboard, I'm afraid the coffin board will not be able to hold him down.

  Since they can use the sage Kong as a signboard, and the sage Kong has not registered a trademark, why can't I, Zhang Anshi?

  Allow you to pluck the sage's wool, but I, Zhang Anshi, can't pluck it?

   Talking...

   But I saw a few people in the seat next door whispering.

When Zhu Di and Zhang Anshi were silent, they heard two tea drinkers discussing in low voice: "That Zhang Anshi is really amazing, he actually taught a Huiyuan, and now... his book is really sold out, I don't know how much he can earn .”

  Another person said: "This person is really out of money's eyes. I also heard that he was extremely ruthless at Qixia's place. He harmed the people and killed people like hemp..."

   "Shh, be careful with your words."

   Zhu Di frowned slightly after listening.

  Zhang Anshi said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, these people are telling stories and making troubles..."

  Zhu Di was silent for a moment, nodded reluctantly, and said: "Sometimes, don't act frivolously. When Emperor Gaozu was here, he repeatedly advocated the people's fat and the people's anointing. These people are your parents. You must remember it in the future."

   Saying that, Zhu Di stood up, it was getting late, and he had to rush back.

  The matter of entrusting dreams is the most scolded by scholars.

  The so-called respect ghosts and gods and keep a distance, scholars will not be fooled by Zhang Anshi.

  However... It is inevitable that some people are thinking, Zhang An Shi has analyzed stereotyped writing so thoroughly, how can this scum-like character be so proficient in stereotyped writing?

   This obviously doesn't make sense, could it be that there is really a connection between heaven and man?

  Zhang Anshi didn't pay attention to so much, they could think whatever they wanted, but at this time, Zhang Anshi was called by Hu Yan of the Imperial College to offer wine.

  Seeing Zhang Anshi, Hu Yan immediately said with a stern face: "In the past few days, many people want to study in Guozi School, and they specified that they want to enter Justice Hall."

  Zhang Anshi calmly said: "Mr. Hu has always cared and loved me..."

  Hu Yan said with a cold face: "We are talking about business."

  Zhang Anshi said: "The lower officials think that the so-called three thousand disciples of Confucius, there are no distinctions."

  Hu Yan's beard trembled wildly, and he worked hard to calm himself down: “That's the sage Confucius, do you want to be a sage too?”

  Zhang Anshidao: "I have always wanted to be like the most holy teacher."

  Hu Yan: "..."

  Hu Yan discovered that when talking to Zhang Anshi, you must not have any emotions. Once you have emotions, you will admit defeat.

  So, he took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and said: "It's just... the old man is thinking... this is inappropriate."

   "Not right?"

  Hu Yan said: "All the schools in the Imperial College have a rigorous style of study. Most of the students who want to enroll this time are shady students..."

  The so-called yin students are actually the sons of ministers and officials, and most of these people are not very successful.

  Hu Yan paused, and then said: "I'm afraid that so many people will come all at once, and the style of study will be ruined."

   "Mr. Hu can do whatever he wants." Zhang Anshi didn't care about it: "Actually, I don't really want to be a doctor. Teaching and educating people is too tiring. Now I am more focused on writing books and speaking."

  Hu Yan: "..."

  Hu Yan almost broke his defenses. Among scholars, writing a book is a very sacred thing, but it is obviously more like a business when Zhang Anshi talks about it.

  Hu Yan took a deep breath, and said patiently: "The old man thought about it, and this matter should be reported to the court, and I implore His Majesty to order it. Dr. Zhang, the old man came to ask you, what happened to your saint's dream?"

   "I don't know either. Anyway, I just had a dream. I also feel very strange. Why did I dream of Confucius? Maybe... maybe it's because I think about it every day and dream about it at night, maybe I can't take it seriously."

  Hu Yan said: "Since it is a dream, why should it be advertised so that people all over the world will stare at it?"

  Zhang Anshidao: "I had a dream, so I wrote it down. It seems that there is nothing wrong with it."

  At this time, Hu Yan took a deep look at Zhang Anshi, and then he sighed. To some extent, he suddenly found that he admired Zhang Anshi very much.

  This guy...is very capable, but...he always feels that Zhang Anshi's moral level is not very high.

Ever since, Hu Yan picked up the teacup and sighed: "You are the prince's wife and brother, you must be cautious in your words and deeds, Muxiu will be destroyed by the forest wind, you know, once you teach people to stare at you, there will be no good results for you eat."

  Zhang Anshi just said: "I have been taught."

  He could feel Hu Yan's awkwardness. On the one hand, it was annoying, so don't come here.

   On the other hand, there are some faint reminders and love from teachers or seniors to juniors.

Seeing that Zhang Anshi's answer was not salty, Hu Yan continued: "You are from a foreign relative, and His Majesty seems to have a lot of trust in you. The more you are at this time, the more you have to walk on thin ice. You may not take scholars seriously, but Zhang Anshi Ah, think about it, ever since there were scholars..."

He paused for a moment, as if he felt that there might be some taboos behind the words, and after careful consideration, he said tactfully: "Since there are scholars, artifacts have been easier. For thousands of years, I don't know how many people become kings and how many people become emperors. A scholar... or a scholar..."

Hu Yan sighed: "I shouldn't have said these things to you, but I just wanted to tell you that the aristocratic clan in Tang and Song Dynasties can continue to this day and there are still clan leaders, but can there be any honorable officials? Zhang Anshi, you are still young. Some things are not as simple as they appear on the surface."

  Zhang Anshi thought for a while: "But aren't students scholars?"

  Hu Yan laughed, and then said: "Okay, okay, I have a lot of headaches, I don't have time to mess with you here, you have to think about it yourself."

  Zhang Anshi withdrew angrily.

  However, he is not convinced by Hu Yan's words.

  What is family continuation? Doesn't the so-called family continuation mean whoever becomes the emperor and I kneel down? What's there to brag about?

  Just at this time, there is a big discussion between the DPRK and China.

  Hundreds of officials met, and the discussion was about Guozixue.

  In the past, in the Guozi School, Yin students rarely came to the school, and some people only pretended to be a student supervisor, but now... because of Gu Xingzu, many people forcibly rushed in.

   Hu Yan played, saying that the Guozijian was unable to accommodate so many shady students.

   This is the most dumbfounding thing, because no one would have thought that it would be Zhang Anshi, who was the least like a doctor, who would make the Imperial Academy ever bigger and bring the Imperial Academy back to the prosperity of Emperor Taizu Gao.

  Around this point, all the officials almost overwhelmingly believed that it was inappropriate.

  Zhu Di just kept a cold face and said nothing.

  No one knows His Majesty's intentions, but there is one thing, all the officials are like a mirror, and they cannot allow the Hall of Justice to expand. If not, it seems that there will be some unpredictable results.

   Unpredictability is something that almost all people in high positions don't like to see.

  They like to follow steps, like rules, and like to make conventions. Only in this way can their position be stabilized.

  Zhu Di just got bored of listening.

  Zhu Gaochi sat on the lower side, frowning, and his mind was already drifting away. If the father and emperor's boredom came from the hundreds of officials talking about it, it was just a matter of opinion.

  But Zhu Gaochi can understand the implication behind many quotations.

  The most violent opponents are often low-ranking Hanlin officials and speech officials. They are low-ranking and young, and it is time to increase their reputation.

   While the disputes were endless, suddenly, Yishiha walked into the hall, Zhu Di saw Yishiha, understood something in his heart, and nodded towards Yishiha.

  Yi Shiha then walked to the front of the imperial court, took out a memorial, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Zhang Anshi has a memorial, and this servant feels urgent...so I made my own decision..."

  Zhu Di nodded, took the memorial, opened it, and then looked around at the officials. After a short silence, Zhu Di said: "You don't need to argue."

  Hundred officials suddenly fell silent.

  Zhu Di said: "Zhang Anshi, please let me dismiss his doctorate position. He said that when he was growing up, his energy was limited and he could not take on the doctorate position..."

  As soon as this remark came out, all the officials were in an uproar, and everyone's eyes were astonished.

  Zhu Di smiled and said: "Zhu Qing is afraid that he won't be able to become a doctor, but Zhang Anshi has such an indifferent heart. Compared with Zhu Qing, isn't it ridiculous?"

  The irony of this statement is very strong.

   "Can teach a Ph.D. out of Huiyuan, Zhu Qing can't tolerate it, but they all say how he has broken the style of study. What's the reason?"

  Zhu Di finished speaking and walked away.

  The officials who stayed in the hall were dumbfounded.

  They didn't expect Zhang Anshi to turn back suddenly.

   Especially Xie Jin, Xie Jin is a very smart person, he is very aware of the terrible consequences of Zhang Anshi's stereotyped writing.

  The scholars in Jiangxi, or in other words, the scholars in the whole of the south, are able to take the lead because of their family background.

  Because the wars have been less affected in the past few hundred years, and in a relatively stable situation, they often have a greater advantage in reading than others.

But once this thing is spread, the next imperial examination, who will be in the next imperial examination, will not be known, and everyone will learn the stereotyped writing, and Zhang Anshi will teach apprentices in the Imperial College in the name of a doctor. foundation.

  Shlin is composed of a group of talented scholars, obviously it should not be filled with a group of people who take shortcuts.

   Seeing Zhu Di leave in a huff, all the officials dispersed.

   Zhu Gaochi was very angry, and walked out of the hall angrily, but Xie Jin chased him out, and said in a low voice, "His Royal Highness."

  Zhu Gaochi said: "Master Xie wants to harm An Shi?"

  Xie Jin said: "His Royal Highness, I am here to protect him."

  Zhu Gaochi's face became even colder: "He has talent and learning, which is something to be happy about."

  Xie Jindao: "Because of this, you can't let it go. Your Highness..."

Xie Jin lowered his voice, and continued: "Your Highness, don't forget that the King of Han has never given up. If he wants to become the crown prince, he must start with the people around His Highness. What's more, I'm afraid His Highness will be affected by then."

  This is Xie Jin's long-standing rhetoric. He used the threat of the King of Han to the prince and tried his best to protect the prince.

   But in fact, there has always been a question here, that is, can the king of Han really threaten the prince?

Historically, Xie Jin was executed. I am afraid that the essence is not that Zhu Di thought that Xie Jin alienated his two sons, because it was a matter of course for the courtiers to support the prince, especially when Zhu Di decided to execute Xie Jin. Very solid now.

   After a hundred years, I will leave a loyal supporter for my heir. With Zhu Di's political wisdom, he will never do anything to kill Xie Jin.

  The only possibility is that Xie Jin's role in it is not to support the prince at all.

   Instead, they continued to exaggerate the horror of Hanwang, and carried out mental PUA on Zhu Gaochi, who was physically disabled and obese at the time.

  After exaggerating this horror, a group of people headed by Xie Jin appeared again in the name of the savior and attacked the mighty King of Han in the void, showing the huge influence he had on the fight for the reserve.

   Throughout the dynasties, the greatest contribution is not necessarily the sealing of the wolf, but the contribution of the dragon!

   You have won the throne for the emperor. Is there any greater credit than this?

  The shrewdness shown by Xie Jin, if it is exchanged in front of other emperors of the Ming Dynasty, there is a great chance of success, and the benefits are also great.

   Unfortunately, he met one of the three emperors of the Ming Dynasty who could not be messed with. Zhu Di obviously sensed that Jie Jin was too enthusiastic about it, and quickly had an insight into everything, so...he chose to kill him without hesitation.

  As for the other two emperors who couldn't play tricks in front of them, their ranks were much higher than Zhu Di's. One is Emperor Taizu Gao! The other one is the famous Jiajing Emperor Zhu Houcong.

  Zhu Gaochi heard Jin's words, but he didn't show gratitude and respect as before.

   Instead, he said coldly: "Hmph, this is what my family said."

   As he spoke, he limped away.

   Xie Jin was left behind, but he showed a look of disappointment.

  He stared at Zhu Gaochi's back, without much expression on his face, but the eyes were interesting.

  Xie Jin has figured out Zhu Gaochi's mind. The prince was furious today, and after a few days he said a few soft words, and naturally he would be submissive.

  (end of this chapter)

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