This is a book priced at nearly four taels of silver. When a professor like Mr. Lin earns two months' income, so many people buy it, and it is sold out of stock
The news was so good that it felt unreal, and he couldn't hold back his calm expression any longer.
The shopkeeper Ji also had a dizzy look on his face, holding the account book, and showed him today's account and order slips. "Lianfang Lu" sold surprisingly well, more than 300 copies were sold in just one morning, but the shopkeeper insisted not to sell any more, so he barely kept more than 100 copies, leaving a little stock for tomorrow's sales.
Even though Cui Xie planned the entire sales process by himself, he painted beautiful paper, and let those scholars exchange words for paper, starting from the Chongyang Poetry Festival to build momentum step by step, he did not expect to be able to sell this momentum.
He originally thought that the hardcover would sell at most two or three hundred copies like Shen Yuan's poetry collection, and he also thought about sending the unsellable ones to other places, and then releasing black and white paperbacks to seize the low-income market, and selling thousands of copies in total was the limit. But as soon as it opened today, the store sold more than 100 copies of the individual customers who lined up to buy it. Military officers, county officials, wealthy households in this city, and other rich households also flocked in an endless stream.
If it wasn't for the shopkeeper Ji, seeing the sales momentum, he rejected all the colleagues who wanted to help them distribute and sell them, and even the last two hundred books could be sold short. During the day, the printers and handymen rushed to work, and even Cui Jian didn't care about printing, so they only drove out more than a hundred sets, which together were only enough to sell for one day.
Everyone was happy and worried.
The happy thing is that the entire cost of this book is only one or two or three dollars a book. The price is three to nine, and more than 300 sets are sold during the day, and the net profit is 800 taels. The worry is that there are not enough manpower, and the printed ones can't keep up with the sales - if you can stay overnight tonight, will you have to work every day in the future
But compared to a few months ago, Cui Xie only had 30 taels of silver in his body, and the owner of the inn depended on the kindness of the owner; compared to the days when the shopkeepers were so poor that they could only rent out the study yard for food, now this A little trouble can be said to be happy.
Cui Xie pondered for a while, and said to several craftsmen: "I know that everyone is reluctant to pass on this color printing craft to outsiders, and I don't want to let the bookstores outside know about it. But if any of you have nephews and apprentices in your family who are willing to work in the bookstore, Bring them here to sign a paperwork."
In the past, the craftsmen did not want their children to hang around in this hopeless bookstore, but now it is not what it used to be: the store has the only color printing technology in two Beijing and thirteen provinces, and it can make money, and the owner is generous and generous. If a child can come here to work, it would be better to do it elsewhere.
They asked regularly: "Our little brats have only been practicing for a few years, and they can't do big jobs. We don't need so many handymen in this store, right?"
Cui Xie recalled the young craftsmen and apprentices who were helping in the backyard these days, and encouraged with a smile: "The children you brought in these days are all very good, sensible and diligent. Teach them more in the future, so you don't have to hide your secrets. Let them learn the skills as soon as possible and take care of themselves, and we will open a branch in Beijing in the future."
He was young, and when he talked about the apprentices who were a few years older than him, they all looked at children. But no one present would find this gesture ridiculous, but only thought that he was mature and reliable. Several craftsmen looked at each other and said at the same time, "Young Master Kuanren, we will definitely pick sensible and capable children to apprentice in our bookstore!"
The shopkeeper Ji said unwillingly, "My poor son has also been running a business outside for a few years. In the future, the book sales in Qian'an will be almost there, so I will ask him to run to Beijing, and he will definitely be able to name us Zhirong Study. The number is fighting in the capital!"
Cui Xie also smiled: "These are all things in the future, don't worry for now. I guess this book is just a good preparation for publicity before, and customers will come to buy it as soon as it goes on sale, and it won't be so popular in the future. You have to work harder these days. ICBC has all doubled this month. When the limelight is over, I will give you a holiday in turn."
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After the study opened on the next day, there was another round of panic buying.
When Cui Xie arrived at the school, he heard several senior brothers complaining that his family's books were too difficult to buy. They left school in the afternoon and rushed to buy them. The books in the store were already sold out, so they made their trip in vain. After complaining, they asked him if he had books at home. They wanted to buy them directly from him.
Brother Yue, those who had already bought the book, also asked with a bitter face, "Do you have any other big pictures in your house? My servant is not very lucky, and even bought three Huayi Fairies, can you replace Zhang Wanning's and the ghost girl for me? Arou's?"
Senior Brother Wang came over and exclaimed in surprise: "Do you have Fairy Huayi? I have two of the goddesses of Mount Tai, do you want to change them? Brother Xie's picture is actually sealed in a box at will, and you can't pick or change it. How much effort does it take to assemble four pictures!"
A few senior brothers who pooled money to buy a set also lamented that one picture did not know how to divide it, and those who bought four and had not yet collected the complete set were busy changing pictures.
Only Zhao Yinglin, who entered the Cui family's study last night, smiled and said nothing—although he only received a picture of Wanning, the demon fox, but there were a few life-size hanging paintings in Cui Xie's study. Carefully and individually, I watched it for a long time!
Soon the morning bell rang, interrupting the students' unprofessional communication. Mr. Lin walked into the lecture hall with the book in his hand, looked at the scholars in the hall, coughed lightly, and said coldly, "You guys have been a little restless these days. Don't talk anymore."
Everyone was apprehensive, guessing if the husband also bought "Lianfang Lu", he was addicted to it, and they were going to be put on vacation today.
There is no vacation, of course.
Mr. Lin took out two fully copied ink rolls from the stack of books in the folder, and threw them to Yue Su, who was looking for someone to change the paintings just now. , Mo Yi, if there is something wrong, just wait until you go back and copy the book."
The whole house was full of joy and fluttering, waiting to continue talking about the stories in the book and exchanging portraits while resting.
Although Cui Xie is a good student who doesn't talk about painting and calligraphy, but today's restlessness is caused by his family's books, so he has to be silent again.
Fortunately, he started reading for a short period of time, and the four books he memorized were still fresh. These days, he has repeatedly read the eight parts for learning to write, and he remembers all the classics and meanings firmly. Be careful when transcribing, backspace when it should be backspaced, avoid reading when it should be avoided, and write the words round, light and black, and no ink spots are left on the scroll, there will be no problem.
After Mr. Lin had finished teaching the three little Meng children, he went along the table to check their dictation, and if there were any mistakes or the surface of the scroll was stained, he would directly mention them, and asked them to go back and copy the questions hundreds of times.
Looking at Cui Xie in front of him and looking at the paper as neat as a copybook, his expression improved. He nodded slightly, and said, "A scholar should look like a scholar. No matter what you have to do outside, as long as you enter the school, When you see the statue of the former master, you must think that this is where the sages are, and you must clean up those filthy thoughts in your lungs and then read the book!"
This is not only for Cui Xie, but also for those students who started talking about the fairy in the academy.
All sentient beings pressed their heads even lower, racking their brains to recall the meaning of the scriptures, for fear of making a mistake, and they would have to copy the books when they went back. Cui Xie also lowered his head and scribbled conscientiously. He was even more afraid that his husband would remember that he was the one who seduced all living beings from the book.
Fortunately, Mr. Lin didn't say much about the matter. After reading Cui Xie's paper, he said: "You write here first, come with me. I ask you, yesterday I said I would teach you to be right, so are you prepared? ?"
Yesterday... Yesterday the classmates were busy going home to read books, and he was busy settling accounts with the shopkeeper. Later, he left the matter of what the husband wanted to teach couplets behind his head. How could he even think of this! When the matter came to the fore, when I was nervous, I couldn't think of it anymore, so I had to sacrifice the omnipotent answer: "Sir, what you teach your disciples is of course the knowledge you should take the exam. The disciple is dull and doesn't know where to start. "Class" re-read it again, and I hope Mr.
With a smile on his face, Mr. Lin said, "You have learned a little, but you still can't think of it. Of course, I teach you not to make you go out to be a prodigy and play with people everywhere, but to do a good job in the text of the scriptures. , you must have the skills of writing and writing. The eight comparisons are stacked layer by layer, and the written words are compared with each other, the words are neat, and the reading is more beautiful with rhythm and urgency.”
Cui Xie recalled the first essay collection of the county government road test. After entering the question, the main text really has two opposite chapters like self-duan—the name of Bagu comes from this.
He nodded his head if he realized something, and asked, "Sir, are you going to teach me how to do eight games officially today?"
Mr. Lin said: "You have just learned to write 'start talking, enter the question' for a few days, and you are eager to learn to make eight comparisons. For the first couplet of the sentences, you can also extract the words and sentences from the four books. One is to test whether you have memorized the books thoroughly, and the other is to write in the style of the sages. The four books are all sages. Learn more. Practice, and you can write it out at random when you are in the exam room.”
Is it to extract sentences from the book and make them into couplets? It's not too difficult, is it? Cui Xie was relieved, and replied, "Sir, please ask the question."
Mr. Lin said, "Yuanquan is a bastard."
Cui Xie Xia broke many questions, and subconsciously said: "From "Mencius: Li Lou Xia", Mencius said: Yuanquan is a scoundrel, not giving up day and night..."
Mr. Lin interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "I don't want you to endorse it, but I want you to find out the opposite sentences from the Four Books."
Cui Xie hurriedly paused, thinking about how to converse.
It is very simple to match these four words. He can answer a bunch of words like "Crescent Moon Yingying" and "Hometown Cang Cang" just thinking about it, but what Mr. Lin wants is not only confrontation, but also from the four books.
He couldn't think of it for a long time, and was so anxious that he almost opened the file and saw that it was right. But for the purpose of exercising memory, I still resisted the thought and started reciting it from "University". When I was reciting the paragraph "The so-called peace in the world is governing the country", the following sentence suddenly came into my mind.
His eyes lit up, looked up at Mr., and blurted out: "Weishiyanyan! Poetry: 'Jiepi Nanshan, Weishiyanyan'!"
Mr. Lin stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction: "That's it. It's a bit slow, but you haven't been exposed to these word games before, so it's not bad. I'll leave you a few more questions, so you can take this opportunity to Combing through the four books several times, you have to be so thoroughly familiar that you can only pick out a few words from the text, and then you can know which one comes from and which words you can match. Once you have mastered these, you will be able to test the small questions in the county road test in the future. I can't stop you."
He unceremoniously came up with a dozen or so questions, considering that Cui Xie was a beginner, and the questions were all four-character and five-character questions.
This homework was even more difficult than writing an essay. Cui Xie memorized the four books over and over again, comparing word by word. When he got home, his face was blue from exhaustion. The Cui Yuan father and son and the shopkeeper Ji, who were staying at home, had mixed expressions on their faces. They held account books and money and told him that the sales this day were better than yesterday, and there were only a hundred newly made today at home. Set of books.
- Not only did the customers who didn't get in yesterday lined up early to buy, but some of the ones that were bought yesterday had to go back and re-buy them, and they needed four sets, and they had to add money to let the guys help them match the four beauties!