Murong Yanran's eyes widened as she watched the old man get off the carriage and cried out, "Master Ming!"
Her expression became excited and her voice became hoarse with excitement.
He spoke incoherently, "Qin...Qin Yuan! Why did you invite Elder Ming here?!"
Qin Yuan rolled his eyes at her and said unhappily:
“This is not nonsense!”
"When you're looking for a celebrity endorsement, shouldn't you pick the most famous one?"
"But ha, this person's appearance fee is a bit expensive, just don't feel bad about it for a while."
Murong Yanran's eyes were full of stars as she stared at Minglou, extremely excited, and had no time to pay attention to Qin Yuan's nonsense.
Although Minglou was the literary master of the Great Zhou, famous throughout the world and with inestimable wealth, his attire was no different from that of an ordinary scholar.
He was seen walking slowly towards the salt shop. Wherever he passed, the people of the Great Zhou spontaneously made way for a wide passage.
This shows the prestige and status of Minglou in the minds of the people.
Soon, Minglou came in front of Li Dejian.
He stroked his beard and sighed, "I heard that a shop on the street is giving away salt water, so I came here to see what's going on. I don't know what kind of salt you sell in this salt shop."
"Tsk tsk, ten strings of cash per pound, what expensive salt! I must take a look at it."
Li Dejian was also a little dazed at this time, and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Ming...Ming?!"
"I...I can actually see Mr. Ming with my own eyes!"
Minglou smiled faintly, like a spring breeze, "Young General, could I have a taste of this ten-stringed silver and one-pound salt water?"
"Of course...of course!" Li Dejian responded quickly.
Got the answer.
Minglou first picked up a handful of fine salt, placed it in his palm, and stroked and observed it for a while.
Then, he poured the salt in his palm into the ceramic bowl and took a sip of the salt water.
With his eyes narrowed, he savored it for a long time.
Then he stroked his beard and exclaimed:
“Okay, okay, okay!”
"Good salt, good salt!"
"This salt should only exist in heaven, how many times can we taste it on earth?"
"Young General, do you know if this salt has a name?"
Li Dejian shook his head: "No...no."
Minglou smiled faintly: "I wonder if I would have the honor to give this salt a name?"
Li Dejian was flattered: "Of course!"
Minglou stroked his beard and said, "Why not call it Heavenly Fairy Salt?"
"Tianxian Salt?" Li Dejian was ecstatic. "What a good name! What a good name! Thank you, Mr. Ming, for the name!"
Ming Lou held the pottery bowl in one hand, stroked his beard and said, "General, please pack 20 kilograms of Tianxian salt and send it to my residence."
Finished.
Then he drank the salt water in the bowl, floated away, and sang leisurely:
"If you don't eat the salt of the gods, even if you are a famous scholar, it is useless."
boom--
The whole audience was in an uproar!
"This salt is poisonous, don't drink it, everyone. Let me do it!"
"You are the poisonous one, your whole family is poisonous. How can salt water be poisonous when it's so clean?"
"I want to drink too!"
"Me too!"
“…”
They can't afford salt that costs ten strings of cash per pound.
But they can drink the free salt water!
As long as they drink a bowl now, they will be considered as people who have tasted the heavenly salt.
In the future, when you blow it out during festivals and holidays, it will be so popular!
If we don’t grab it now, when will we?
at the same time.
The news about Tianxian Salt also spread in Jingzhou City.
All the young men of noble families and famous people could no longer hold back and rushed over.
What is a mere ten strings of cash and one catty?
To them, money is just a number.
What they eat is not salt, but status and face!
soon.
Three hundred kilograms of salt were sold out in an instant.
Earned three thousand strings of cash in one day!
This is just one day, and it will be a long-term and continuous flow in the future.
This time, Your Majesty is really not short of money!
Murong Yanran was so happy that her body was shaking with giggles.
suddenly.
Her smile froze.
She raised a pair of bright and watery almond eyes, and her thick and curled black eyelashes were reflected by her snow-white skin, making her look particularly energetic.
Yingying bowed and said, "Yanran greets the Grand Secretary Ming!"
Hearing this.
Qin Yuan looked up.
Just then, he saw Minglou stretch out a hand and slowly put it in front of him. With a sad look in his eyes, he said softly:
"I wish I had thousands of mansions to shelter all the poor people in the world and make them happy."
Qin Yuan rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily:
"Old man, why are you so anxious? Am I the kind of person who refuses to pay my debts?"
"So you're asking for money now?"
Old...old man?
Murong Yanran was stunned. Qin Yuan was too brave to call Wen Zong Minglou "old man".
What surprised her even more was...
Minglou sat down beside Qin Yuan with a carefree attitude and said with a smile, "You've already married Ah Xue, but you still won't call me daddy?"
"Everyone has their own opinion!" Qin Yuan said confidently.
Minglou said again: "Xiao Yuanzi, this is where you are wrong."
"Money is something that must be accounted for clearly. Even brothers have to settle accounts clearly."
"Besides, I'm not asking for this money for myself, but for the entire academy. They will all be grateful to you as their senior brother in the future."
Qin Yuan spread his hands helplessly.
Seeing Murong Yanran was stunned, he immediately kicked her and said:
"Hey, who's that? My old man wants 10% of the sales. Can you talk to His Majesty about it? Is that okay?"
"No problem. Let alone 10%, even if it's 50-50, that's what the Grand Scholar Ming deserves."
That's strange.
How come this evil woman is so obedient?
Qin Yuan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and said sarcastically:
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