Jia Cong is not in a hurry to start writing children's books and sell them for money...
After all, meeting Jia Lian was just an accident. He did not disrupt his previous plans and steps because of this accident.
The time is still too short, he has been attending ethnic studies for less than three months.
Jia Cong has no idea of becoming a genius. He has just learned all the commonly used words in three months and can read and write pretty well. Still wants to write a book?
I'm afraid not, it's too evil!
I go to and from school normally every day without any trouble.
In the school, there were a group of younger students who took the initiative to get close to me. At least there were no accidents during self-study in class, and the other students were very conscious not to make any noise.
Mr. Jia Dairu has recently felt that it is much easier to teach in class, but he has no intention of changing at all, and is still tepid and perfunctory.
Jia Cong had nothing to say about this, just ignore it.
A group of motivated classmates have been busy copying books to make money recently, and have not paid much attention to the nonsense in ethnic studies. They feel that the current situation is already very good.
That's right. Regardless of whether you are motivated or not, they don't interfere with each other. As for whether you have learned anything or not, you only know what you are doing.
In fact, it was not necessary for Jia Cong to take action in person to send the manuscripts in exchange for money.
Jia Yun does have some abilities. He quickly took over the negotiation with the owner of Yawen Bookstore and did a good job, so I'll leave it to him completely.
Anyway, what the shopkeeper of Yawen Bookstore valued was the opportunity to build a relationship with Ning Rong and the Second Mansion. As long as the handwriting and content of the manuscript were correct, it would be the same no matter who copied it.
Jia Cong's heart is clear. As long as the Rongguo Mansion's brand name does not fall, such good things can be maintained. At least there is no need to worry in the next few years.
When I returned to the mansion, I still ate and drank in the main courtyard, which had become a routine now.
Whether it is Mrs. Xing, the eldest gentleman, or the maids and women in the main hall, they are all used to Jia Cong's presence at lunch and dinner.
If you suddenly stop coming, you will feel quite strange and uncomfortable.
When he returned to the small courtyard where he lived, he was not idle, or the little maid Lingque was not idle. She always had a miscellaneous book in her hand to read aloud.
In order to give outsiders the impression of letting nature take its course, the miscellaneous books read aloud by the little maid Lingque are basically related to the children's stories that Jia Cong wants to write.
In this way, over time, when he comes up with a collection of children's books, it won't be too abrupt and make people subconsciously doubtful.
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In a blink of an eye, it's midsummer.
The weather is hot and the cicadas are chirping incessantly in the morning and evening, which inevitably makes me feel a little more irritable.
On this day, as soon as Jia Cong returned home from clan studies, he was invited to Mrs. Xing's place in the main courtyard by Wang Shanbao's family, who had been waiting for a long time.
At this time, the sun was setting in the west and the heat was overwhelming. The thin shirt on my body was already stained with sweat, especially my hair, which was tied up by a small crown. The steaming heat was extremely uncomfortable.
Right now, what he wanted to do most was to go back to the small courtyard where he lived and rinse his body with cold water several times because it was too hot.
Entering the main courtyard, a cool air hit me, making me feel indescribably comfortable and comfortable.
At a glance, he saw the ice basin placed in the corner of the room, and the corner of his mouth twitched. It turned out to be the life of a corrupt feudal noble.
"Greetings to my wife!"
No matter what time it is, no matter what your thoughts are, you can't go wrong with your 'filial piety', otherwise you won't be able to get involved in the upper class circles.
At this time, he had been in the world of Red Mansions for more than half a year. His body was quite strong and his stature was almost half a head taller than when he first came.
If he is said to be a ten-year-old boy, no one would doubt him if they meet him for the first time.
There were only a few people in the main room who met every day, but they didn't feel much about it.
After more than half a year of familiarity and deliberate practice, he has fully integrated the method of breathing and transporting qi and blood into his normal life.
In other words, as long as his breathing rhythm is stable, he is transporting Qi and blood to exercise his body almost all the time.
Coupled with adequate food and sufficient nutrition, it is normal for the body's bones to become strong after more than half a year of exercise.
If he hadn't been too young and didn't dare to practice too much for fear of damaging his muscles, bones, and organs, his physical fitness could have been improved to a higher level at this time.
But that's it, right now his physical fitness and strength are much stronger than those of his peers.
Fortunately, his training is from the inside out, which gives people the impression that his body is strong, rather than full of muscle lumps that attract attention.
"No need to be polite, your uncle has already returned from Yangzhou!"
Mrs. Xing waved her hand, with a very unhappy look on her face, and said angrily: "What did you say at the beginning? Your uncle didn't get much benefit!"
The so-called uncle is Mrs. Xing’s biological brother Xing Dequan.
Jia Cong smiled in his heart, Mrs. Xing showed everything on her face, and when she mentioned Xing Dequan, she understood what was going on.
Although he was scolded face to face, his face was calm and he shook his head and said: "Uncle saw Uncle Lin, didn't Uncle Lin make it easier for him?"
"I gave it to you, but it's just a few salts, but you can't get much money in exchange for it!"
Speaking of this, Mrs. Xing's face softened a little and she said dissatisfiedly: "But your uncle spent a lot of effort running back and forth!"
Why, do you think the benefits given are not enough?
Jia Cong felt clear in his heart and chuckled: "Just a few salt quotes can be exchanged for a lot of silver, right?"
"It's only a few dozen taels of silver. Is it worth spending so much energy?"
Mrs.
Tsk…
It seems that the flower dew business has been good recently, and the "small money" of dozens of taels of silver is no longer attractive.
Don't think that Jia Cong doesn't understand the market outside. He also spent half a year studying in the family, during which he went to the markets outside many times.
When he investigated the prices of various commodities, he interviewed many dealers.
In order to make money, you can do business everywhere. Earning dozens of taels of silver a year is pretty good. Can a guy like Xing Dequan bear the hard work of traveling around?
"Madam, Mr. Lin is the censor of the Salt Patrol and holds great power to control the salt industry in Yangzhou. He has been watched closely from above and below for a long time. How could he do something too eye-catching?"
Jia Cong said with a smile: "Besides, the biggest advantage of contacting Uncle Lin is that we can establish a connection with the Yangzhou salt merchants!"
Mrs. Xing was a little confused and asked doubtfully: "So what?"
What a lump!
If it weren't for his 'filial piety', Jia Cong would have really wanted to roll his eyes, so he could only say something helpless: "The whole of Daqing knows that the Yangzhou salt merchants are wealthy. As long as you get in touch with them and sell some good things there in the future, it will be a huge profit!"
Naturally, it is impossible to explain some things too clearly. Those people who want to curry favor with Lin Ruhai, a salt merchant, will give Xing Dequan enough benefits even for the sake of his official position as Salt Patrol Censor. They are afraid that when the time comes, Xing Dequan
I've been sucked into the big whirlpool of Yangzhou and I can't get out.
Seeing that Madam Xing was still confused, Jia Cong had no choice but to say: "The low-grade toilet water made by Madam will definitely sell for the price of high-end products when shipped to Yangzhou!"