West Chang'an Avenue, in front of a small shop, was crowded with people.
"You mean, as long as you first give you two taels of silver, you can come and receive one bucket of rice every month?" A woman asked closely among the crowd.
The guy at the counter smiled and said, "Yes, there are only two taels of silver, and you can get it on the sixth day of every month."
"You didn't lie to us, did you?" A man looked suspicious and said, "Now rice is two taels of silver and one stone, and ten shots. You give two more shots out of thin air, don't you lose?"
The crowd buzzed suddenly, thinking that the guy was lying to them.
The guy is not impatient or impatient, and he said with a smile, "Our shop is here. You have seen the rice behind the shop. Is it possible that you can still run away? If you are worried, we can also sign a contract and sign it. Take a trip to the yamen."
A big fat man squeezed into the crowd, leaned forward, and said with a smirk, "Then can I get more copies? I'm bringing them on behalf of a friend."
The guy smiled and said, "Of course, there are only fifty places available today, on a first-come, first-served basis."
The fat man opened his little eyes and said anxiously, "Then give me five copies first, no, ten copies!"
As the fat man said, he patted twenty taels of silver on the table.
The guy's eyes lit up and he quickly collected the money. He took ten signs from the wall on the right, opened them one by one, and passed them halfway, saying, "This month, you can get it first. Next month, take this sign to get the rice." , Only recognize the brand but not the person."
The fat man took the sign and looked at it, and said, "Can you get it today?"
The man opened the counter and said, "Please come in."
The fat man nodded repeatedly and walked into the shop. After a while, he gritted his teeth, came out with ten bags on his back, and walked forward with difficulty.
The onlookers watched, some of them were already ready to move.
Rice used to be two taels of silver and one stone, ten buckets, but now there can be twelve buckets a year, who can't be tempted
"Give me a portion!" Someone looked ruthless, and if they could eat two or two pennies for a year, that would be a big profit!
"Okay!" The man agreed in a long voice, holding the sign while opening the counter, and said, "Please inside."
This person quickly came out with a bucket of rice on his back, refreshed and smiling.
"Give me a copy!"
"Give me a copy too!"
"I want I want!"
The crowd was quickly brought up, and more and more people watched, and I couldn't help but join more.
The dude was so busy, the fifty quotas soon disappeared, he ran in and out, loudly "Our shopkeeper said, today, as long as the order is ordered, we will give it to you, no matter how many people!"
"Give me a copy!"
"Give me three copies!"
"Give me to me..."
One pass ten, ten pass a hundred, the crowd is getting more and more crowded, the guy is already busy and don't know how many brands have been sold.
In the teahouse not far away, Wei Xizhuang was watching, holding the railing tightly with both hands, occasionally getting excited and patted vigorously.
Footsteps sounded behind him, and Wei Xizhuang turned his head and said, "How is it, old man?"
He Qishou walked fast and said with a surprised expression, "I didn't expect that the rice shop in front has sold more than 300 copies, and 600 taels have been accounted for, which is more than this shop!"
"it is good!"
Wei Xizhuang walked to the table and sat down with a surprised look, and said, "Today is a good start, and other shops will follow the same pattern tomorrow. In this way, there will be nearly 10,000 in a dozen days, and it can be used for 9,000 years old."
He Qishou smiled and said that he poured tea to Wei Xizhuang.
Wei Xizhuang took a sip of tea, raised his head again, and said with a happy expression, "This week boy is really smart, he can come up with this way, hey, why didn't he do it himself?"
He Qishou stood in front of Wei Xizhuang and smiled and said, "I have been watching his Zhou Ji shop. In the past few days, there have been hundreds of taels in the account. I heard that the movement caused is not small, and many vendors who go north and south think Bring a little bit, Zhou Ji can’t get it out, so I can only find those dentistry shops, and those dentistry shops will raise the price..."
Wei Xizhuang was not a fool either, and he opened his eyes wide and said, "You mean, he conspired with those dentists to raise the price and make another money?"
He Qishou was only analyzing, and there was no evidence, so he had to laugh with him, "I don't know this little one."
Wei Xizhuang snorted and said, "It must be the case. Don't look at this kid's appearance. There are many tricks. We have to guard him in the future."
He Qishou suddenly smiled and said, "My boss, isn't he supposed to guard us a little bit?"
Wei Xizhuang was taken aback, rolled his eyes, and smiled irritably and proudly, "I didn't harm him, he was a man, and I arranged for him to be a seventh-rank official. How can there be such a good thing in the world? Even a Jinshi. It's okay and you have to wait!"
"Yes." He Qishou laughed again and again.
Wei Xizhuang looked up at He Qishou, his eyes brightened, and said, "Speaking of which, what's going on with that kid today?"
He Qishou said, "It's nothing, but his book boy went to our teahouse to inquire about the whereabouts of the owner and was pushed by me."
Wei Xizhuang smiled in satisfaction, nodded with a weird smile, his eyes flickered and he didn't know what he was thinking, and then suddenly said, "You are doing the right thing. Let him dry first. Don't let this kid suffer a bit, he doesn't know how The prince has a few eyes!"
He Qishou smiled and did not answer.
Wei Xizhuang seemed very proud, but in an instant he frowned and said, "Old Ho, I plan to go out for a few more days."
He Qishou's face changed slightly, he approached, and whispered, "My boss, what happened?"
Wei Xizhuang's expression was a little uncomfortable, frowning, and said, "It's not a big deal, but there is someone who wants to ransack the house, I don't want to go."
He Qishou sighed in his heart, pondered for a while, and said, "It's okay to go out, but there must be enough reasons to avoid dissatisfaction at the nine-thousand-year-old."
Naturally, Wei Xizhuang knew that after taking a sip of tea, he stood up and said, "First get the silver and send it there. Then I will find a suitable opportunity and go out of Beijing to hide for a month."
Seeing Wei Xizhuang's troubles, He Qishou's thoughts changed, and he said, "My boss, there is another brothel by the river..."
Wei Xizhuang waved his hand and said, "I don't have this thought now, you stare at the shop, I will go into the palace, and the palace is dead again."
He Qishou didn't dare to speak, it was a taboo about Gong Wei.
But he also guessed it, fearing that another empress suddenly died.
Wei Xizhuang picked up the knife and hurried away.
With Wei Xizhuang's energy, he deliberately avoided Zhou Zheng, and Zhou Zheng would definitely not be able to find it.
Zhou was reading and practicing calligraphy in the weekly journal, and he was in the "factory", which is the yard, to monitor for a while, then he returned to Zhou's mansion.
In the evening, at the dinner table, listening to Zhou Zheng’s narration, Zhou Qingli looked still, analyzing, "Li Hengbing mostly voted for the castration, otherwise he would not be able to come out. Fortunately, he still has some bottom lines and shouldn’t do anything to you. . However, in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, you must be careful about everything. People are unpredictable. Don't trust people easily, no matter who they are. Keep your duty in everything, don't intervene too much, ask your superiors if you are in trouble..."
Zhou Qingli talked a lot today, and he was obviously worried about whether Zhou Zheng could adapt to officialdom, and he was afraid that he would be miscalculated.
Zhou Zheng listened carefully and asked occasionally that he was indeed an officialdom Xiaobai.
The father and son asked and answered until late at night.
In the end, Zhou Qingli still said: "In officialdom, the most taboo is the subject of talk. You should use less of your weekly diary and use your silver with caution and buy more land."
This should be the traditional thinking of scholars, who have money to buy land, the descendants of Fuze.
Zhou Zheng did not argue, and agreed.
Early the next morning, wearing an official uniform, he entered the Metropolitan Procuratorate. He had just walked to the corridor of Zhejiang Road, and suddenly felt a bit strange.
It was quiet, some people looked at him with dazzling gazes, coming and going hurriedly. (End of this chapter)