"You, I'm talking nonsense again. Two thousand gold is too expensive." Xing'er grew older and gradually knew the slightness and heavyness of the matter. She photographed Si'er. The businessman, or Si'er, was wrong and was not worth the money at all. According to the price of Zheng Lang's characters on the market, it was only 100 gold. It was really worth only 10 gold by the quality of the characters. But considering some other factors, such as the experience of Zheng Langwu's characters, it has a commemorative significance. More than one hundred fonts can be used to learn from others. Zheng Lang's character, if you can't find the characters on the market, it may be that Zheng Lang has a bright future and make a good relationship in advance, especially for businessmen. It is difficult for them to curry favor with current officials, but they can learn from Lu Buwei and make an investment in advance.

After doing this, the value will be higher.

But no matter how you calculate it, it is not worth two thousand gold. Just like the "Spring Dragon Rising" by Chen, a wealthy businessman from Qunhai, who went to Gao Keming to find his daughter, it cannot be counted.[..com]

The price is also inflated. If the "Spring Dragon Rising the Crown" is worth two thousand gold, then wouldn't the "Story Travel Map" by the great god in Zhongnan Mountain be worth fifty thousand gold!

Cheng Lin threw a look at the carriage and thought to himself that this little maid was talking about someone's heart. However, the problem is the inflated price. Cheng Lin has also seen it himself. It is good or good, but it must not be worth two thousand gold. As long as the price drops, the case will change in quality, and maybe you have to take the opportunity to get some clues.

This is why Cheng Lin looked for Zheng Lang.

Say your meaning in a very tactful tone.

Afraid that Zheng Lang was unhappy, he said tactfully: "Not only can the case be found, I also heard that there are many manuscripts in your home..."

Zheng Lang was a little worried about this. He bid two thousand gold here, and the price of the words there was higher, and it didn't matter if the money was less. If the money was too much, anything could happen. His family was thin and he was not in the middle of the village. Just steal it, for fear of discovering it. What could happen instead. Asked: "Minister Cheng, what are the good plans?"

"Someone has a way that is not a solution. As long as Xiaolang gives up the manuscripts from his home, he arranges people and uses some channels to send them to students who are going to Beijing for examinations, or others. He writes more than one hundred characters and resuspends them in the Yan Family Inn. The words are passed on too much and they are easy to get, and the price will drop immediately, and there will be peace."

Considered and considered again.

It may not work if it is put on others, why should I lower the price of my characters? And donate them for free?

However, this son would probably agree. His family is well-off and there is no shortage of fees. The son is noble and does not care about false reputation. He seems to be unfair and does not like to disturb him. He is not the kind of indifferent person who keeps others outside the door.

"Prince Cheng wants me to be self-deprecating?" Zheng Lang suddenly remembered some of the things the little lady of the Cui family said to him.

Cheng Lin was a little sweaty.

This Kaifeng Prefecture Prime Minister is not easy to do. Last time he betrayed the old lady and was about to wait for the old lady to fall into trouble. I will use my youth to gamble tomorrow. Anyway, the old lady is old, so I will take a gamble. Unexpectedly, the old lady didn't attack him. His Majesty had another addiction in the Taimiao. It is conceivable that the old lady was in a bad mood.

If the two thousand gold thieves are not solved, I will suffer.

He bowed and said, "Zheng Xiaolang, okay."

On the other hand, he bowed to Zheng Lang.

Zheng Lang grabbed his hand, ***, although you are anxious, have you considered whether I can afford it! He said, "Don't, let's think of a solution together. Have you asked the salt merchant?"

"I asked, no one came to sell the words."

Zheng Lang was a little méng and couldn't help but say, "Who can take out two thousand gold to buy the word besides him?"

This is not a small number. The total 20,000 yuan is calculated based on the price of rice. If it is converted into later generations, there are also 10 million yuan. If it is calculated based on the price of gold, the price will be even higher, one or two or three dozen grams, about 700,000 grams. How much is the value of 700,000 grams of gold? Zheng Lang felt dizzy when he thought about it.

My words are worth so much money?

He didn't believe it if he beat him to death!

Cheng Lin said: "The Yan family reported the case quickly, and I immediately brought someone to find the salt merchant. He didn't have time and dared not buy it."

Zheng Lang thought for a while and it didn't matter whether he found the characters or not, the safety of his family was the main thing. So he thought of the most brutal method and turned around and said to one of his "bodyguards": "Zhang Erlang, please bring a letter to my concubines and ask them to burn all the words I wrote."

"No" Cheng Lin stopped him all at once. The price was already inflated, and the price was even higher when it burned.

Zheng Lang didn't care about his feelings. No matter how high or low the price, the empresses wanted to be safe! He said: "Prince Cheng, I thanked you for your kindness. How outsiders say that I don't care about it, but I don't want to take the initiative to defile myself, and I don't want to take the opportunity to show off my good intentions. That's not the style of the late-life. But I still have other methods... In fact, it's a pity for those words to be stolen. Speaking of it, the words I wrote at that time were not as good as I wrote now. I copied some novel styles of calligraphy, and I can do it now. I can copy them more successfully. But that was the word when I realized the word "I had good eyesight and the meaning of reference. If I had let the late-life write it now, I would definitely not be able to write it."

Cheng Lin smiled bitterly, and she was really so proud that she would rather burn it than belittle herself. She didn't even hear the word "玉克" he used. But even if she was careful, she couldn't think of the reason why Zheng Lang used the word "玉克". Asked: "What's the method?"

"Young students can do it by writing in some novel fonts. Or the prefecture politely makes a noise, saying that the young students will write in some other fonts one after another. After making up a hundred pictures, they will hand them over to local governments one after another, so that they can be placed in a safe place for more students to observe, and they can be regarded as a way to exchange the experience of the words. Even if you are willing, you can use carved prints and donate them to students in various states. This is the original intention of the young students."

Giving it is not only self-deprecating, but also arrogance. It is even more impossible to sell it. In the future, the officials in the court will look at people with microscopes, and other lines, but the characters and drawings are not related to money. But the manuscripts at home will undoubtedly burn.

People cherish their feathers, but Cheng Lin is not good at forcing them. But this is also a solution. It is less expensive, but more is naturally cheap. As long as the news is released, the price will drop immediately. The quality of the case will immediately become two.

There is no more trouble for the scholar. The scholar has to read the words in the past few days, which has put a lot of pressure on him.

I had no choice but to take people back.

When he arrived at Yan's Inn, he booked a room early. His clothes were not as good as new, and people were not as good as old. Moreover, he lived in Yan's Inn for a long time. Yan's shopkeeper was very experienced in how to keep some students who visited and communicated for him. When he arrived at Yan's Inn, Yan's shopkeeper ran out and fell to the ground and said, "Zheng Jieyuan. I'm sorry."

I persuaded him for a long time before I got up.

Manager Yan is too fat, but Zheng Lang is still unable to help him, so he has to get up by himself.

After entering the inn, I closed the door and started reading and writing again. I had time, and there was no hurry, and I had not thought about some things yet. I gave Cheng Lin a face. When writing my experience, I deliberately adopted some other fonts.

It was very awkward at first.

It turned out that he had always imitated the rice style, but his characters are now almost still in the rice style, but there were only minor changes in the local area.

Or there were four strange characters displayed at the meeting, and those who used the heart to teach Jiang Xinger's calligraphy and Zhao Dong's styles, and they also used the heart to make some use of the heart. They never touched other styles of calligraphy. Later, when they were trapped in the characters, they really studied from other fonts and looked for breakthroughs.

I was also very awkward at the beginning and practiced for a long time. After arriving at Yanji Inn, dozens of fonts were familiar, and most of them were still very unfamiliar. However, I hunted down countless kinds of calligraphy from everyone and wanted to find a way out. Therefore, some fonts were written very similar in shape and similar in meaning. I didn't think about it anymore, and the whole family did not do it.

Since leaving the capital, all the bodies have not touched each other again.

Another year passed, so it was awkward.

The speed is not as fast as he thought, but he is not in a hurry. He only treats the lessons as a supplement, and learning knowledge is the key.

Eleven days later, he finally picked out the words, picked a hundred words and handed them to Zhanggui Yan. In fact, there were still some manuscripts in Zhanggui Yan's house, but he didn't dare to take them out, for fear that the nobles would come to ask for words. Moreover, the well-written or representatives of them were written, and Zheng Lang picked them up last time, including his eight big words, flying immortals from the sky, and all of them were stolen.

Manager Yan held them out with great gratitude.

Not only the word, but sometimes Zheng Lang also called his grandson over and deliberately guided him one or two. He was about to save the test, so time was so precious.

I don’t know how to thank you. If Zheng Lang had the hobbies of Duke Huan of Qi, he could learn Yiya. He couldn’t bear to give him the meat of his son, but he had a lot of human flesh. It would probably be fine if he cut five or ten kilograms of it.

I bought firecrackers and set up incense tables.

There is no sign of winning the top scorer in someone's family, but the Zheng family has signs. Many people are spreading it. If you don't take the exam, you will be fine. Once you take the exam, the Zheng family will definitely win the top scorer. If you don't say it's kindness, the top scorer is just hanging in his inn. How glory is that?

He held some small rituals solemnly, and then he hung up the words again.

The time was a little long, but fortunately, Cheng Lin was relieved after hearing this. What a 2,000 gold, and more than ten days of hard work, he made 2,000 gold. This money was too easy to make, right? It was not worth the money, and the case was small. But he was puzzled and didn't think it was as simple as what he and Zheng Lang said. For this case, he used many people, but there was no news found out.

The price is not very good, so I calmed down my emotions.

But something weird happened.

Zheng Lang restrained his calligraphy practice and continued to write his learning experience in other styles.

If there are many, such as putting one in Zhengzhou, one in Luoyang, or one in Taixue, or one in Gongyuan, and one in the tribute school, and more than a dozen will go out. This is the trend of

o Naturally calm down. As for how cheap the characters will become, I never thought that if a character costs one penny, he would not sell them, and a hundred penny cost one, and he would not dare to sell them. What does it have to do with him?

But this time, more people watched. Most of the scholars from all over the country arrived in the capital. Not only did they look at the capital, but they also had their learning experiences. Some of them were slightly modified. They were just a good ancient prose or parallel prose, which was also very helpful to the scholars. The Yan Family Inn was crowded with people and saw that there were many people. Some dealers set up the stalls on both sides of the street at the entrance of Yan Ji Inn, constantly selling. Zheng Lang didn't want to go out, but he didn't even dare to open the door of the backyard. After hearing it in the palace, the little emperor laughed wildly.

Something weird happened.

This time, Shopkeeper Yan was afraid that something would happen. I don’t know if it was two thousand gold coins, but with so many people watching it, its value is still very high. In a sense, it has also brought a lot of business to his inn. Some people have finished reading it. Even if they don’t live here, they have to ask some food and drinks to have a meal and chat about something. The newly renovated restaurant has never been interrupted from the door in the morning to the closing at night. All the rooms in the inn are full.

The Song Dynasty had developed business, and some businessmen realized the role of advertising, hung a small banner, or used other small means to make a small advertisement. They were underdeveloped, but they had this subconscious.

Therefore, Manager Yan hired three strong men at a high price. When the inn closed at night, he took turns to guard the duty and did nothing. You just stayed here and looked at the manuscripts. He thought to himself, it would be fine this time. Although he was in the outer city, he was also in the capital. Does anyone dare to openly rob at night?

However, just three days later, just as Zheng Lang was about to go out and fight the Eight Wise Kings, how difficult it was to take with him as his current identity. There was only one advantage, he knew the direction of history, and his age, and no one cared about it. However, when it came to details, it had to be carried out step by step.

The person I visited took the first step.

But there was a news coming from the front that Cao Qing, the person who was on duty that night, was very burly. Manager Yan was very relieved to sleep. The business was good, and from top to bottom, he was exhausted. The next day, he opened the store door, but found that there was no movement in the room. When he opened the door, he saw that Cao Qing was tied up like a rice dumpling, with a black rag stuffed in his mouth. When he saw Manager Yan coming, he hummed desperately. It was going to be a bad thing, so he looked up and saw that the walls were empty again!

Manager Yan forgot to untie the rope for Cao Qing and sat on the ground...
Chapter completed!