Chapter 52 The mud horse phenomenon (Part 2)

This Mud Horse Crossing the River Xiong Damu is also an idol to Zheng Guofan. It is like a Kung Fu movie fan suddenly returned to the 1970s and saw Bruce Lee, a Dream of Red Mansion fan suddenly arrived in the Qing Dynasty and saw Cao Xueqin in the Qianlong period. Of course, Zheng Guguan was not a demented literary woman Yan Qingwei. When he saw this Mr. Xiong Damu, he was more rational than excited. He said, "You are so kind of writing in my book is better than you. I can show it to you." It's already very considerate to give my idol face."

The so-called disciples do not have to be inferior to teachers, and teachers do not have to be as good as disciples. Mr. Xiong is of course a pioneer in the literary world, but he is just a pioneer.

Therefore, he looked at Mr. Xiong Damu and handed over the notebook in his hand.

Mr. Xiong is also a veteran. When his in-law Mr. Yu was about to buy Zheng Guguan’s notebook, he didn’t interrupt. When the official turned his head and left, he spoke. It was also a hidden rule in a bookstore. Therefore, when he reached out to take the notebook, Mr. Yu’s face changed and he immediately reached out to stop him, "This guy, how about twenty taels, twenty taels?"

It was really endless. Zheng Guguan was angrily thrust his hand, "No five hundred taels, don't open your mouth, Mr. Xiong, do you... want to see?"

He was afraid that if the pioneer saw it, he would bargain at 50 taels and 100 taels, so he simply set a price for himself first.

This price made Mr. Yu blush and his face turned red and his mouth was stunned, "It's really... I don't think I'm a son..."

This is not to be a son of humans, which means that he is ashamed of not being able to be a son, but the good official will never think that Mr. Yu is ashamed of not being able to be a son. Therefore, it can be concluded that the old man’s meaning is another meaning, curse.

When a literati scolds people and says they are not a son of human beings, it means that they are insulting their politeness and being insulting their politeness.

The good official sneered at it, mud horse, you are wearing a Confucian shirt, you can make money with a bad heart, but I can't. Whose family's reason is this? It really takes the big head's words to describe this strongest resentment: scholars are the most shameless.

After all, he was able to gain a reputation in history. Mr. Xiong smiled and was quite cunning. "Brother, I always have to see it before I know if it is worth five hundred taels."

"Old sir, I'll just say it!" The good official simply made it clear, "This book Nie Xiaoqian, I wrote in Shuntian Mansion, about 120,000 words, and sold to Deyifang was 300,000 silver. This book is 300,000 silver! When I went south to Ningbo, I wrote on a ship, about 170,000 words..." His words were clearly marked, and I had 1,000 words for three taels of silver, just this price.

Mr. Yu was panting, and scolding his colleague from the north in his heart to the point of being stinking. He actually offered such a high price to disrupt the market. I curse you to have a son and be a eunuch.

"By the way, I was born in Zheng Guofan in the evening, with his courtesy name Fengzhang, and his teacher, Mr. Shen Dunyu. He was the first-ranked Jinshi of the Xinwei Certificate in the fifth year of Longqing. He is now serving as the county magistrate of Daxing County under the rule of Shuntian Prefecture." He pulled Mr. Shen over. Seeing the faces of the two old men changed, he was also a little proud in secret. As expected, the first-ranked Jinshi of the second-rank was quite scary, not to mention that the county magistrate in Jing County was also high, and the fifth rank of the Tang system was above the fifth rank, and although the Ming system was reduced, it was also the sixth rank.

When I said this, I obviously told these two old gentlemen that I, a disciple of the second-class Jinshi, wouldn’t it be worth 500 taels to write a book?

Not to mention, the literati are really cheap, so they just take this trick. The two old men looked at each other and thought that although this little official was young, his words made sense. He took the title of his teacher and went to Ningbo Prefecture to ask the prefect to fight Qiufeng, and he could get two or three hundred taels!

If you count this way, these five hundred taels are not expensive.

Mr. Yu's anger disappeared immediately. Who said that his teacher was from a Jinshi and he was only from a scholar? It would be profitable to buy 500 taels of silver to print. At worst, just use bamboo paper to print.

No matter in any dynasty, if there are counterfeit goods, most people would not use genuine goods. After all, the prices here vary a lot. For example, in the book-engraving industry, in the early Ming Dynasty, it was thin cotton paper. By the middle and late Ming Dynasty, book shop owners switched to cheaper bamboo paper in order to seek the best interests, so that Xie Wulin, the doctor of the Ministry of War, cursed bad booksellers in his notes, saying: The country used thin cotton paper at the beginning, and its color was beyond the Yuan Dynasty and Song Dynasty. Since its founding, it has gradually become simple, and it has become extremely ugly today!

There were hundreds of types of paper of various materials in the Ming Dynasty, but undoubtedly, bamboo paper was the cheapest, which is what Xie Wulin called "extremely ugly!" But the bookkeeper didn't care about your set, and how to get the cheapest, otherwise how could he make money!

The most famous person for using paper is Mr. Xiong Damu, the old man from Jianyang, Fujian. He is the cheapest bamboo paper in the world. I don’t know how much money Mr. Xiong Damu has earned for paper alone.

The two old men's eyes intertwined, and they reached out their hands almost at the same time. One person and half of them grabbed the book on the hand of the good official, "Five hundred taels, I want it."

Hearing this, the good official breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It would be fake to say that he was not nervous. After all, the family was about to be cut off, otherwise why would he have to bring up the county magistrate Shen, who gave him the name Fengzhang, to be the banner!

"Two old gentlemen, one daughter does not marry two husbands, so this book has to be sold for one family..." The good official was not in a hurry, so he had the intention to tease the two old gentlemen.

"Six hundred taels, Yuanyi, my brother, don't rob me." Xiong Damu won by inferior paper, and he was also a big book merchant. He opened his mouth and increased by 100 taels, unlike Zhao Cangjing, the former owner of the Deyifang, who increased the price by 100 taels.

"Brother, your Zhongzhengtang is far away from Fujian. Ningbo is just a branch. How can you do this book well? Don't rob me of it." Mr. Yu Xuan glared at him. At this time, no matter whether the in-laws or in-laws or not, where can the in-laws have money to marry?

"Seven hundred taels." Xiong Damu smiled and added another hundred taels. Although he himself did not see the content of the book, he was still confident in his in-laws' eyes. After decades of friendship, he knew this old brother very well. If it weren't for the book that was very popular, he would not have tried to grab it. "Yuanyi, my brother, although my Zhongzhengtang is only a branch in Ningbo, he is confident that he can print this book well."

Mr. Yu Xuan only felt his heart beat faster and he was dizzy. You old guy, will you die if you add less money? Ningbo is not that cheap Fujian bamboo paper. If you add it like this, how can I make money?

He held the notebook in his hand tightly and refused to let go. His tone softened. He begged a little, and said, "Brother, the notebook written by this disciple of the first Jinshi of the second class must be extraordinary. It must be exquisitely crafted. Please ask a few famous scholars to criticize me. I am a local tiger? I am also more familiar with the local celebrities. I am right? Besides, you and I have both fame and fortune. It is so vulgar!

The good official was stunned by the two old gentlemen, especially this old gentleman, who is really the best! Why was it so good when you talked to me about money just now?

Mr. Xiong Damu was not moved by the begging expression on his face. Although I have been intimate with you for decades, I am still in-laws. However, when I am doing business, business is business. Therefore, I kept silent and slowly said to the good official: "Fengzhang, what do you think about Eight Hundred Taxi?"

Keep going, you keep going! The good officials hope that the two of them will continue to raise the price! To put it bluntly, they can make money, but they only make more and less. But I have earned hard money. Not to mention how many brain cells died, I wrote it down with a pen of more than 100,000 yuan, and my wrists would be broken.

"Xiong Fuzhen." Mr. Yu Xuan's face turned blue and gray. He shouted, frightening everyone in the store. He looked up and saw an old man in Confucian robe and an old man in Taoist robe staring at each other's beards.

Mr. Yu shouted out Xiong Damu's name, and the good official even thought that the two old men were going to fight. As a result, Mr. Yu was as hard as the steel knife made by Mr. Qi. In the second moment, it was as soft as the clear soup noodles that had just been fished out. The orange peel on his face smiled, "Damu, don't argue with me, just treat it as a money for my daughter-in-law's body, okay?"

Mr. Yu's daughter-in-law is naturally Mr. Xiong's daughter. He said so. What else can Xiong Damu do? He sighed and slowly let go of his hand holding the notebook. Mr. Yu was overjoyed and turned to the good official and said, "Brother... no, Feng Zhang! Eight hundred taels, I bought it."

When he said this, his heart was bleeding! I knew it before, when I read the notebook, I just gave him a quick price of 2,300 taels. Judging from Zheng Guofan's appearance at age thirteen or fourteen, he was a young man who was famous and successful. He should not be able to hold his face to beat Qiu Feng. Then he wrote the lyrics and talks and sold it. I guess he could sell it even if he threw it at 2,300 taels.

He felt so regretful. When he read the notebook, he had already concluded that it was a notebook that was destined to be famous. It was almost certain to sell it. It was just out of the instinct of a merchant, and it was natural to sell it. Moreover, although there were also famous scholars and even nobles who wrote the lyrics at this time, and the top scholars were not uncommon, but most of the people who wrote the lyrics were low-level literati, and they were very satisfied with selling it for a few taels of silver. Over the years, Yu Xuan has become accustomed to treating these low-level literati who sell the notebooks. Five or twenty taels are enough to smash these poor people.

Although he was wearing a Confucian shirt, he was already a businessman in his bones. Confucian shirt was just a concrete manifestation of his status.

The good official smiled and said, "Eight Hundred Taxis," he was already very satisfied. After all, in the Ming Dynasty, he could not talk about royalties with others, and no one talked about royalties with you. If a lyric is sold well, there will definitely be countless bookstores who come to copy the papers and pirated ones. Who should I ask for a complaint? Even those high-ranking officials and famous scholars, the books they wrote will inevitably be pirated.

For example, the Minister of Justice and Prince Shaobao Wang Shizhen wrote "The Legend of Swordsman" to the bookkeepers for many times, but no bookkeeper took the initiative to give the Prince Shao a silver tax to the Prince Shao.

For example, the novel "The Legend of Lanya" written by the Henan Provincial Governor Hu Rujia is called the one that people cannot bear to say in the boudoir. Obviously, this is a color. The love novel, the Senate of the General Secretary is equivalent to the vice governor of later generations, and the writing is a color. The owners of the bookstore still copy the book, and the royalties of the General Secretary cannot even get the royalties of Yongle Tongbao.
Chapter completed!