After hearing Han Yuehua's far-fetched words, everyone else fell silent.

The Marquis of Zhenbei’s Mansion is a Marquis’ Mansion!

There is no shortage of money!

A servant's monthly salary is several hundred taels!

And the young master Zhao Lin doesn't have a penny!

Zhao Mingzhu looked at Han Yuehua disappointedly: "Do you know that he only has two sets of clothes, and he has to borrow needles and thread to mend them when they get torn? He's been home for three years, three years, and he only has two sets of clothes!"

Han Yuehua was stunned for a moment, then angrily said, "If he doesn't say anything himself, who can he blame? Are you blaming me for not caring about him? Don't I care enough about him? If I hadn't been so persistent in looking for him, he would still be begging in a beggar's den!"

The second child, Zhao Mingyue, echoed, "Mom is right. Our family provides us with food, clothing, shelter, and other necessities. If he doesn't speak up when he's already grown up, who can we blame? Is he still a child, making his parents ask about it every day?"

The third brother, Zhao Mingxiao, also said, "I think he is deliberately pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy and to ruin the reputation of our Zhenbei Marquis Mansion."

"Second and third sisters are right. As soon as he came, I realized that he had bad intentions. He stole our things and he was not short of money at all. We must teach him a lesson." Zhao Mingya echoed.

"You are right! When he comes back, he will be severely punished and cannot come out unless he kneels in the ancestral hall for half a month!" Han Yuehua gritted her teeth.

Zhao Mingzhu sighed.

Zhao Mingya quickly changed the subject: "Have you found any clues as to where he went?"

"No." Zhao Mingyu said. "There's nothing in his room."

"He must have sold them all secretly." Zhao Mingya said.

Zhao Mingyu shook his head.

Han Yuehua said sternly: "We must find him back!"

"Get it back before the scientific expedition!"

"Go to his old charity, where he knows people, and ask them if they know anything."

"Mingzhu, Mingyue, Mingxiao, spread out everyone in your mansion and have them search together. But don't let them know who it is. Just say it's the servant who stole something from the mansion, okay?"

"All right."

Zhao Mingzhu, Zhao Mingyue, and Zhao Mingxiao all agreed.

"By the way, Chen Han must not know about this, so as to avoid him from thinking too much."

Finally, Han Yuehua gave another reminder.

…

As one of the four great books of ancient China, Jin Ping Mei was once listed alongside Journey to the West, Water Margin, and Romance of the Three Kingdoms. This shows that it is not just an erotic novel in the eyes of ordinary people, but also has profound literary, ideological, and social significance.

As one of Zhao Lin's enlightenment novels, although he cannot recite it word for word, he can remember the general plot.

I wrote for ten consecutive days and finally finished it.

Zhao Lin brought the manuscript to a bookshop.

Qingfeng Bookstore.

The largest bookstore in the capital.

Many famous poems, songs, novels and stories were printed and sold by them.

To read a good book like Jin Ping Mei, one naturally has to look for the largest bookstore.

Zhao Lin walked into the gate with the manuscript in his hand.

Seeing that Zhao Lin was dressed simply, the shop assistants did not greet him.

Only a young girl came forward and asked, "Sir, what do you want to buy?"

Zhao Lin said: "Sell the manuscript."

"What manuscript?"

"Popular fiction."

"Show it to me."

Zhao Lin handed the opening to the girl, who took one look and blurted out, "Great handwriting!"

Of course it's a good handwriting. Zhao Lin has practiced calligraphy specially, especially the Song Huizong's Slender Gold Style, which is so realistic that who would not praise it when seeing it?

The girl asked excitedly, "What kind of handwriting is this? It's so thin, hard, and clear, with such powerful strokes. I've never seen it before. It can be said to be the beginning of a new style. This calligraphy alone is worth a fortune."

Zhao Lin said, "Slender Gold Style was created by a great calligrapher. Let's read the book first."

"Okay, wait a moment."

The girl continued reading, her face soon flushed. She glared at Zhao Lin coquettishly and wanted to throw the manuscript aside, but she insisted on reading it. Her expression soon became serious. After finishing it, she was still not satisfied and asked, "What about the rest?"

Zhao Lin smiled.

The girl suddenly realized: "Please come in."

After bringing Zhao Lin to the wing room, the beautiful woman couldn't wait to ask, "Excuse me, who wrote this book?"

"Me." Zhao Lin said.

"Sir, did you write this yourself?"

The girl looked Zhao Lin up and down, blinking her beautiful eyes, not believing it.

Zhao Lin was a little impatient and said, "Do you want it? If you want it, name your price."

The girl asked, "How about one hundred taels?"

“Too little.”

Are you kidding? This is one of the four great books of ancient China, and you only give me one hundred taels?

The girl said helplessly, "This is already very high. Once we print and sell it, other bookstores will follow suit and copy it. We won't make much money."

Zhao Lin said: "That's your business, it has nothing to do with me."

The beauty had no choice but to ask, "How much do you want?"

"One thousand taels."

“Too many…”

After bargaining, the final price was set at five hundred taels, one hundred taels to be paid first, and the rest to be paid after the manuscript was submitted.

Zhao Lin was very satisfied after receiving the 100 taels and said, "The subsequent manuscript will be delivered this afternoon."

The young girl was also very satisfied and said, "My name is Fu Liqing. I wonder what your name is? Should you use your real name or a pen name when publishing?"

Zhao Lin suddenly realized: "It turns out to be the boss."

I had only heard that the bookstore owner's surname was Fu, but I had never met him. No wonder he could run such a big business.

"My name is Zhao Lin. I sign my name as Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng."

If you make money from other people's things, you can't steal their name as well.

"Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng? What a charming pen name." Fu Liqing said, "Young Master, at such a young age, has such calligraphy and literary talent, on par with the Seven Young Masters of the Capital. I wonder what kind of family could have raised such a talent."

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