Xiangye

Chapter 24 We are also people who eat imperial food

"This old man, he is still so vigorous despite his age!" Gao Wen was also considered to be a strong man with martial arts skills.But Yu Xingyan made a sudden move, but he couldn't react.

He really deserves to be a Sanqin man, Jiujiu old man!
Chasing out the door, looking at the dark street outside, Gao Wen shook his head.

"Wen'er, it's time to eat... Hey, why did the old man leave just now? You should stay with him for dinner." Gao's mother had already prepared dinner.

Gao Wen walked into the main room, sat at the table, looked at the miscellaneous noodles and steamed buns and millet rice, and slapped his head: "Oops, I forgot one thing."

"Wen'er, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, let's eat!" Gao Wen picked up the chopsticks and picked up a pickle for his mother.

Xindao: The contract is set, but "Journey to the West" takes one month from engraving, printing, spreading to the market, and final settlement.The family is so poor, this month is not easy.If I had known earlier, I should have asked old man Yu for an advance payment, so that life at home could be improved.Mother has worked hard all her life, so it's time for him to enjoy some blessings.

However, with Old Man Yu's impoverished and stingy temperament, asking him to pay in advance is undoubtedly seeking skin from a tiger.Well, that's it.I'll try again to see how to muddle through this month.

While gnawing on the cornbread, he was about to think.

Gao's mother asked: "Wen'er, what did the old man seek you for just now? I heard you say that you are so rich...Wen'er, although our family is poor, your grandfather had some family business at least, and he was well-known in his hometown. You can't do those criminal things!"

Gao Wen: "Mom, where are you thinking? How could my son mess around. Mother, is the story my son told?"

Gao's mother: "My son's story is naturally very good."

Gao Wen: "Didn't my son know a few words, so he wrote down the story and handed it to Boss Yu. He liked my story and said that he would give money to run the pen!"

Gao's mother: "You are a child, what kind of storybooks can you write. However, I think you have nothing to do these days, and you must be bored. Writing stories is also good for distraction." After finishing speaking, he sighed .

"Mother is right." Gao Wen said, "Mother, do you want to listen to the story? Let me tell you another paragraph."

Gao's mother nodded happily: "My son's story is nice, and mother likes it."

At this time, she suddenly said: "Wen'er, go and open the courtyard door, your seventh uncle came over with a basket in his hand, go and pick it up. Hey, they are all relatives, come as soon as you come, and bring anything. "

Gao Wen turned his head to look, only to see his seventh uncle Li Jinbao stepping into the yard carrying a bamboo basket.

He was completely convinced by his mother's hearing ability.

"His seventh brother, come in quickly, have you eaten yet?" Gao's mother hurriedly stood up.

Li Jinbao took a big step, and everyone entered the house. Before Gao Wen could speak, he waved his hand at him, and then glanced at the food on the table: "I haven't eaten, and I don't want to eat. Gao Wen, let's see what your family eats." Huh? I’m all grown up, and I still rely on my mother, so I’m not ashamed, this is for you.” After finishing speaking, he stuffed the basket into Gao’s mother’s hand, “Sister, please give me some kindness.”

Although he was scolded all the time, he could tell that Li Jinbao really cared about him, and Gao Wen felt warm in his heart: "Thank you, Uncle Qi."

Gao's mother: "It's good to let you spend money again. I don't know if the seventh brother came over late at night, but what happened to Wen'er last time?"

Li Jinbao: "It is indeed for that matter."

Gao's mother was a little nervous: "What did Mr. Huang say about that matter, is he going to pay people for medicine?"

"No, it's over."

Gao's mother was overjoyed and hurriedly asked Gao Wen to salute and thank her.

Li Jinbao was a little proud: "Your brother, I am also a team leader, so I still have some face. By the way, big sister, I have a very happy event to tell you."

Gao's mother: "What kind of happy event?"

Li Jinbao chuckled: "Just to let you know, the new county lord has arrived in our office this morning. Brother, I begged for favor from the lord, and made Gao Wen into my fast class as a yamen servant. "

"Ah, heaven bless, heaven bless." Gao's mother was so happy that she shed tears when she heard that her son got a job, she was very grateful for a while.

Gao Wen was also happy when he heard that he was made up for the fast class.Although the yamen servant's status is humble, he may not like it.But at this stage, I am too poor to eat three meals a day. If I have something to do, it is good to be able to get three meals a day.The so-called at which stage to say which stage.It doesn't matter if you are hungry or poor, but what about your mother?
He hurriedly saluted Lin Jinbao: "Thank you, Seventh Uncle."

Lin Jinbao shouted: "Gao Wen, after entering the fast class, at least two taels of silver can be given to the elderly mother every month. If it wasn't for your mother's sake, I wouldn't be bothered to take care of you as a troublemaker. From now on, I will work in the yamen It’s not as strong as being a citizen outside, you have to be tolerant in everything, and don’t insist on acting recklessly, do you understand? Report to the yamen tomorrow morning!”

After finishing speaking, he said "Let's go!" and turned to leave.

Although his words were harsh, Gao Wen could still hear the concern in them, and his heart felt warm.Then there was another burst of funny: Am I considered a formal gangster, have I sneaked into the system, and become a person who eats the emperor's food?In later generations, if you can enter the fast class, you will be a civil servant or a section member.It's just that in the Ming Dynasty, we had to be ranked last as yamen servants, and we had no professional dignity at all!
After leaving the courtyard of Gao Wen's house, Li Jinbao couldn't help shaking his head.This Gao Wen has recently changed his gender for some reason, as if he has changed into a different person, becoming smarter.If he is still as stupid as before, I dare not lead him into the yamen.Where is the Gongmen, there are all hungry wolves, and they are swallowed by people accidentally.If it was the old Gao Wen, he would have been bullied a lot.

However, now that he has changed his career, he has changed his gender, but he has offended that guy Huang Wei. In the future, people may not use his crutches to find fault with him.I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing for me to bring him in this time, hey, they are all relatives, so it's impossible to watch their mothers starve to death at home, right?
In fact, Gao Wen was able to enter the yamen this time, and Huang Wei made a condition: to make his niece and son-in-law Han Kui enter the yamen and become the head of the soap team. Yamen is on duty.

Because this matter was done secretly while the new magistrate had not taken office, it required the nods of several prominent figures in the yamen.Otherwise, if someone makes a fuss and makes a fuss to the top, the matter will become a scandal.

Bu Han Kui went to the Yamen to be the head of the team, and Huang Weiping added a helping hand.In the future, it will definitely be a big threat to Li Jinbao.However, in order to help Gao Wen, Li Jinbao had to agree.If he disagreed, not only would the conflict between himself and Huang Wei be brought to the fore, but Gao Wen might also suffer.

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"Second Uncle, what's the matter with you, but the manuscript has not been settled?" It was completely dark, and the door of Linlange Bookstore was suddenly pushed open.

Yu Shiyuan was arranging books in the bookstore when he saw his second uncle Yu Xingyan rush in sweating profusely, panting like a bellows.

There was still dirt on his body, and he had obviously fallen several times on the road, so he looked very embarrassed.

"I, me, old man... old man... huh..." He was still panting, unable to speak, and only pointed at the teapot.

Yu Shiyuan's heart sank, thinking that he had messed up the manuscript.He is also a person who likes to read. These days, like his second uncle, he has been thinking about the chapters after the first chapter of "Journey to the West" day and night.This time Yu Xingyan went to buy manuscripts from Gao Wen, and he was still looking forward to it in his heart.It's just that he's helping out with his second uncle now, so it's still inconvenient for him to say anything about matters involving a large sum of money, and he didn't go with him to Gao Wen's house.

Seeing that it was getting late, I planned to wash my feet and go to bed.But when the second uncle left, there was a hope in his heart, and his heart was like boiling hot soup, and he couldn't calm down no matter what.No way, I simply sorted out the books in the bookstore.

In the end, when this happened, he didn't want to ask any more questions, so he quickly poured a cup of tea for the second uncle.

Taking the cup and drinking it in one gulp, Yu Xing said, "It's done."

Yu Shiyuan: "What happened?"

Yu Xingyan took out a thick stack of manuscripts from his bosom: "The manuscript is here, here it is...ah, what are you grabbing, tear it up carefully, this is a phoenix that can only lay golden eggs!"

As he said that, he sighed again: "This Gao Wen is really a slippery official, and his character is really... He actually wanted to use this manuscript as a stake in my Linlang Bookstore, but this old man loves this book so much that he has no choice but to follow suit. Shi Yuan, Second uncle has been in business for more than ten years, when has he ever suffered such a loss, and he is still in the hands of a petty official?" He beat his chest and stomped his feet for a while, and probably talked about what happened at Gao Wen's house tonight: "Scholar Yuan, Shi Yuan, are you listening, you boy. The old man is already a bookworm, and you are even more a bookworm!"

But Yu Xingyan had picked up the manuscript of the second chapter of "Journey to the West" and was eagerly reading it.Under the candlelight, his eyes glowed with a strange look, and he groaned strangely from time to time.This situation is simply like a hungry ghost seeing a naked woman, how decent is it?

Hearing Yu Xingyan yell angrily, Yu Shiyun reluctantly moved his eyes away from the manuscript for a moment, and then dropped his eyes again.He replied indifferently: "I heard that, Second Uncle, I said you too. Gao Wen wants to share, you just promise him, what a big deal."

"You, you kid is not a business material. In this way, the risk is on my side of the bookstore. He Gao Wen doesn't need to do anything, and he can share [-]% of the profit. The profit is his, and the loss is his. But the old man has to bear it all."

Yu Shiyuan: "Second Uncle, what you said is wrong, even if you didn't agree to the share, you just bought Gao Wen's manuscript. You have to engrave three or four thousand copies of this first edition, and if you lose money, it's not your fault. Bear it, is it possible to go to others for compensation? It doesn't make sense in theory!"

"This... is true."

Yu Shiyuan: "My nephew doesn't know about my second uncle's intentions. You probably also believe in your heart that this book will be a big buy. If it is divided into shares, maybe a large sum of money will be given to others. It's just a pain in the ass. You also said that you are a person who has done more than ten books. For annual business, no matter if you are a businessman or a businessman, you can’t eat from the beginning to the end of a single transaction, and you have to share some of it with others.”

"You... are you calling Second Uncle greedy for profit?" Yu Xingyan was furious, and slapped him down.

Yu Shiyuan hurriedly picked up the manuscript to block it, with a sound of "Pa!"
Yu Xingyan exclaimed: "My manuscript, my manuscript." This slap happened to hit the manuscript. Gao Wen's family was poor, and the quality of the manuscript he used was extremely poor. With this slap, two pages were torn, and he was so distressed that he almost jumped stand up.

Hastily grabbed the past.

"Second Uncle, don't, I'm watching, I'll give the second time to my nephew. Second Uncle, my nephew talks nonsense, I apologize to you."

After talking good things for a long time, Yu Xingyan's anger subsided, and then he handed in the second draft.I also remembered that I only saw Erlang Shen and Monkey King fighting at Gao Wen's house before, and I haven't finished watching the final result.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt itchy, and I also found a manuscript and sat next to my nephew to read it carefully.

He read very slowly this time, one word at a time. He was afraid that he would read it too fast, and he would finish it in one sitting. He didn't know how many days he would have to wait until Gao Wen's next episode was finished. Wouldn't that be torture to death? ?
There is no never-ending banquet in the world, and the length is only about a hundred thousand words. When Tang Sanzang bid farewell to Tang Taizong and went west to learn Buddhist scriptures, the manuscript of this episode also reached a corner.

In despair, he put the last page of the manuscript on the table, feeling a sense of loss in his heart.

Looking back, my nephew was still buried in his studies, not making strange mutterings from time to time.

The sky was bright outside the window, and the uncle and nephew accidentally stayed up all night.

At this time, Yu Xingyan suddenly remembered something - Gao Wen's "Journey to the West" has not yet given a pen name!

It seems that Gao Wen forgot.

He smiled, picked up the pen simply, and wrote "Written by the People of Xieyue Mountain" on the cover.In the book, Monkey King learned 72 changes in the Three Star Cave on the oblique moon, and he practiced his magical skills all over the world.I hope that this book will also bring wealth and good luck to Gao Wen and himself.

Gao Wen would not reject this pseudonym, would he?

The weather was surprisingly cold, and after sitting in the room all night, Yu Xingyan felt his whole body go stiff.

Pushing open the window, the crisp air blows in with a few flakes of snow.

Only then did I remember that it was already November, and the first snow in the 14th year of Zhengtong came very late.

(End of this chapter)