Ruo'er is Liu Ding's nickname, and this is the first time the old emperor has called Liu Ding this way.
"Chen Mu is indeed capable. If I give him some time, he can still be conquered."
The old emperor sighed, how could he not know Chen Mu's original intention of writing this poem? No one knew what was hidden behind such a sincere poem.
"Forget it, I will go see him personally. If this person really only has a heart of being a servant, then he will be recruited into the palace. If he is rebellious, remember... don't use him in this life."
It was almost dusk that day.
Chen Mu and Chen Mu stayed in the Wei Mansion for the time being, and everything had to wait until tomorrow to officially start. With nothing to do, they simply started writing the follow-up part of "In the Snow".
Just before he started writing, Chen Mu suddenly discovered that there was another head sticking out of the gate of the courtyard, constantly looking at him.
"Who?"
With that sound, Chen Mu ran straight towards the door.
As soon as the man drew back his body, he was about to run away, but before he could take two steps, he heard the man fall to the ground with a pop.
When Chen Mu walked out of the courtyard, he realized that it was not an assassin, but a servant dressed as a maid. He hit the ground head first, and blood was already flowing out from the wound.
Seeing this, Chen Mu stepped forward and picked him up with one hand, and then hurried back to the courtyard.
"You girl, why were you running so hard just now? You have to suffer a lot, otherwise you will have to leave a scar."
"I like your writings very much, so I came to see you."
The content of the words is secondary. What Chen Mu is more concerned about right now is the accent of this woman. She seems to be... Japanese!
"Are you from Japan?"
The little girl nodded: "I... was sold here as a singing prostitute in Tianxiang Tower, and now I am working as a maid in Wei Mansion."
Upon hearing this explanation, Chen Mu immediately understood that now that the two countries of Japan, Longxia, and Xia were doing business, in addition to buying and selling goods, they also traded people with each other.
Especially in the capital, there are many geishas from Japan.
After Chen Mu wiped the girl's wound clean, Wei Qinghong suddenly came at this moment.
Seeing the two of them, he was slightly stunned for a moment, and then he smiled and said: "Kawako is a geisha from Japan. Her ventriloquism is even good. If you have nothing to do, sir, why don't you try it out."
"Bloody skills?" Chen Mu blushed slightly as he looked at the innocent-looking and pretty woman in front of him.
"It's broad daylight...it's not very good, right?"
Although I didn't know what Chen Mu meant, he still responded immediately: "It doesn't matter during the day."
At Wei Qinghong's suggestion, the girl named Kawako took out the shakuhachi that had been left behind her.
Seeing this, Chen Mu tied up his belt again in embarrassment. The shakuhachi is a flute, which is a musical instrument.
Although this thing came from Long Xia, along with the sounds of desolation, it has to be said that it was carried forward by this group of Japanese people.
"How do you feel, sir?"
"Compared to the music in the Central Plains, it is quite unique."
Wei Qinghong smiled faintly: "Haha, I see you didn't even bring a maid with you when you came to Chang'an, so let her serve you. I know that Chuanzi has also admired Mr. Poetry for a long time."
"This...then thank you Zhennan Gong for your kindness."
It's not that Chen Muchen is greedy for beauty. Now that the bookstore is about to be opened, it is impossible for him to show up in his own capacity, so he really needs a woman to take care of it.
After chatting with Chen Muxi for a few words, Wei Qinghong left in a hurry because another guest came to the door.
When it got dark, after Chen Mu had dinner, he carried a lamp and walked towards the bedroom.
Early the next morning, Chen Mu took people to the shop he had chosen yesterday.
This location is located in the Yuxi Road area of Chang'an City, which is the center of the entire Chang'an City. Chang'an is full of rich areas, and Yuxi Road is just a rich area among the rich areas.
The monthly rent alone is a scary amount of money.
"Hang the plaque higher..."
"Bowen, go buy some decorations. What do you want to buy? You don't want the best, but the most expensive!"
The shop we rented this time was very large, with an area of about 300 square meters at least. In Chang'an, a place where wealthy families are entrenched, the decoration must be luxurious and be able to impress the place.
As for the price of books, Chen Mu directly raised the price from dozens of pennies to one tael of silver. People living around Yuxi Road were all wealthy families, and one tael of silver was just a drop in the bucket.
Furthermore, among the goods that Chen Mu brought, in addition to these books, there were also jars of fine wine and volumes of good words and paintings. The venue must be magnificent.
Chen Mu was not afraid that these things would not be sold at a high price, but he knew that the picture of Jialing he drew along the river has now amazed the entire upper class of Chang'an.
After listening to Huo Quxie's words, the civil servants were obsessed with the pen and ink paintings, while the generals were obsessed with the jar of wine.
Wei Qinghong, an old man, divided the wine into five small jars and sold it to his military commander friends for more than two thousand taels of gold. After all, the wine was too rare. It can be seen that besides Wei Qinghong's, the emperor also had one jar.
The imperial court has always been the beacon for Long Xia's upper class trends, and his reputation for poetry, painting, and wine has spread smoothly in the capital. With just a little bit of work, he can definitely earn him a lot of money.
By the time it was getting dark, the first Sanwu Geng bookstore in the capital was almost completed, and the tens of thousands of books were already neatly displayed, just waiting to open tomorrow.
"Kawako likes the prince's works very much. I heard that you also painted a map of mountains and rivers for His Majesty. Your talent is unparalleled in the world."
Chen Mu smiled and said, "Maybe it's just a casual meal."
"The prince is so humble. This can only be attributed to the vast land and abundant resources of Long Xia. Like in Japan, there has never been a genius like the prince who can kill enemies when mounted and send poems when dismounted."
Chen Mu smiled and joked: "Doesn't your Emperor Oda Guishuo count?"
As soon as he said this, it seemed that he had touched upon a sensitive topic. Kawako just smiled and said nothing.
By the early morning of the next day, the streets were already crowded with people.
With the sound of a gong, it instantly attracted the attention of people passing by.
When the red cloth covering the plaque was pulled away, the words "Wu Gen Shu Shop" were instantly visible to everyone.
The name of this shop has long been spread in Chang'an, but these people still doubt whether it was another impostor.
After all, in the past, many people who were just trying to do something on the sidelines were confiscated by the government.
But soon, as the one-foot banner was pasted, all the people present became excited.
I saw a few big words written on it - for sale in the snow, one or two copies, only 10,000 copies sold.
After only a moment of stasis, many people crowded into the shop.
"I...I want one!"
"Get me a copy!"
The shop was instantly overcrowded, and these people didn't care whether it was pirated or not, as long as there was something available, it would be fine.
The book "In the Snow" stacked on the bookshelf was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the several large boxes placed at the front desk were quickly filled as ingots of silver fell.
I'm afraid I can buy all these 10,000 copies of "In the Snow" in one day.
Ten thousand taels of silver a day. I have to say that the people here in the imperial capital have really strong purchasing power!