The happy life of a prodigal

Even though he was busy, the shopkeeper of Chunfenglou still saw Fang Xiu in the crowd at a glance, and greeted him with great enthusiasm as if seeing his own father.

Bowing down, flatteringly said: "Master, why are you here..."

Fang Xiu had black lines on his face.

I haven't reached the crown yet, in my previous life, I was still a teenager, at most I was a young man, how could I become an old man in his mouth...

"I'm passing by here, take a rest, don't worry about me, go and do your own thing."

Fang Xiu waved his hand, found an empty seat and sat down.

The shopkeeper wanted to say something else, seeing this, he was afraid of offending the young master, so he only bowed and went back to work.

Fang Xiu sat alone on the table, watching the crowds in the lobby, feeling a little relieved.

Today, the signboard of getting drunk and resting has resounded throughout the capital.

In just one month, a lot of money originally owed to Baolefang has been repaid, not counting the few shops in the south of the city.

If Fang Xiu's current assets were converted into silver, this month, he would have made a net profit of at least 1 taels of silver!

As long as this momentum can be maintained, within ten years, the position of the richest man in the capital will be vacated for Fang Xiu to sit on.

Fang Xiu sat for a while, and the table in front of him was filled with all kinds of delicacies.

There is also a handsome little girl who is always serving by her side.

"Hey......"

He couldn't help but sigh.

He is still very satisfied with the new shopkeeper of Chunfenglou. He is shrewd and capable. The only shortcoming is that he is a little too attentive.

He poured wine and drank a glass.

Only then did Fang Xiu remember that he came to the south of the city to do his business, the bookstore.

Over there in the bookstore, I haven't visited it yet, so why do I just sit here and enjoy it.

Really depraved.

After only taking a sip of the wine, the delicacies on the table did not move for a moment, Fang Xiu got up and wanted to go out.

Just as he walked to the door, he bumped into an acquaintance.

Xia Yixue stood at the door of the store, glanced at Fang Xiu with her beautiful eyes, then ignored it, but looked at the wine jar in the front cabinet, and said: "One cup and one drunk to rest."

The voice is cold, but it has an indescribable taste, which is sweet and moving.

A servant rushed forward to say hello, and when he heard this, he showed a bitter expression: "My guest officer, I'm really sorry, the Yizui Fangxiu in our shop is sold out again today, please come again tomorrow."

As if feeling sorry, after the boy finished speaking, he bowed and saluted, and said: "I'm really sorry..."

Xia Yixue didn't care, she just waved her hand and walked out the door.

Fang Xiu looked at her back, thoughtfully.

From what this boy said, Xia Yixue seemed to have come here more than once, and she hadn't bought any wine before.

Oddly enough, he said, "Xia Butou!"

Xia Yixue stopped in her tracks, turned her head to look at Fang Xiu, without any expression on her face.

Fang Xiu thought for a while, and asked: "Xia Tutou, can you do me a favor and have a drink together?"

Xia Yixue passed Fang Xiu and looked behind him.

A jug of wine is on the table, next to a glass.

In the wine glass, it was clear and transparent, and it was clearly the fine wine that she hadn't been able to taste after several visits—it was only after getting drunk.

Xia Yixue looked at the wine glass, then at Fang Xiu, and finally nodded.

A while later, at the wine table, Fang Xiu looked at Xia Yixue, and a few black lines appeared on his face.

In less than a stick of incense, he watched with his own eyes how Xia Yixue poured wine cup after cup.

She didn't stop until two blushes appeared on her pretty face and her eyes became blurred.

I don't know what her drinking capacity is. Even a good drinker like Wu Yi can pour wine with that concentration in one glass.

After pouring a pot, she can still sit properly...

"Thank you."

From the beginning to the end, Xia Yixue only said this sentence when she got up to leave.

Fang Xiu couldn't help but twitched his face.

I really had a brain twitch before I remembered to buy her a drink.

"It's okay, this Chunfeng Tower is the property of the Fang family, Xia Tutou is coming next time, just give me Fang Xiu's name."

In any case, Xia Yixue is also a headhunter in the Kyoto Prefecture, the eldest daughter of the Duke of England, so she can win her favor by paying only a little money for drinks, so it is still a good deal.

When Xia Yixue heard this, she showed a rare look of hesitation. After a long time, she said: "Next time, I will invite you."

Fang Xiu was a little disappointed.

The meaning of this sentence couldn't be more obvious. This time I bought her a drink, and she will return it next time.

It seems that the 'Great Demon Xia' in the mouths of the dandies is definitely not in vain. If he can be easily bought by wine, what kind of devil is he...

Chapter 59 Zhuxuanzhai

In any case, Fang Xiu respected this kind of person with faith very much.

The eldest daughter of the dignified British prince, everything she wants is easily available.

She could obviously hide in the deep boudoir and be the eldest lady of her family, but she ran to the capital government office to be a small eight-rank headhunter.

If it weren't for lofty ideals, firm beliefs, and superb martial arts, how could it make countless dandies in the capital change their expressions and call them devils?

Fang Xiu watched Xia Yixue walk out of Chunfeng Tower, got up and walked to the next door bookstore.

The name of the bookstore is Zhuxuanzhai, which means a house made of bamboo.

Although Zhuxuanzhai is not built with bamboo, there are many elegant bamboos around it, which is very literati.

Su Shi once said: You can eat without meat, but you cannot live without bamboo; without meat, you will be thin, but without bamboo, you will be vulgar.

Although Zhuxuanzhai has bamboo, the content it publishes is not elegant. There is only a popular Chinese version "The Story of the West Chamber".

But for this "Romance of the West Chamber", only the first three volumes have been printed, and they have not been sold. They have only been promoted in the Chunfeng Building next door.

The first [-] buyers of "The Romance of the West Chamber" can use this book to get a drink at the Chunfeng Tower and get drunk.

A book is only fifty taels of money, as long as you snatch it, you can get a glass of fine wine worth ten taels of silver.

This kind of deal, even a fool, knows that it is very cost-effective.

Therefore, at the gate of Zhuxuanzhai, there are often some drunken people wandering back and forth, as if they are watching when "The Romance of the West Chamber" will be released.

When Fang Xiu came, he saw two ragged old beggars squatting at the door of Zhuxuanzhai, looking up from time to time.

Bypassing them and walking into the main hall of Zhuxuan Zhai, one could see a familiar figure at a glance, the former shopkeeper of Chunfeng Building, Lu Si.

Lu Si was holding the original manuscript of "The Romance of the West Chamber" and reading it carefully. When he looked up, he saw Fang Xiu and rushed to meet him.

"Master, you are here."

Lu Si stood in front of Fang Xiu, bowed and saluted.

Fang Xiu waved his hand and asked, "How many copies of "The Romance of the West Chamber" have been printed?"

Lu Si looked at the busy man behind him, thought for a while, and replied, "Master, at least a thousand copies."

Fang Xiu frowned slightly, and said: "Too few, I will recruit some staff tomorrow, and try to print [-] copies before Qingming."

"Yes, master..."

Lu Si responded, and immediately showed a hesitant expression.

Fang Xiu glanced at him and said, "Just say what you want to say."

Lu Si hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but said: "Master, I have read this "Romance of the West Chamber", and what I talk about is just some things about men and women. In my eyes, it is very common, and it may not be able to be read in Beijing Normal University. Sell.

If the book is printed, but cannot be sold, it is not a loss-making business to live in Zhuxuanzhai..."

Fang Xiu sat down, took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "Zhuxuanzhai is only responsible for publishing and printing, and I will take care of the rest."

Hearing what Fang Xiu said, although Lu Si was not very optimistic about "The Story of the West Chamber", he obediently agreed with it.

When the master had just left the mansion, the young master was about to sell his ancestral property. As one of the many stewards, he also cried and cried, feeling that the sky was about to collapse.

But two months have passed, not only has the ancestral property been taken back, but with these few houses in the south of the city and a drunk Fangxiu, he has actually made a lot of money.

During this period, the young master also participated in the review, won the first place, and was personally named a general by His Majesty's imperial pen.

All of this was seen by the stewards of the Fang Mansion.

Although, there are still rumors outside that Fangfu is a prodigal son and the scum of the world.

But they knew in their hearts that the young master...that is a rare genius that happens once in a hundred years!

At this moment, Lu Si subconsciously chose to trust the young master, and replied: "Young one, post a notice to recruit buddies! We must print [-] copies of "The Romance of the West Chamber" before Qingming."

Fang Xiu nodded, and said lightly and calmly, "I know how dissatisfied you were when I asked you to leave Chunfeng Tower..."

Lu Si was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "The young one is loyal to the young master, the world can learn from it, and there is absolutely no dissatisfaction at all."

Fang Xiu glanced at him and continued: "My young master asked you to take charge of Zhuxuanzhai because I trust you and value you, because this Zhuxuanzhai is far more important than Chunfenglou in my heart. .

There are indeed a lot of alcoholics in this world, but how many people can afford twelve glasses of wine?

This is in the capital, where there are many officials and nobles. Therefore, this drunk Fangxiu can be sold well. After leaving the capital, except for the rich places in the south of the Yangtze River, how much can a drunk Fangxiu sell?

But this book...is different!A book can be as little as a few pennies, as many as a dozen pennies, or at most no more than a hundred pennies, which can be afforded by the whole world.

If you can play the signboard, the money you get into the account, how can a small Chunfeng Building compare?

Even if this "Romance of the West Chamber" cannot be sold well, there will be "Romance of the East Chamber" and "Romance of the South Chamber" in the future, and there will always be one that can make a name for itself.

At that time, you, the shopkeeper of Zhuxuanzhai, won't you rise with the tide.

So... Do it well, do it with your heart, and don't be fooled. Do you understand what this young master means? "

These words are sincere, and from the beginning to the end, the benefits of the Zhuxuan Zhai are analyzed clearly and thoroughly.

Lu Si was still immersed in the beautiful scene described by Fang Xiu.

Open Zhuxuanzhai all over the country.

At that time, the books in the hands of scholars all over the world, even those who can read, will all come from Zhuxuanzhai.

That... what a scene it should be!

For a moment, Lu Si became a little crazy.

After a while, he suddenly realized, stood upright, and bowed to Fangxiu.

He said in a trembling voice: "Young master's painstaking efforts, Lu Si understands, Lu Si will definitely live up to the young master, and work hard to carry forward Zhuxuan Zhai!"

There were hot tears in the eyes, and he held back them so that they did not fall.

Fang Xiu didn't care, and drank the tea in one gulp.

Standing up, he waved his hand: "Young Master Ben has already made it very clear about the relationship of interests, half of the success of this Zhuxuan Zhai depends on you...

It's useless to talk too much, my young master is going back home, so please do your best. "

After finishing speaking, he stepped out of the door.

Lu Si hurriedly stepped forward to see them off, and respectfully said: "Young master, please send me off!"

Walking out from Zhuxuanzhai, it was already dusk.

People come and go in front of the Chunfeng Building, the setting sun falls on the corner of the restaurant, the dark fragrance floats, and the thin air is dyed with a layer of plain warmth.

Somewhat "the sunset is infinitely good, but it's almost dusk".

Fang Xiu waved his hand, and a carriage came up to meet him.

The coachman got out of the car, bowed and saluted, and asked, "Master, where are you going?"

Fang Xiu raised his eyes, glanced at Dusk, shook his head, and said, "Go home."