Ye Qingxuan suddenly and hastily remembered something he had forgotten, which was very important to Qingxuan.
Because today is the time for Jiao San to send a new issue of "Wulin Miscellaneous Records".
For Qingxuan, the weekly "Martial Arts Miscellaneous Records" is one of his few pleasures in this life. This magazine, which is similar to the gossip weekly of later generations, is published by the world-famous "Sihai Pavilion".
This "Sihai Pavilion" is the largest consortium in the world, with huge influence, almost every state and town has its subordinate semicolon, which claims to "know everything, do everything, accept everything, sell everything", as long as you give money , do anything.
The extremely powerful "Sihai Pavilion" only cares about profit, not being famous. Although it has the strength to compete with the "Ten Great Sects", it just doesn't want to compete. The identity of the proprietor of "Sihai Pavilion" is mysterious, and no one knows who is the big boss behind the scenes.
There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that "Sihai Pavilion" has an official or even royal background, and even rumors that "Sihai Pavilion" is the royal house of internal affairs, which is a private business opened by the emperor... But the truth of this kind of thing is not something that ignorant children like Qingxuan can get. Got it, of course, he wasn't interested either.
The only thing Ye Qingxuan is happy about is that this "Sihai Pavilion" actually has a small branch in Qingyang Town, and that Jiao San is a small recorder in this branch. As for the post, it is almost equivalent to the trinity of reporter, advertising salesman and salesman in the newspaper office in the previous life.
It's nothing to read "Wulin Miscellaneous Events", which has become Ye Qingxuan's only way of leisure in this other world. The big and small things in the rivers and lakes are basically recorded in magazines. Although Qingxuan bought the local edition of Yunzhou, and the martial arts anecdotes involving Kyushu accounted for less than 50% of it, but it can be regarded as a good publication.
Ye Qingxuan especially likes to read the "Guangwen" column, in which a certain master is defeated, which masters challenge so-and-so, what kind of martial arts genius has emerged from a certain family, what treasures has been obtained by a certain person, and what magical secrets have been obtained... and so on, Qingxuan It was a joy to watch.
In addition to these, there is also a "guidance" column, invite a certain martial arts master to explain what martial arts, and increase the sales of the magazine.
However, Ye Qingxuan has never been optimistic about these explanations, because those so-called masters of martial arts are basically not real masters. Qingxuan's guidance is of little significance.
And those real martial arts cheats, similar to the [Seventy-seven and forty-nine styles of Qingfeng Wuliu swordsmanship] that Qingxuan was optimistic about last time, even the ordinary version without famous annotations, are actually priced at 5,000 taels of silver, which is really not something Qingxuan can afford started.
Although martial arts can't afford it, it's different now. With the "Martial Arts Collection System" of "Langhuan Lingmiao Pavilion", just reading it once is enough to include all martial arts.
Don't take advantage of the bastard. Based on his relationship with Jiao San, Ye Qingxuan thought to himself that it shouldn't be a big problem to watch it once.
At this time, Jiao San was outside the Zixia Hall in the front yard, pacing back and forth anxiously on the corridor on the left.
Why hasn't Qingxuan Xiaodaotong, who was punctual in the past, come yet
Although Jiao San is just a low-level clerk in the "Sihai Pavilion", it can be regarded as a prestigious job in Qingyang Town. The ten taels of silver that are paid for a month is more than half a year's expenses for ordinary farmers. But this Jiao Lushi looks more like an old farmer no matter how you look at it. His clothes are soiled. Although they are fairly clean, there are countless patches on them. He is only forty years old. He looked like he was over sixty, his old face was full of wrinkles, and he could kill flies with a smile. He looked like a loyal and honest farmer, but his eyes were very bright.
Everyone who is familiar with Jiao San said that this old guy has the appearance of a dog and the mind of a weasel. Regardless of whether the things he wants to sell are useful or not, he will try his best to sell them to you, especially if he can pretend to be a grandson and be pitiful. The bastard of bastards. But everyone has to admit that this old bastard has always been innocent and fair when he started his business.
Jiao San had a steelyard in his heart, and some small accounts were calculated clearly: If this opens up the relationship with the Qingyun Temple, in the future, each martial arts practitioner in the temple will buy a copy, and when the time comes, the task will be overfulfilled, then I will not be promoted. Looking forward.
Every time Jiao San thinks of this, his wrinkled face smiles so hard that he can't even see his eyes.
Jiao San's cousin is a manager in Yunxia County, but Qingyang Town is just a small town under Yunxia County, under its jurisdiction. To be honest, Jiao San got into the "Sihai Pavilion" because of his cousin's relationship, and Jiao San's cousin is very nostalgic, but he is willing to promote his cousin, but Qingyang Town is a small town with few people, so it is difficult to do so. This also made it extremely difficult for Jiao San to be promoted.
It's no wonder that Qingxuan, an eight or nine-year-old Taoist boy, was enshrined by Jiao San as an ancestor just because his seniority in the temple was higher.
I flipped through the few books I brought with me, one of which was the latest issue of "Wulin Miscellaneous Events", which sold for half a tael of silver, while the others were much more expensive, including the Kyushu edition of "Wulin Miscellaneous Events", There are also several martial arts secret books, one of which is the "7749 Styles of Qingfeng Wuliu Swordsmanship" that Qingxuan was very optimistic about before. The position is already the most profound martial arts secret book that he can mobilize in his hand.
These few books are specially prepared by Jiao San for Ye Qingxuan. Of course, there are more than these few books. There are no less than thirty books in Jiao San’s back pocket, but they are only based on the taste of Qingxuan Xiaodaotong. Look, basically not very interested.
Jiao San's recent performance is not bad, on the contrary, it is extremely prosperous, good can't be better.
In this not-very-important town, for several months in a row, it was able to sell several thousand taels of silver every month. Manager Liu of this town even told himself that as long as the task is exceeded this month, , Guaranteed to take credit for myself, as long as my cousin speaks a few words in the town, he will definitely be transferred to Yunxia County. At that time, the monthly salary alone will be one hundred taels a month, not to mention the year-end benefits. Thinking of the beauty, he snickered endlessly, the creases all over his face seemed to have disappeared.
There was a way, and it was about to be completed, but at the last moment, he was stuck at the gate because of dozens of taels of silver. It's not like Jiao San didn't have any crooked thoughts, and wanted to buy a pass with his own money, but the "Sihai Pavilion" has extremely strict censorship, and if he finds out, he will be fired immediately.
With no other choice, this Third Master Jiao had no choice but to focus on Qingxuan, a regular customer.
With a difference of dozens of taels, selling magazines alone can't meet the standard, so I had to bring a few higher-standard magazines to see if Xiaodaotong is not interested, and my biggest extravagant hope is that Qingxuan Xiaodaotong can Buy that blue-level medium-grade swordsmanship secret book.
The sales staff of "Sihai Pavilion" have to rely on their qualifications to sell anything. This blue-level middle-grade martial arts is what I have exchanged with the cabinet with the achievements I have accumulated over the years. It is what I can sell now. The thing of the highest value.
Books are dead, but people are alive. Little Taoist Ye Qingxuan is notoriously soft-hearted. As long as he pretends to be pitiful, he might sell this secret book.
Once the task is completed and transferred to the town, at that time, with the care of my cousin at the top, and a better customer base at the bottom, it will not only make a lot of money, but my family will really have no worries about food and drink. At that time, I will be regarded as a person with head and face anyway, let's see if my yellow-faced woman dares to look down on me.
Thinking of the beauty in my heart, I became even more impatient. As if feeling that his image wasn't bad enough, he took off his cloth shoes and scratched his face with the soles of the shoes, adding a bit of earthy color to his old face, which was already full of mountains and hills. I have to cry once in a while, but the excitement in my heart can't be sad no matter what. For a moment, he was in a hurry, and he punched his nose fiercely, and for a while, he was sore, painful, and numb, and the tears came down together with the snot all at once.
It’s broken, it’s too early to cry—
Jiao San pulled his nose desperately, trying to stop the tears, but the more he wanted to stop, the more the tears and snot kept flowing.
Today is the temple fair. At this time, Qingyun Temple is crowded with people, offering incense and wishing everywhere. There are countless people setting up stalls at the entrance of the temple, it is really lively.
Every time at this time, Jiao San would find a place at the gate of the temple, set up a stall, and sell miscellaneous books. It was a very important moment.
After waiting for another quarter of an hour, Jiao San, who managed to control his tears and snot, saw that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, but the little Taoist boy from Qingxuan still didn't come. They will all be taken over.
With red eye circles, he looked around anxiously again. Alas, I really can't wait—Jiao San stamped his foot, turned around and was about to leave.
As long as there is enough time, maybe someone in the town will buy a few copies. As for Qingxuan Xiaodaotong, I have to find time to sell them later.
Unexpectedly, just as Jiao San took a few steps, a very familiar childish voice sounded behind him.