The Begonia Sea that lives in Yunshan is naturally well-deserved.

Cheng Chu exchanged Yan Qing's three-day viewing of flowers for the 100,000 taels of silver, which really made him feel that the money was worth it. Not only was the good spending, but the service was also good. He wrote a basket of poems until he went down the mountain for three days after he was delicious, drinking, and enjoying it.

Turn around in three steps and say goodbye to Haitang Haiyiyi.

Liuli was funny, "I know why Mr. Yan came to him for exchange. It turns out that it is not only rich in silver, but also a person who cherishes flowers and loves flowers. Both are indispensable."

"How is his poem written?" Ling Hua asked with a smile.

"I am a talented person. I have been able to write a collection of poems in these three days."

Ling Hua nodded, "Appoint our bookstore to release it for him. We will open Nanshan tomorrow. As long as we have 100,000 taels of silver, we can enjoy it for three days."

Liuli was suddenly happy, "If Mr. Yan knew that his move had fulfilled our way of making money, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh."

Ling Hua bent the corner of his mouth, "No matter whether he cries or laughs."

After Cheng Chu returned to the capital, he didn't even go back home and went straight to Duanjing Hou Mansion.

Yan Qing wondered if he regretted coming to him for money, and asked him cautiously, "Brother Cheng, are the crabapple flowers beautiful?"

Cheng Chu nodded excitedly, "It's so beautiful, so beautiful. I've never seen such a beautiful crabapple flower. Thank you, Brother Yan, I'm lucky in my three lives, and I have no regrets in this life."

Yan Qing: "...that's good."

Cheng Chu took out a basket of poems and pulled Yan Qing to be excited, "Brother Yan, I have written many poems. Come on, you gave me the opportunity, but I didn't appreciate the sea of ​​crabapple. I wrote poems for all the beautiful crabapple. You can appreciate them from the poems!"

Yan Qing: "..."

Seeing that Cheng Chu was very excited, he wanted to see the value of the harvest of 100,000 taels of silver, so he reluctantly turned around and looked.

"Well, Brother Cheng is very talented and talented!"

Cheng Chu was very happy, "Brother Yan won the prize!"

Yan gently held back and read a few poems and covered her head, "Brother Cheng, no, I have a headache, a headache."

Cheng Chu woke up kindly like a dream, and quickly threw away the poem's draft with a look of guilt, "I'm sorry, Brother Yan, I forgot that you can't read the poem's draft."

Yan Qing hid far away from the poem, covered her head and said in pain, "Brother Cheng, take it to others!"

"Okay, okay, I'll take it away immediately." Cheng Chu did not say anything, packed up all the manuscripts, took it away.

After he left, Yan slowly put down his hand.

Duan Yang walked to him, "Little Marquis, do you want to hire a doctor?"

Yan Qing waved her hand and lay weakly on the table, saying with a bad expression, "No, it hurts for three days at most, I can bear it, so don't drink bitter medicine soup."

Duan Yang shut up.

Yan slapped for a while and muttered, "Is the crabapple in Qiyun Mountain really so beautiful? Is that fool Cheng Chu written so many poems."

"It's probably good-looking!"

"I lost money. I would have known that I would have asked him for 200,000 taels. I had three sika deer and had a headache for three days, which was not worth it."

Duanyang: "…"

Cheng Chu took the manuscript of the poem and left Duanjing Hou Mansion, planning to find the next friend to appreciate his poems, but was stopped halfway.

This man was in his thirties and was full of scholarly aura and bowed to Cheng Chu, "Young Master Cheng, I am the shopkeeper of Sihai Bookstore. The manuscripts in your hand are willing to cooperate with you to publish a collection of poems. I wonder what you think?"

Cheng Chuyi was stunned, "I...I haven't thought about publishing a collection of poems yet."

The man smiled, "Don't you want your poetry collection to be published and seen by countless people? Especially the begonia of Qiyun Mountain in your writing, it is so beautiful that it is not seen by the world."

"Yes, what a pity." Cheng Chu nodded.

"You handed the poem manuscript to our Sihai Bookstore. We printed the poem manuscript so that those who have long admired Qiyun Mountain can not only see how good your literary talent is, but also how beautiful the crabapple in Qiyun Mountain is. You can still earn some money. Isn't it a three-kill for one shot?"

"……yes."

"Then what are you waiting for? Why not follow Sihai Bookstore now. Our Sihai Bookstore publishes books quickly and works day and night. In three days, you can read the poems with your collection. You can also give all relatives and friends a collection of poems to everyone to read. It is not as high-end as this scattered poems? It is also in line with the precious begonia sea in Qiyun Mountain and your precious poems."

"You are right." Cheng Chu was moved and became excited again, "Let's go to your Sihai Bookstore."

The man nodded and took Cheng Chu to Sihai Bookstore.

Because he wanted to make the most exquisite poetry collection, the cost was naturally higher than that of ordinary paper. A collection of poetry was priced at three taels of silver. The agreement signed by Cheng Chu and Sihai Bookstore was that the printing cost of Sihai Bookstore accounted for one tael of silver, and the remaining two taels of silver was half a share with Cheng Chu, with a ratio of five to five. Cheng Chu had no objection and happily signed a cooperation contract with Sihai Bookstore. Both parties stamped their seals and pressed their handprints.

Three days later, Cheng Chu printed 50,000 copies of his poetry collection. Cheng Chu received 50,000 taels of silver to account and obtained his own poetry collection. He had never seen such an exquisite poetry collection before, and there weren't on the market. He was so happy that he immediately bought a thousand copies himself and asked someone to take them in a car to go to the mansion he had with him, and gave them one by one, including Duan Jinghou's mansion.

He was happy. Even if Yan Qing couldn't read poetry and prose, he wanted to express his gratitude to him, and gave someone one and ten copies of Yan Qing.

When the ten collections of poems were placed on the light table by the housekeeper, they looked exquisite and gorgeous, and they were pleasing to the eye.

Yan Qing had a headache after three days, and glanced at him and asked, "Where did the collection of poems come from?"

The housekeeper immediately said, "The manuscript sent by Mr. Cheng and the manuscript he wrote that day has been published into a collection of poems. Now he is sending relatives and friends from house to house. In order to thank you, Mr. Cheng, I gave you ten copies and said that it doesn't matter if you don't read it, you can collect it first and read it one day later."

Yan Qing: "..."

What exactly happened in these three days?

He walked to the table curiously, picked up the poetry collection, flipped it over, threw it down, and did not take a look at it, commenting, "The quality is good, which bookstore did it?"

"Sihai Bookstore."

Yan Qing paused, "Ling Family?"

“That’s right!”

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Chapter completed!