Wealth and glory seek stability

Why do I suddenly feel a chill on my back?

If she said now that she didn't bring it, would the shopkeeper eat her alive?

No way?

"Well, I left in a hurry and really didn't bring it with me. I came here today to ask how much my dividend is." Jian Xi's eyes were as clear as autumn water, and she blinked in confusion.

"You still care about the dividends. Don't you see that my Moxiang Pavilion is about to be overturned by those people?!"

"I don't know either. My husband asked me to ask you. If the dividends are high, he will write a sequel. If not, he won't write it."

"You wait!" The shopkeeper said as he walked out of the tea room in a swift and decisive manner, and when he came back he brought a mahogany box.

Snapped!

When he placed it on the table and opened it, it was filled with silver notes worth one hundred taels and small change.

"Here are eight thousand taels. After deducting the cost and making a profit, we'll each get half. There's still eight thousand taels left, and I can only give it to you after you give me the sequel. All the account books are recorded in the account, and I'm honest with everyone. Miss, you should think about how to urge Mr. Jiang to write the sequel. The capital is full of nobles. A few days ago, I met several people dressed as eunuchs in the palace who came to buy that book. I guess these people won't be the ones causing trouble in a few days." The shopkeeper looked so haggard that one could imagine how much he had suffered in the past few months.

Jian Xi stretched out her hands and rummaged through the box, counting the notes one by one.

As for what the shopkeeper said next, she didn't hear a word.

There are only three words in her mind now.

Eight thousand taels!

After counting and confirming that everything was correct, the shopkeeper took out a receipt and asked Jian Xi to sign it.

"Girl, I said so much, did you hear it?"

"What did you hear?"

"I'd like to ask you to go back and urge Mr. Jiang to write the sequel quickly. You can also take back the remaining 8,000 taels of dividend earlier." The shopkeeper squeezed out the second half of the sentence through his teeth. He could see that this man didn't care about the sequel at all, but only cared about money. The money-grubber look on his face as he counted the money was really blinding.

Jian Xi thought about it and said, "That's right. I'll try to tell my husband and ask him to hurry up."

but--

There was one thing she was quite curious about: "Boss, how much do you sell this book for?" How could the dividend from just one book be 16,000 taels? This was too unbelievable.

The shopkeeper twirled his goat beard and pretended to be profound, "Well..." He drew out the ending long to arouse people's curiosity.

"At first, I sold a book for two taels of silver, but the demand still couldn't keep up with the supply. Finally, I raised the price to five taels of silver. But people didn't care at all, so I just set the price at ten taels of silver."

"Ten taels! Aren't you just robbing me?"

"Miss, please be careful with your words. I raise the price because things are rare and valuable. You should know that a book of "Love Hidden in Jewels" on the black market has been sold for fifty taels of silver, and even then many people can't buy it. This kind of book is not a serious book. We have rules in Moxiang Pavilion. The number of copies printed is limited. Even if the truth is found out, it can't be traced back to us. We have someone above our boss." The shopkeeper winked and patted his chest to make a promise.

"As long as nothing goes wrong, I hope the money in my hands won't be so hot, so that our Mr. Jiang can continue writing without any worries."

Jian Xi bargained while shaking her head.

As soon as I opened my eyes, the shopkeeper's gloomy face appeared in front of me.

Jian Xi's sharp voice seemed to shake the roof, "Ah! Why are you staring at me!"

Xiao Liuzi downstairs was startled. He peeked over the counter and couldn't help muttering, "What is the shopkeeper doing? Don't let anyone get killed."

The shopkeeper said seriously, "It seems that the young lady has not realized the seriousness of the problem. Now it is not a question of whether Mr. Ling Jiang can write or not, but he must write, and write well and quickly. The group of people who came today are not easy to deal with. Pick any one of them and it will be as easy for me to crush you and kill you as it is for an ant."

Jian Xi stroked the goose bumps on her arms. How could writing a book lead to someone's death?

I asked as I was thinking about it.

The shopkeeper was very patient and explained to Jian Xi carefully: "You don't know, there was a scholar who wrote a book before, and he killed a likable character in the book. It just so happened that the character in the book was a princess. When our ninth princess found out, she directly found that person.

He was imprisoned in the palace, and another legend was written for that person. When he was sent out of the palace, the scholar was already half crazy, his words and deeds were crazy, his behavior was out of control, and now no one knows where he is wandering along the street. "

!!!

She forgot.

This era is not the 21st century, but an era of imperial supremacy. Her life cannot withstand such a toss.

Jian Xi said quickly: "Okay! Shopkeeper, please stop talking. I will... go back and ask my husband to write it as soon as possible. How about half a month?" The shopkeeper said it would take a month, so some time would definitely be left for reprinting.

The shopkeeper was relieved and took out his treasured tea. "That's right. A man who knows the current situation is a hero. The capital is different from other places. You have to bow your head when you should. Those scholars are too arrogant. In the end, they will hurt themselves."

Jian Xi realized that this shopkeeper really treated people differently. "Shopkeeper, you are not simple either. I was lucky enough to drink your cloud tea last time. Every time, you only gave me this good tea after I did something for you, right?"

The shopkeeper did not think that Jian Xi was being sarcastic. Instead of being ashamed, he was proud of it. "That's right. This high mountain mist tea can only be produced when the spring and summer turn around, and the mist lingers over the high mountains of Yunnan and Guizhou. This kind of top-quality tea can only be nourished. I really can't bear to give it to ordinary people."

"Okay, we've finished talking about this and had our tea. I'm going to go outside and find a few books and then leave."

"Okay, whatever kind of book do you want to read, I can recommend it to you, young lady." After the matter was resolved, the shopkeeper returned to his smiling state.

Jian Xi rolled her eyes around and came up with an idea, "Do you have any gossip or miscellaneous notes?"

The shopkeeper didn't understand, "What is gossip?"

Jian Xi leaned forward, lowered her voice, and used one hand to block her voice as she spoke: "It's the kind of unknown things that really happened, interesting things, such as palace secrets, or funny things that happened between princes and ministers."

The shopkeeper suddenly realized: "Oh! You are talking about unofficial history?"

Jian Xi looked around and felt relieved when she saw that there was no one around. "Boss, please keep your voice down. How can you speak so loudly about something like this?"

The shopkeeper had a look of surprise on his face: "What's the big deal? It's just some unofficial history. I have a lot of them here. They're all on that row of shelves. The ones on the top row are the best sellers. Go and look for them yourself. I'll give you the one you want."