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

No one would have thought that Bai Shaoqiu would become a legend in the Xingguo literary world.

Zhang Wenqian is rational.

Tonight, Bai Shaoqiu came up with the second line of the couplet. There is only one explanation:

Just as the Ninth Princess said, he had a flash of inspiration at that moment... He was really lucky!

All the students of Shangling Academy thought so after calming down.

This was destined to be a sleepless night for the students of Shangling Academy.

At the Wall of Knowledge, they had no intention of resisting or refuting Bai Shaoqiu's words. Now that they were back in the school building behind the academy, no longer facing Bai Shaoqiu's harsh words, they gathered in groups of three or five and began to accuse Bai Shaoqiu again.

You can't lose with your mouth!

After all, I have to vent the depression in my heart.

After all, I am not convinced.

While thinking about how to solve the problem of food in the future, they also came to a definite conclusion -

That guy is still that loser!

It was just bad luck!

Then I will regain my shattered face at the Zhuxi Literary Conference!

The couplets of the Zhuxi Literary Society are just the beginning. If you want to pass through Zhuxi, cross the gate of literature and enter Lanting, you need to pass three more levels of poetry.

There's no way that loser will be so lucky again!

He will definitely lose this time!

Even if Senior Brother Song didn't win the championship, it would be easy for him to beat that loser!

But where can Senior Brother Song get ten thousand taels of silver?

So this is still just an insurmountable obstacle that guy set for Senior Brother Song!

Bai Shaoqiu won two thousand taels of silver. Will he go out for a night of fun?

Of course Bai Shaoqiu did not go to Changyehuan. He had already returned to the library.

He casually threw the package of silver on the desk on the second floor.

Then I read for half the night.

A little tired,

He spread the bedding he brought on the floor and slept comfortably.

Perhaps it was because he had adapted to the identity of a son-in-law and the environment of the times, and with so much money, he slept very soundly.

When he woke up, there were birds singing outside the building and sunlight shining through the window frames.

After tidying up the bedding on the floor, Bai Shaoqiu stretched and walked out of the library to the southeast corner.

There is a towering banyan tree here.

There is a well under the banyan tree.

After washing up with cool well water, he did not return to the library, but sat down at a small stone table nearby.

One hand was placed on the table, and the index finger and middle finger tapped the table rhythmically, while his eyes fell on some unknown wild flowers not far away.

Two butterflies were fluttering among the flowers.

It seems like I haven’t seen butterflies for a long time in my previous life.

beautiful!

He was thinking about what to do next.

With two thousand taels of silver, you can do a lot.

But first of all, we have to go to Koi Alley——

As I recall, I was imprisoned last year and after selling the ancestral home, I spent that period of extreme poverty with my former housekeeper, Uncle Fu, and his granddaughter.

It's in a dilapidated small courtyard at the east end of Koi Alley.

Uncle Fu and Xiao Xi supported themselves by doing some physical work for others and earning a few copper coins.

Uncle Fu is already in his sixties!

Xiao Xi was his former maid... Well, she was already in her prime, a good girl with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

Gotta go see them!

They must be allowed to resume the business that once ran in Bai Mansion.

The Bai family in Xiling City used to run a bookstore business.

He had his own printing workshop and his own shop. His father once opened the Bai's Bookstore in Kyoto... That was ten years ago, when the Bai family was at its peak.

My father was a very smart businessman, and he had a very good relationship with many famous literati in Xingguo.

For a bookstore, the most important thing is to publish the best books.

The best books are of course those written by the most famous writers.

My father paid those literati a generous amount of money. The books published by Bai's Bookstore were endorsed by famous writers and the content was extremely rich.

The poetry collection is also the latest.

The scripts are updated the fastest.

However, it lacks the foundation in long chapter novels and cannot compete with Longxing Bookstore, the most famous bookstore in Xingguo.

My father once said there was no need to rush. It is difficult to cultivate a writer, and it is even more difficult to cultivate a great writer who can write masterpieces that will be passed down through the ages.

Therefore, we need to cultivate literati slowly.

This is also the reason why my father donated 10,000 taels of silver to Shangling Academy.

Long chapter novel...

Bai Shouqiu stopped knocking and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. If he couldn't get liquor or white salt, he could copy those old classics.

For example... "A Dream of Red Mansions"!

For example, "Journey to the West".

It is definitely impossible to be exactly the same as the original. The outline of the story is still in my memory. I think it will sell if I sort it out and rewrite it.

Thinking of this, Bai Shaoqiu stood up and walked into the library.

When he stepped onto the second floor, Qing'er had already arrived.

The lunch box is on that desk.

Qing'er was staring at the pile of scattered silver in a daze.

"Are you gambling again?"

"……Um!"

Qing'er bit her lip, feeling sad in her heart and gloomy in her face.

She turned and looked at Bai Shaoqiu, disappointment in her eyes:

"I told you the rules of the palace on the first day you entered it..."

"The prince is very strict in managing his army, and the princess is very strict in managing her family!"

"No one in this mansion... including servants like us, is allowed to even set foot in the gambling house!"

Bai Shaoqiu grinned: "I'm not going to the gambling house to gamble."

Qing'er was stunned: "Where did you go to gamble?"

Bai Shaoqiu sat down at the table and opened the lunch box. He replied calmly, "It's right here in the academy... I won it from Song Zigui."

Qing'er opened her mouth in surprise. Won it from Song Zigui?

Song Zigui is the most talented scholar in Xiling City, so a poetry contest is out of the question...

"dice?"

"Pai Gow?"

"Or is it fantan?"

Bai Shaoqiu took out a bowl of porridge and a tray of steamed buns, but did not answer Qing'er, "You don't need to bring me lunch at noon."

Qing'er was stunned again, feeling even more unhappy.

Now that the son-in-law has money, he no longer "reads" books and instead spends his money on wine and women.

"……it is good!"

Bai Shaoqiu took a bite of the steamed bun and asked:

"Xiling City is my father-in-law's fiefdom. I think there must be a shop in the city belonging to the royal palace... I want to rent one... I'll give you the rent. Please ask my mother-in-law for me when you get back."

Qing'er was shocked and looked at Bai Shaoqiu:

"Why did you rent a shop?"

"Do a little business."

This is a serious matter.

"Okay, I'll ask the mistress when I get back."

"Well, go ahead. Let me know when you bring food tonight..."

He casually took an ingot from the pile of silver and handed it to Qing'er:

"Please buy me a braised chicken tonight...it should be from Yuji, and you can keep the rest of the money."

"Sir, I'm very poor now, and I haven't given you any reward, but things will get better in the future."

Qing'er took the silver and suddenly felt something strange in her heart. It was not because of the reward, but because this son-in-law seemed to have really changed his personality.

He actually wants to make money!

Although merchants have a low status, it is still a little better than living off a wealthy man.

"I still hope that my son-in-law won't gamble... The princess doesn't like it either."

"Well...a little gambling is good for the mood, go ahead."

Qing'er hesitated for a moment and turned away.

Bai Shaoqiu finished his breakfast, cleared the dishes, and got up to leave with the cloth bag.

As soon as he left, Tang Xianxian walked into the library full of anticipation.

People, naturally, have never met each other.

Tang Xianxian was standing on the second floor and suddenly felt a little lost.

She sat down to read, but today she couldn't concentrate.

I feel quite uneasy.

What's wrong with me?