When Yang Benman saw the poem at the beginning of "Jin Ping Mei", he suddenly felt shocked and felt it came.

This is really good.

Yang Benman, who is already in his old age, has several concubines at home.

One of the Silla maids who are Xinna this year is only sixteen years old.

That figure, small waist, and long legs...

Yang Benman couldn't help but tremble when he thought about it.

This poem simply expresses one's own thoughts.

Although no one's head falls, I secretly teach you that your bone marrow is dry.

Isn’t this my true experience?

Yang Benman immediately straightened his body and looked at the handwritten manuscript carefully.

Although it is a manuscript, it does not seem as comfortable as normal books.

However, Linghu Wujiang's handwriting is quite neat, so it doesn't mean that people will guess what the words they wrote, so it doesn't affect Yang Benman much

However, if you rely on hand-written, the speed will definitely be relatively limited.

Yang Benman felt that he had not drunk all the tea, and had already read the manuscript in his hand.

"Linghu, Linghu, come here!"

Yang Benman, who was still unsatisfied, immediately called Linghu Wujiang over.

"Censor Yang, are you looking for me?"

"Is this "Jin Ping Mei" sold in the outside bookstore?"

"No, I've already gone to Xinhua Bookstore yesterday. I asked about Sanwei Bookstore and Wenqu Bookstore, and none of them are available for sale."

"Then where did you copy this manuscript?"

"It's a friend!"

"In this way, go and ask your friend if he can give up the "Jin Ping Mei" in his hand. I will pay double the price, and I will pay ten coins to buy it!"

Yang Benman's wealth is also ranked among the top in Chang'an City.

For him, as long as he is happy and spends more money, it is not a big deal.

Yang Benman will not be stingy at all the happiness that money can bring.

"Yang Jingshi, I originally wanted to buy the book, but why don't people want to sell it? It's just that I can copy it by staying in his home."

Linghu Wujiang explained the situation in embarrassment.

"With less than one hundred stakes, as long as you can buy this book from your friend, what you save will be rewarded by me!"

Yang Benman didn't talk nonsense and just threw out a silver note worth 100 cents.

For him, the problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

And in this world, ninety percent of the problems can be solved with money.

Buy a copy of "Jin Ping Mei", which is obviously no exception.

As long as those people are not stupid, they will sell the books.

Anyway, this book is so popular, and there will definitely be a book shop selling it in a while.

At that time, no matter how expensive this book is, it is unlikely that it will cost more than one book once a day.

This kind of thing is obviously something that can make money by a time difference, and few people will refuse.

"Okay, I'll go there immediately after the amount is paid!"

"Don't wait for the value, you can go there now, the faster the better!"

Yang Benman's appetite has been completely lifted up, so how can he wait?
Chapter completed!