Great Liangzhen Fusi, starting as the villain

Time passed day by day, and before I knew it, it was May.

The temperature in Kyoto continued to rise, and after several dense spring rains, the vegetation grew wildly.

The peach trees in the small courtyard were in full bloom, and the pink and juicy peach blossoms were first covered with bones, and then began to bear fruit, becoming less beautiful.

The case of Lin Yushi's redress has been settled, and Uncle Wu Gong's "suicide in fear of crime" in prison has drawn a perfect end to this wave of hot spots.

early morning.

Qi Ping squatted under the peach tree, brushing his teeth seriously.

Although there are powders similar to toothpaste these days, their whitening ability is insufficient.

At any rate, Qi Ping was already very satisfied with the improvement compared to willow branches dipped in coarse salt.

"Pooh."

With a spit on the cheek, a cluster of water arrows shot out, hitting a deep hole in the ground, which is the characteristic of the second level of entraining air.

In the air sea, the true energy is more and more abundant, and the true energy in the air-inducing environment is still in the "gas state". After mastering it proficiently, it can "exhale and hurt people".

Of course, the power is limited, and the truth is a bit rogue.

Qi Ping couldn't think of such a trick, he learned it from Jin Yi in the yamen.

"Hey, you have learned this trick. When fighting with someone, spit on the opponent's face at the critical moment, it will have a miraculous effect!" Jin Yi said with a loud voice.

So, Qi Ping learned.

……

"It's time to eat!" Behind me, the little girl's call came from the dining hall.

"Here we come." Qi Pingpidianpidian entered the room, his eyes lit up.

This morning's meal is good, white and big meat buns, shelled eggs, a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup in the middle, and pickled cucumbers sprinkled with vinegar.

Take a bite, crisp and refreshing, Qi Ping is full of praise:

"Sister, this side dish is not bad, it's even better than the ones sold earlier outside."

Qi Shu wiped her hands, sat at the table, with pretty eyes, and said seriously:

"I plan to open a small stall to make money in the future."

It's really unnecessary... You look like a big brother who is useless... Qi Ping can't laugh or cry.

A few days ago, after receiving the monthly salary, I handed it over to Qi Shu, but the girl turned around and added two sets of clothes to him, saying that he was a "school captain" after all, and she couldn't wear a brocade robe all year round, and she had to wear it for occasional entertainment. The plain clothes that went out.

As a result, if the salary is not warm, most of it will be gone... The prices are really expensive.

"Fan Er? What's the matter, no appetite?"

At this time, Mr. Fan Er, who was wearing a long gown, round face, and small eyes, came into the hall and sat at the table with his face drooping, looking very depressed.

Qi Ping couldn't help asking questions curiously.

"Alas." Shopkeeper Fan sighed deeply after hearing this, and didn't want to speak.

She looks like a little lady who has been ravaged and ruined by society.

"He finished the accounts last night, and that's it." Qi Shu said while drinking, took a bite of the meat bun.

Settlement?

That's right, counting the days, it's been almost a month since Fan Er's opening. Qi Ping leaves early and returns late, so he doesn't pay much attention, but intuitively feels that the business is not very good.

"Don't hold back if you have something to say, and I'll give you a staff officer." Qi Ping put down his chopsticks and said.

When Master Fan Er heard this, he wanted to cry when he was wronged, and buried his head in silence.

"bad business?"

"kindness."

"How much did you sell last month?"

"...It's not enough to cover the rent." Fan Er said in shame.

When Qi Ping heard this, he lost his appetite. He didn't ask about "net profit", but only asked about "turnover".

After deducting costs, miscellaneous expenses, and some books that Fan Er sold at a loss in order to gain fame in the first month.

It can only be described as dismal.

If it doesn't change, if it continues, the second son's entrepreneurial project may fail again, and if he loses all, he can only return to the northwest county to inherit the family property...

Well, I don't seem to have anything to sympathize with... But, if Fan Er leaves, Qi Ping's financial pressure will increase sharply, not to mention, realizing the life goal of buying a house for my sister.

"Second, you can't give up!" Qi Ping said in a deep voice: "How can you not pay tuition in business? The current setback is just the darkness on the eve of the dawn."

Fan Er was shocked and nodded seriously: "I know."

After finishing speaking, she became depressed again: "But... what should I do."

He was at a loss. It only took one month from the great ambition at the beginning of opening the store to the current coldness.

"Is there any reason for the failure of self-reflection?" Qi Ping said seriously.

"It should be mediocre." Fan Er thought for a while and said:

"Although there are residents around, most of them have no demand. The imperial examination books are all ordered in the school. The common people don't like literary miscellaneous books. The best sellers are novels and daily booklets, but the profits are thin and there are not many of them. money."

Qi Ping asked curiously, "Are the novels sold very cheaply?"

Fan Er nodded:

"This one sells well, so everyone is selling it, but for second-hand books, most people have read or heard of them, so the price is very low.

If a new book comes out, it will be controlled by several large bookstores in Kyoto. They have a large quantity, thousands of copies at a time... My small shop, if I want to buy new books, they will not give it. "

Qi Ping's eyes sparkled: "What if you have a new book? If you print it yourself, can you do it?"

Fan Er was stunned for a moment: "It's okay, find a small workshop, and you can engrave it, but where can I get new books?"

Qi Ping coughed and was about to speak when he suddenly looked at Qi Shu:

"See if the fire is out in the house."

"Went out."

"Go and see again."

? ?The poor girl stared at him suspiciously, but after thinking about it, she turned her head and went into the house.

When the people left, Qi Ping said: "I wrote a book recently, you can read it later."

Fan Er had a disbelieving expression on his face, and wanted to complain, but held back.

write a book?You are a school captain, a martial artist who fights and kills, can you still write books?

Qi Ping smiled and said nothing.

A few days ago, he wanted to sell books to make money, but he didn't find time. After the revenge case was over, he got free time. Because of his reincarnation, the words he had read were vivid in his mind.

How to write it out is a problem, after all, there are many words, until he found that the talisman pen can do it for him...

So, in the past few days, when he practiced every day, he coded a little.

……

After dinner.

Qi Ping did not wear brocade clothes, but put on a brand new robe, sneakily took out a stack of manuscripts from the bedroom, entered the Liujiao Study Room, and handed it to Fan Er.

The latter did not hold any hope, but it was not easy to refuse, as long as he took it, glanced at it, and muttered:

"Let's talk about it first. I'll just take a look. It may not come out. The people in Kyoto have high vision, and many of them are written by scholars. Many of them are not good. You... Huh?"

In the middle of his speech, he suddenly stopped, and his whole body was trapped in the manuscript. At first, he was surprised by the good writing, but soon he was quickly grasped by the plot.

Holding the scroll in both hands, without squinting, he read two more pages. Suddenly, he saw an illustration. His face was flushed, his cheeks were hot, his eyes were shining, his body was leaning forward, and his tongue was salivating.

"How?" Qi Ping asked with a smile, "Is it practical?"

Only then did Fan Er wake up, come back to his senses, and realized that there was a person standing beside him, embarrassingly trying to slip into the cracks in the ground, but immediately, his eyes lit up:

"This golden bottle...is it really you who wrote it?"

Qi Ping laughed: "How can I have this ability, this is an occasional fragment of an ancient book from the past..."

Fan Er grabbed him: "Don't say it's useless, how many words are there?"

"Hundreds of thousands."

"Give me out?"

"Otherwise, but it's going to make money, and we'll split the bill fifty-fifty."

"Don't talk about five or five, you can do eight or two!" Fan Er stood up excitedly, trembling all over. Based on his knowledge of the book market in Kyoto, he dared to bet that this book would definitely be a hit.