Most of the people queuing up are from wealthy families, so they are not that sensitive to prices.
Five taels of silver was not enough for them to pay for a meal, so the sale went quite smoothly.
A Hu moved all 200 copies of the book "The Summit of Cooking" to the first floor.
As soon as the door opened, he shouted: "New product, new product, a relative's masterpiece, The Summit of Cooking, is now on sale. There are only 200 copies today, first come, first served."
"A relative?" Everyone looked at each other. Who was this person? They had never heard of him.
It seems that he is a newcomer, but selling a book written by this newcomer for five taels is really a bit expensive.
This made many people in the queue ahead hesitate.
They hesitated, but the servants and maids of these wealthy families did not hesitate and all asked for a copy.
Zhou Mingyang and Song Yue saw that the 200 books were almost sold out and it was not their turn yet, and they were sweating with anxiety.
Fortunately, the people in front hesitated, which allowed them to buy two books in the end.
The moment they got the book, they felt that the five taels of money was worth it.
Regardless of the content, this cover is really beautiful.
This cover alone is definitely the first of its kind in the world of storytelling.
After buying the book, Zhou Mingyang said goodbye to Song Yue and hurried home.
When he got home, he locked himself in his study and said to his personal servant, "Ah Qi, I'm going to read today and won't have lunch. Don't let anyone disturb me. Call me when the dinner party comes tonight."
The servant quickly assured him, "Second Master, just concentrate on reading. I'll be watching over you and make sure no one disturbs you."
In the study, Zhou Mingyang couldn't wait to open the book.
What surprised him was the writing style of this story. It was so novel that he couldn't understand anything after reading the whole story.
The language was straightforward, and he didn't have to figure out what this sentence meant. What surprised him most was the occasional illustration.
But it's so interesting.
This reminded him of his mother. Zhou Mingyang thought that this book would be the best way to honor his mother, as his mother loved listening to stories but was not well educated.
Every time she asked the maid to read two pages from the storybook she bought from outside, she would not want to listen anymore and would throw the book out while cursing:
"What kind of storybook is this? Is it for me to listen to the story or to study the meaning? It's really annoying."
Isn't this exactly what my mother wants?
Zhou Mingyang's mother is a plump old lady who is 59 years old this year.
Zhou Mingyang was her late-born son when she was 42 years old. He was smart and well-read since childhood, so everyone in the family loved him very much.
When he arrived at the residence of the old lady of the Zhou family, the old lady was bored and wanted to find someone to play cards with, but she saw her youngest son coming.
She waved to him happily and said, "Yangyang, come here quickly. Didn't you say you were reading in the study? Why are you here with me?"
"Tell mom if you don't have enough money. Your dad and brother have deducted your pocket money again. I'll go talk to them." He was about to stand up.
Zhou Mingyang just...
He said helplessly: "Mom, you are wronging my father and my brother. Besides, I haven't spent all the 100 taels you gave me last time. I came here this time to bring you something good."
After saying that, he took out the storybook and waved it in front of the old lady.
The old lady was very happy when he said he had something good, but when she saw that he took out a storybook, she lost interest on the spot.
"Please don't send me storybooks in the future. What are they written in these storybooks nowadays? I, your mother, have to listen to them and think about their meaning. It's really tiring to read them. I'm not a scholar like you." Old Mrs. Zhou said with disgust.
Zhou Mingyang sat next to his mother and acted coquettishly: "Mom, look at you, of course I know you hate those stereotyped storybooks, but mine is different.
How about you listen to me read a passage to you? My son just bought it for you and I haven't had time to read it yet. It's perfect for us to read it together."
Mrs. Zhou was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling: "You are really filial. Your brother is out every day, busy with business, and only has business on his mind.
Your nephews and nieces have to go to school every day, and you can only come back a few times a month. I'm bored to death. Fortunately, you think of me when you come back."
Old Mrs. Zhou thought that even if the words were not nice, she would not complain about them, after all, it was her son's filial piety.
She smiled and said, "Let's get started, Mommy, listen."
Zhou Mingyang opened the book and started reading...
Li Yu's story was indeed interesting. Two hours had passed and the maid had come to ask the old lady and Zhou Mingyang to go to the front yard to sit at their table. Tonight was the Mid-Autumn Festival family dinner.
Mrs. Zhou was just listening to the story when she was about to get to the exciting part. She waved her hand and said, "No more, no more. Let them eat."
Zhou Mingyang didn't want to eat it either. He had to finish reading it quickly. He would go to the academy tomorrow and he would definitely not be allowed to bring it with him. If he did, it would be confiscated. He couldn't bear to do that.
It was said that neither the old lady nor the second master would attend the banquet. The servants trembled as they went to report to Zhou Chongyang, the eldest brother of Zhou Mingyang, the current head of the Zhou family.
Zhou Chongyang thought something had happened to his mother and brother, so he hurried to his mother's residence, only to find out that the two of them were obsessed with storytelling and didn't want to eat.
His face turned black on the spot: "Mom, how could you not be present at the family dinner? And Yangyang, it's ok for you to read the storybook by yourself, but how could you drag mother along..."
Before Zhou Chongyang could finish his words, Old Lady Yang stood up angrily and dragged Zhou Mingyang out, saying, "I know, I know. You've been scolding us for two days now. Humph!"
The two hurried away, leaving Zhou Chongyang standing there awkwardly. After a moment of silence, he sighed and chased after them.
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