"The jade trees are facing the wind...the charming people...well...the flowers see the flowers..."
"wrong."
"Yushu Linfeng is a charming and suave man. He is loved by everyone and loves to see flowers. He is the most respected Mr. Xia when he drives and has a flat tire." After Mr. Wu finished speaking, he felt as if he had eaten shit.
Xia Shang shook his head: "The word 'most' is missing."
"you!"
"But I miss you sincerely, so I don't have the same understanding as you."
Mr. Wu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his crooked face looked even more funny.
Qian Qian stood far away, inexplicably wanting to laugh. This was the first time she had seen someone make the crooked Wu feel so uncomfortable.
"Now that I'm screaming, you should find a way to raise money, right? The boss will give you seven days. If you don't raise enough, you will die. It doesn't matter if you die, but don't make me suffer."
Xia Shang yawned: "I am a little sleepy now and want to take a nap first."
"What are you going to do?"
"Your Majesty is not in a hurry and eunuchs are in a hurry. I have my own plan. Please bring some paper and pen, and more. I will help you get five hundred thousand taels of silver tomorrow."
Mr. Wu felt that this was inappropriate, but Xia Shang went to bed and paid no attention to anything he said.
With no choice, Mr. Wu had no choice but to leave, leaving enough pen and paper on the table, secretly cursing this man for not even having the slightest awareness of being a prisoner.
Xia Shang was indeed a little tired, so he fell asleep after Mr. Wu left.
When I woke up again, it was already after the third watch. There was only a wick in the light in the thatched house. Qian Qian was lying on the table and sleeping very uncomfortably. Her beautiful eyebrows were lightly wrinkled and her little mouth was mumbling as if she was talking in her sleep.
Xia Shang smiled, stood up, carefully picked up the girl, and gently placed her on the bed. Then he went to the table, picked up a pen and paper, and began to concentrate on writing.
A night of silence.
Mr. Wu came to the thatched cottage early again and asked Xia Shang where the money came from.
Xia Shang pointed to the scroll on the table.
Mr. Wu smiled knowingly and thought it was a letter written by him asking his family to raise money to redeem him. He went over to the table to take a look with satisfaction.
Then he frowned slightly, twirled his beard and muttered: "You have too many books, right? More than a dozen pieces of paper."
Xia Shang did not explain, but simply said: "Is there anyone in the village who can write?"
Mr. Wu: "What?"
"Copy the book."
"What?"
"Just do as I say, and there will be five hundred thousand taels of silver in front of you. Otherwise, if you don't get the money within seven days, it will be your problem."
Mr. Wu frowned: "Kid, don't play tricks. Let me see what's written inside first."
After that, Mr. Wu turned his attention to the words written by Xia Shang.
[It is said that after Baoyu had finished offering sacrifices to Qingwen, he was startled when he heard someone's voice in the shadow of the flowers. He walked out and took a closer look, and it was none other than Lin Daiyu. She was smiling and said in her mouth: "What a novel memorial text! It can be compared with Cao E's monument."
And passed it on." Baoyu blushed after hearing this...]
Where did the jade come from?
Where did Daiyu come from?
Mr. Wu glanced at Xia Shang, confused, and asked, "What is this?"
"What do you care about him? As long as he can make money! But is there anyone who can write?"
"Yes, there are, but there are few people."
"Ask someone to copy this a hundred times, even less than once."
Mr. Wu was puzzled, but had no choice but to follow Xia Shang's instructions and find eight people in total who had written from Zhonghui.
Then these people set up tables, chairs and pens outside the thatched house and started copying according to the manuscript given by Xia Shang.
The news quickly spread throughout the village, and many people were talking about it, saying it was the first time they had seen such a weird meat ticket. Some people thought he was playing tricks, but what could a few pieces of paper and a few words do?
Even the chief master took a few glances at Xia Shang's manuscript. Unfortunately, the chief master was born with a disdain for pen and ink. He had a splitting headache when he saw the words. He didn't see the famous story, so he threw it aside and continued to order.
Spring and Autumn can do whatever they want, as long as the money comes in seven days.
What everyone copied was none other than Chapter 79 of "Dream of Red Mansions".
It was not easy for eight people to copy it a hundred times. It took two days.
Xia Shang was quite happy these two days. He told Qian Qian the story of "Dream of Red Mansions" every day, and was served by the good wine and meat from Shuizhai.
After copying them a hundred times, Xia and Shang checked them one by one. He only regretted that these people's calligraphy was extremely poor and they would inevitably be ridiculed by Xia and Shang.
Today, Mr. Wu was counting with Xia Shang. His face turned red with embarrassment when he saw his brother's handwriting. It was really ugly.
"Although it looks a bit ugly, I'm still ready for you after all. Three days have passed since the seven-day period. You must give me an explanation, right?"
"How long does it take to get to Changzhou?"
"Half a day."
"How long does it take to get to Suzhou?"
"Three days"
"I still need to revise these manuscripts a little. Some of the characters are so ugly that others cannot recognize them. Tomorrow morning you will send people to take the manuscripts to Changzhou and Suzhou to sell them. Each manuscript will sell for five thousand taels of silver. These one hundred copies
The manuscript is five hundred thousand taels of silver. I won’t miss a penny from you.”
"What?" Mr. Wu's eyes widened after hearing this, "Can these few transactions be sold for 5,000 taels each? Are you kidding me?"
"I think you are considered a literate person in the village! Why do you have an elm head? What we sell is not paper, this is culture! This is literature! Words are valuable, literature is priceless! Do you understand?
?Don’t underestimate the things above. Don’t say 5,000 taels per share. Someone will buy even 50,000 taels per share. Don’t look like your parents are dead. Just do what I say first and try.
After that, you will naturally know if anyone will buy it."
Mr. Wu was a little confused by the nonsense, and he didn't know how to refute Xia Shang, so he spat: "You'd better not fool me. I will go to Changzhou in person tomorrow. If I can't get money in exchange, I will ask you again!"
After that, Mr. Wu left again.
After Mr. Wu left, Qianqian came over and wrote on the paper: "Brother Xia, can these words really sell for such a high price?"
"I have been telling you about Dream of Red Mansions for some time. If it were you, and you are rich, would you be willing to spend money to read the rest of the story?"
Qianqian blinked, thoughtfully, and wrote: "Qianqian doesn't know, Qianqian doesn't have that much money. But Brother Xia's story is good, Qianqian has been thinking about the ending in her dreams."
"Okay, you go out and have some fun, I have to change the above content."
He smiled sweetly and then went out without knowing where he was going.
Xia Shang was the only one left in the room. He looked at the pile of manuscripts and began to revise them.
Although it is just a modification, it is not a small project.
As the night progressed, Qian Qian came back and found that Xia Shang was still revising and was in a trance, unaware that anyone had entered the room.
Qian Qian didn't dare to disturb her, so she quietly stood by and tiptoed to see what Brother Xia was changing.
It didn't matter at first glance, but Qian Qian realized something was wrong and couldn't help but pat Xia Shang on the shoulder.
Xia Shang was startled and almost scratched the manuscript. He was a little unhappy at first, but when he saw Qian Qian, he couldn't get angry and said with a smile: "What are you going to do, little girl?"
Qian Qian frowned and pointed at the place where Xia Shang wrote, shaking her head repeatedly, indicating that Xia Shang made the wrong change.
Xia Shang did not explain, only said: "Don't worry, it's right." (To be continued)