Just half a day after the notice was posted at the dealer's door, the news spread throughout the streets and alleys of the state capital. Not only the major restaurants and restaurants, but also ordinary people could not help but make small calculations in private.
To be able to live in the state capital, one must have some basic foundation at home. Either there is land in the countryside, or there is someone working in the family. Even worse, just transporting and unloading goods, one can earn a few taels of silver a year.
These fifty taels, to say the least, are not a huge amount of money that is out of reach. Even if one household cannot afford it, several relatives can still make it together. mqqxsnew
That's why the dealer's notice made the people in the entire state excited.
According to the notice, trading will only open in three days, and there are only twenty places, so people have already been queuing up since the day before.
When Zhuang Keqing opened the door that day, he saw more than twenty people waiting outside, maybe even fifty people.
"Boss Zhuang, I live far away, so I got the news late. Even though I rushed here quickly, I didn't even make it to the top twenty in line. Can you give me a spot?"
One person hugged the cloth bag tightly in his arms, covered in dust, and it seemed that what he said was true.
Zhuang Keqing pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, everyone. Although this notice says that you can buy my prescription for fifty taels, you still need to agree to one condition and sign a contract."
"What conditions?!"
Everyone lining up outside suddenly panicked.
What does the boss of this village mean? In addition to these fifty taels, there are other conditions. I'm afraid he doesn't really want to sell the goods. Could he be thinking of ways to increase the price later?
Zhuang Keqing smiled and did not answer. Instead, he invited the uncle who was first in line to enter the store.
The man was a bit reserved, with a sallow complexion and big rough hands. He looked like he was used to hard work.
As soon as he entered the shop, he saw a square table in the center, complete with pens, inks, paper and inkstones. On one side of the table, there was a handsome scholar who only appeared in dramas.
It's not quite right to say he was handsome. The scholar's eyes were cold and he didn't speak. He just sat quietly, which made him afraid to come closer.
"Uncle, don't be cautious, I will tell you about this contract."
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It seems that countless tofu shops have opened in Qinjinzhou Prefecture overnight. Although this one is named Zhang Ji and that one is named Lu, the taste is surprisingly the same. It is exactly the same as the previous tofu shop in Tianshui Lane. Even the single order
The prices of the goods remained unchanged.
As soon as the people inquired about it, they found out that although Zhuang's Tofu Shop sold the recipe for fifty taels, they had signed a contract with the buyer, stipulating that the price of the tofu would not change, otherwise, they would have to find the big boss according to the contract.
The one who calls the shots.
The banker's reputation was instantly pushed to a high level, and the entire state was praising the banker's benevolence and righteousness.
When the shopkeeper of Ruianlou accidentally heard the news, his lungs almost exploded with anger.
"Hmph! This girl is really cunning. This time she made money and gained fame!"
Fifty taels is not much, but there are so many people who want to buy it. If it is sold to ten people, it will be five hundred taels, and if it is sold to twenty people, it will be one thousand taels!
There is no such easy business in this world!
"I'm going to take action as a judge. She won't be able to escape. Who would have thought... ugh!"
Thinking of the fact that he is currently on leave at home, unable to leave the house, and has never even met Master Tongpan once, Feng Xiang is full of resentment and cannot vent his anger.
Her boss couldn't do anything to her, so what could she do as the owner of a small restaurant?
Seriously, just hold it in!
In Jishi Hall, Mr. Yan has resumed the habit of sitting in the clinic every day. After listening to what the people said recently, he also faintly praised Zhuang Keqing for what he did.
"This boy really has the heart to help the world."
"Grandpa, why do you say that?"
Yan Bowen still can't figure it out. If Miss Zhuang really wants to do good deeds, then what if she directly announces the tofu recipe? Why would she sell the recipe and leave others with the excuse of being greedy for money?
"Bowen, you are still too young."
Mr. Yan gently stroked his beard and planned to give his grandson a nod, "As everyone knows, if you give something without paying, it will not be cherished by others."
"Besides, this tofu recipe is the banker's secret recipe. If she doesn't want it, then she has a thousand taels in her pocket, and she can't even ask for ten thousand taels."
Yan Bowen seemed to understand at first, but soon he thought of what the storekeeper of Ruian Lou had done, and he suddenly became enlightened. Not only did he respond immediately to what his grandfather said, but he also turned around and learned these words from Zhuang Keqing.
She was left speechless and embarrassed.
Mr. Yan, you really think highly of me...
But no matter how the people in the state capital promoted Zhuang's benevolence and righteousness, and no matter how the general magistrate sent people to clean up his wife's loan, the Zhuang's courtyard was peaceful until the report from the magistrate of Nanzi County was submitted to the desk of Zhizhou Jugu
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And here, it was already the beginning of the state school competition.
"Today is the big competition, so I'm really a little nervous."
"Why are you so nervous? Only the top five people can be personally taught by the dean. I can't wait for the students in Class C. How can I compare with those in Class A?"
"Hey! Brother Li, you are underestimating yourself. Although we are in Class C, the test this time is not only about economics and policy theory, but also music. Even if we learn arithmetic, no matter how bad we are, there is no reason to compare with our shooting skills.
Those in Class A are bad!"
"Brother Li's words make sense. If we try our best, we may not have no chance. Even if we don't get into the top five, we should at least be able to compete with the people in Class B."
"Silence, the dean and the master are here!"
At this time, the students of the Prefecture School were divided into classes and stood on the square in front of the hall. In front of the hall, the master and the dean came together. They spoke and tried their best, and the competition began.
The first temperament test.
The master of the academy first played a piece of music on the qin, and the students tasted it, and then wrote down their reflections. The top 20 people who ranked in the top 20 were qualified to play the qin. After that, these 20 people would play the designated piece, and the master would grade it.
The rest who have not qualified will be ranked in the order of A and B, with ten people in each group, and their scores will be calculated.
The rules have been set, and just waiting for the master to play the piano, amid the rustling of bamboo leaves, all the scholars either closed their eyes and listened attentively, or stared with bright eyes, holding their breath and concentrating with all their concentration.
Until the sound of the piano sounded, the sound was slow at first, then continued like a gurgling trickle, and when it turned, it was like a waterfall flying, and the waves were rolling in the sea. Until the end of the song, everyone could not come back to their senses for a long time.
"Mountains and flowing water!"
One of the students exclaimed in surprise, causing the master to stroke his beard and smile.
"Of course, what you said is good, but we need to quickly write down our thoughts on this music."
The master reminded him loudly, and all the students woke up from a dream, and started to pick up their pens one after another. After a while, someone was the first to submit it in front of everyone.
The teachers gathered together and quickly browsed the papers they received, and then divided them into two piles on the left and right. After all the students turned in their papers, the selected pile was sent to the dean, who selected the top twenty.
Students who have the opportunity to play the piano.
Shaolun smiled, nodded and twirled his beard from time to time. In just a moment, he decided on the list of the top twenty.
After the list was read out, those who qualified naturally let out a sigh of relief, but not many of those who were dismissed were unhappy. The dean was a famous figure in the dynasty and the teacher of the emperor. How could his judgment be wrong?
"Brother Shen, I don't know what songs I will draw. I hope you and I have learned them."
In the Xuanjia class, Li Shoucheng had just sweated over his ranking at the bottom of the crane. He had not stood there for a few seconds before he began to worry about what song to play in the next session.
But it's no wonder that he is so nervous. Since he was a child, he has only focused on poetry and poetry. What kind of piano music? He only listened to it when others played it during poetry gatherings. If it hadn't been for Pei Wenzheng's guidance in the past three months, he would have Maybe today I will cause a big embarrassment in front of all the teachers and students in the school.
"It doesn't matter, just try your best."
Although Shen Ling didn't squint his eyes, he still replied. Li Shoucheng felt a lot more relaxed with his consolation, which was not a comfort.
That's right, Brother Shen has never touched a piano before. Compared with him, how could he be any worse?