My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

"Four Treasures,"

"what?"

"Do you know which is the best blacksmith shop in Xiling City?"

My brother-in-law and nephew sat in the pavilion and ate breakfast while listening to the birds singing in the early morning. Of course, this breakfast was not as sumptuous as the one Dongfang Changying had at home.

No steamed buns.

It's just porridge with a few eggs.

Dongfang Meng stuffed a peeled egg into his big mouth, chewed it while picking up the bowl to drink a mouthful of rice soup, stretched his neck and swallowed it with a gulp, then said:

"There are quite a few blacksmith shops in the West Market, but I heard from Old Yu that the best blacksmith in Xiling City is not in the West Market."

"Where is that?"

"I didn't ask. I wasn't hitting anything. Old Yu said I could use that stick for the rest of my life."

"..."

Bai Shaoqiu thought about it and decided that he didn't have time to go back to the palace today. He had to go to Jubao Money House first to get some banknotes, and then go to Jinli Alley to give the banknotes to Uncle Fu to confirm the construction of Sanwei Book House and Baicao Garden.

One is family and the other is career, both are the foundation of one’s coming into this world, they are very important!

I have an appointment with Qi Shaotong tonight...

Bai Shaoqiu hesitated for a moment, but decided to go anyway. It wasn't a question of giving face to anyone, as Qi Shaotong had also invited Zhuo and his group. Zhuo and his group were studying at Changning Academy, and the old man Qin they were going to visit was also at Changning Academy.

He was not attracted by Old Qin's deep background. Although his younger brother was the right prime minister of the current dynasty, he did not want to enter the officialdom. No matter how high the official position was, it would not have much to do with him.

What he was interested in was Mr. Qin's story.

Of course, he also needs to rely on Qin Lao's fame -

If Sanwei Bookstore is opened, he still hopes to make a small profit.

Uncle Fu is right. Even if a bookstore can be supported by just one book, it will be difficult to expand.

That requires more books to be published in bookstores.

The two elder brothers, Mr. Si and Mr. Fang, have agreed to ask their old friends or students to provide some manuscripts to the bookstore. If Mr. Qin can also help, I think Sanwei Bookstore will have no worries about the source of books.

Qi Shao and Zhuo Yihang are rising stars and they also need to strive for it.

What if they become famous in the literary world?

Remember that saying - don't bully the young because they are poor!

Therefore, there is nothing wrong in drinking other people's wine and making friends with your own people.

Let’s go to the blacksmith shop in the West Market and take a look first.

"Brother-in-law, what do you want to build?"

"A bow."

"Bow? I can go to the palace and get you ten of these, right?"

"...The bow in the palace is different from the bow I need."

"Oh, that's right,"

Dongfang Meng took a big mouthful of porridge and swallowed it. He looked at Bai Shaoqiu with a slightly dull pair of eyes, a hint of sympathy in his eyes:

"Your small body can't pull the palace's bow."

"..."

Heartbreak!

Can you speak?

"Eat quickly, then we'll go into town."

Dongfang Meng was immediately delighted. "Going to a brothel? And so early in the morning?"

Bai Shaoqiu glared at Dongfang Meng, picked up the dishes and went to the kitchen.

"Hey, hey, hey, brother-in-law, if you don't take advantage of your sister's absence to go, you might never be able to go again!"

……

……

Under the curious gazes of many farmers in the fields, Bai Shaoqiu and Dongfang Meng walked across the ridge and came to the thatched archway.

"Where's the carriage?"

Dongfang Meng looked at Bai Shaoqiu and smiled innocently.

"No, come on, where's the carriage?"

"Brother-in-law,"

Dongfang scratched his head fiercely. "Yesterday, a cart overturned the carriage. The carriage fell apart and couldn't be picked up."

"...and what about the horse?"

"What's the point of keeping the horses if the carriages are gone?"

Bai Shaoqiu was stunned.

What the hell!

This makes so much sense!

The two walked towards Xiling City.

One is as brisk as a horse, the other has no desire to live.

It took a full half hour for Bai Shaoqiu and the other man to finally enter the city.

Following the memory in his mind, he brought Dongfang Meng to Jubao Money House.

Before I even stepped into the door of Jubao Money House, a voice came from the street:

"Hey, hey, hey, look, isn't that Bai Shaoqiu?"

It was morning market time and there were quite a few people in the streets.

Bai Shaoqiu has been keeping his head down, fearing that he would be discovered——

After all, after yesterday's battle, he has become a celebrity.

Celebrities are not scary, what is scary is that his fame is built on the financial loss of countless Xiling City residents!

The hatred of the neighbors is not so easy to eliminate. After all, the money was accumulated by them with great difficulty, and it was all taken away by this scheme.

No one would be happy about this!

Sure enough, with that roar, everyone's eyes fell on Bai Shaoqiu's face.

"Oh my god, it's really Bai Shaoqiu!"

"This guy came to the bank... I said he colluded with the bank to cheat us out of our money, so he's here to share the spoils?"

"Bai Shaoqiu, return our money!"

Eggs flew towards Bai Shaoqiu.

Dongfang roared loudly, swung the stick in his hand, and smashed the egg accurately.

He roared: "Wait..."

A brick flew towards him, and Dongfang swung out with his stick, breaking the brick into pieces.

Dongfang Meng was angry!

“You…are looking for death…!”

He raised his stick high in his hand,

Outside the crowd, a young man in a brocade robe with cloud patterns shook the gold folding fan in his hand, with a meaningful smile on his face.

Next to him was the old man in black with a small bronze mirror with a gold rim hanging around his waist.

The old man looked at Dongfang Meng's stick and frowned slightly.

How many people will be killed if this stick hits you?

Dongfang Meng didn't hit him with his stick, as Bai Shaoqiu stopped him:

"Sibaozi, stop it!"

Dongfang Meng managed to retract the force of the stick. Although the stick did not fall down, it still scared the neighbors.

Bai Shaoqiu dragged Dongfang behind him. Facing the frightened people, he put his hands behind his back, laughed, and said:

"You...are stupid!"

"You lost money and hate me, but I don't blame you, because you don't know that I lost money too!"

When he said this, the neighbors were shocked.

Bai Shaoqiu said without blushing or beating his heart:

"I also thought Song Zigui would win, so... I bet 10,000 taels of silver on Song Zigui winning, but I never expected this guy to actually run away!"

"How much did you lose and you want to beat me up and kill me?"

"I borrowed 10,000 taels from the palace!"

"Do you know how difficult it is to be a son-in-law? Where can I get ten thousand taels of silver to return it to the palace?"

Bai Shaoqiu's face suddenly turned cold, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"I'm angrier than you!"

"Since we've met today, I, Bai Shaoqiu, will simply explain this matter to you all, so that you won't keep targeting me."

"I must be frank with you. Bai Shaoqiu and I are far inferior to Song Zigui in terms of poetry and prose!"

"I just want to use him to become famous."

"You were originally going to make a small profit, but because of his escape, you lost..."

“We are all victims!”

"Even if you want to hate someone, you should hate Song Zigui. I, Bai Shaoqiu, am innocent!"

"I am the biggest victim!"

"You're coming at me without knowing what's going on... That doesn't make sense, does it?"

"I'm a reasonable person. Let's put today's matter behind us. If you do this again, this fourth young master of the palace will beat you to death. You... deserve it!"

As everyone watched, Bai Shaoqiu turned around and walked into the Jubao Money House with Dongfang Meng.

The young man in gorgeous clothes outside was also looking at Bai Shaoqiu's back. His eyes narrowed slightly, and after a moment, he walked away with the old man in black, waving his folding fan.