Royal Palace.

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

"Since it's Hu Fei, there's nothing strange about it. Just drive on. There's nothing to make a fuss about."

"By the way, haven't I ordered you to suspend the supervision of Hu Fei?"

Zhu Yuanzhang first waved his hand, then frowned and asked.

"Your Majesty, I have not monitored him, because the Hanlin Pavilion has become famous in the capital less than half a day after it was newly opened. It is because Hu Fei opened the bookstore just to sell calligraphy, and each calligraphy costs one hundred taels of silver.

, it was sold out in less than half a day.”

Mao Xiang cupped his hands and hurriedly explained.

"One hundred taels?! Only one hundred taels?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened and he asked in surprise.

"Yes, it is said that a total of fifty pieces were sold, totaling five thousand taels."

Mao Xiang nodded and said.

After listening to Mao Xiang's words, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but frowned, feeling very unhappy.

Last time for Hu Fei's poem, he had spent a thousand taels and a hundred pieces of brocade to get it from Zhu Tong, but he didn't expect that Hu Fei would directly open a bookstore to sell calligraphy, and there was only one.

One hundred taels.

One thousand taels can buy ten pieces!

"His Majesty?"

Mao Xiang raised his head and glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang with hesitation on his face.

"Get down!"

Zhu Yuanzhang said with a serious face, rubbed his forehead and leaned on the couch.

Mao Xiang was stunned for a moment, but when he saw Zhu Yuanzhang's expression was not good, he did not dare to say anything more, and after bowing, he slowly withdrew.

Originally, he wanted to use Hu Fei's public selling of letters to give Hu Fei'an something to humiliate the sage, but he did not expect that it would be in vain.

"Pang Yuhai, do you think that if I return the original painting to Zhu Tong now, will I be able to get back the one thousand taels of silver?"

Zhu Yuanzhang asked while rubbing his forehead.

"Your Majesty, this..."

Pang Yuhai had a sad face and didn't know how to answer.

"That's all."

"This bastard Hu Fei, if I had known he was going to open a bookstore to sell calligraphy, why would I have to pay such a high price!"

Before Pang Yuhai finished speaking, Dean Zhu waved his hands and said.

As the king of a country, he is not short of money, but even so, he does not want to do a loss-making business, but facts have proven that he has already lost money.

...

Early the next morning.

The whole capital suddenly became lively. In the streets and alleys, there were suddenly many half-year-old children, carrying cloth bags on their backs, running in the streets and alleys, holding a stack of papers and shouting.

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers!"

"Hanlin Daily, Hanlin Daily! Five cents a copy!"

"Knowing all the major and minor events in the capital, and there are also serialized stories for you to read!"

Listening to the shouts that suddenly echoed in the streets and alleys, pedestrians passing by and people still at home came forward one after another, stopped the half-grown children, and bought a portion each out of curiosity.

"Hey, it said that Hong Binlou has launched a new dish today. I want to try it!"

"Ah? Yesterday, someone in the tailor shop on West Street actually dared to carve dragon claws on his clothes?! He has been arrested by the Capital Police Department and sent to jail!"

"And more! Look at the back, there is really a note book here!"

"Liao Zhai!?"

Suddenly, the streets and alleys of the entire capital city were filled with discussions and excitement.

This incident quickly spread throughout the capital city, setting off a wave of newspaper reading.

At this time, in the Hanlin Pavilion, Hu Fei moved a chair and placed it in the middle of the backyard, closing his eyes to relax while basking in the sun.

From time to time, shouts from the street would be heard in his ears. Listening to these shouts, the smile on Hu Fei's lips never stopped, as if he had opened his pocket and the white money was flowing in continuously.

"Master."

At this moment, Spring Butterfly and Autumn Oriole walked quickly from the front.

"how?"

Hu Fei asked with a smile, his eyes still closed.

"In less than an hour, most of them have been sold, and they are almost sold out."

Chundie bowed and said respectfully.

After hearing Chundie's answer, the smile on Hu Fei's lips became more obvious.

He expected it would be smooth, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth.

When he decided to use Hanlinxuan to invent the newspaper, he was not completely sure, but now it seems that he has found the right way again.

"Master, how did you come up with this idea? Where do all these fantastic ideas come from?"

Qiuli looked at Hu Fei and asked with admiration.

"The God of Wealth gave me a dream and told me how to make money."

Hu Fei explained with a smile.

He did not set a high price this time, in order to make it affordable for everyone in the capital, from the princes and nobles to the common people. If everything goes well, Hanlin Daily will be like the capital.

The small noodles are the same as the long-sheng hot pot, and they are sold all day long.

The water flows slowly, and accumulates over time.

In less than half a day, the first batch of Hanlin Daily has been sold out. Many people who didn't buy it went to Hanlin Xuan to buy it. However, the reply they got was that it was sold out today. If you want to buy it, you can order in advance.

, will be delivered to your door after it is printed out tomorrow.

As a result, most of the people in the capital city rushed to Hanlin Pavilion to pay the deposit. Dong Yan counted the money until he was too busy.

On the other side, Hu Fei has ordered Lao Zhong to hurry up and print as many copies as he can.

Mu Ping specially selected a few people to collect anecdotes from the streets every day.

In addition, he also placed an investment advertisement in the newspaper. Anyone who wants to promote his shop can come to Hanlinxuan for an interview.

As for the so-called storybook titled "Liao Zhai", it was actually written by Hu Fei who recorded the novel he had read from memory and added his own adaptation.

It was originally written to make up space, but unexpectedly it became a hit and became a must-read fairy tale for everyone every day.

He replaced all the content describing the darkness of feudal rule and the decay of the imperial examination system with those describing the Yuan Dynasty. The rest is a romantic love story between humans and demons, humans and ghosts.

Most of the men and women in the story are not afraid of feudal ethics and bravely pursue free love. They also criticize the devastation caused by the bad imperial examination system to scholars. They also propose that the court should not oppress the people, but should regard the people as heaven, emphasizing that when the people are strong, the country will prosper.

...

East Palace.

In the backyard pavilion, Prince Zhu Biao was playing chess with South Korean Duke Li Shanchang as usual.

The sound of footsteps was heard, and the guard commander Xiao Qi walked over quickly.

"Reporting to His Highness the Crown Prince, Zhu Tong, the envoy of the Wenxian Pavilion, would like to see you."

Xiao Qi bowed and said respectfully.

"Oh? Why is he here?"

"Let him come over."

Zhu Biao hesitated for a moment, then dropped a piece and spoke slowly.

Xiao Qi took the order and left.

After a while, Zhu Tong quickly arrived outside the pavilion.

"Weak minister Zhu Tong, please see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"I met the Korean father."

Zhu Tong saluted Zhu Biao and Li Shanchang respectively.

"Zhu Qing, why are you here? Is something wrong?"

Zhu Biao turned to look at Zhu Tong and asked slowly, his attention falling on the anxious chessboard again.

"Reporting to Your Highness, Your Highness, I wonder if Your Highness has heard that Mr. Hu Fei and Mr. Hu have opened a new bookstore called Hanlinxuan?"
To be continued...