Chapter 74: Suck Your Yang
The man and Rong Yin all looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw a young man dressed as a scholar standing aside holding a folding fan with a rather arrogant look on his face. Behind him were several people wearing the same clothes as him, who should be his companions.
Noticing that Rong Yin and the others were looking at him, the young scholar said disdainfully, "Why, do you think what I said is wrong?"
The man who bought the script was not afraid. He looked him up and down and sneered, "Did you say anything just now? Why did I only hear a few dogs barking?"
"you..."
"puff."
The young man's angry voice and Rong Yin's laughter rang out at the same time. The young man's hateful gaze swept over him instantly. Rong Yin drank a sip of fruit tea, not caring about the man's angry glare at all, and said calmly: "What are you looking at? I'm laughing at the dog, not at you."
Being called a dog by two people in a row, the young scholar was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick. He pointed at them and said sternly: "Do I have to be so blunt? This fish storybook, from the content to the writing style, is simply vulgar to the extreme. Not to mention compared with the saintly books, it can't even be ranked among the lowest-end storybooks. I don't know why you like it so much."
Rong Yin was not angry when his own story was criticized. Instead, he asked him cheerfully, "What kind of story do you think is high-end?"
The young scholar said, "Anyway, it's not what Yu wrote."
"I understand." Rong Yin nodded, "You are here to cause trouble."
The young scholar sneered: "You think that saying that Yu's book is not good is picking faults? With your ability to understand and your narrow mind, it's no wonder that you like Yu's storybooks."
"Haha." Rong Yin sneered and shot back, "I don't know what kind of parents gave birth to such a rude and disrespectful guy."
The young man was about to get angry when he heard this, but Rong Yin immediately added, "Hey, is someone angry? Your comprehension ability is so poor and your mind is so narrow, no wonder you even want to control whose books others buy. I say, don't be so possessive of other people's eyes and money. It's none of your business what books others like to read."
The young man was so angry that he almost exploded after being scolded by Rong Yin and unable to get a word in. When he heard the last sentence, he was even more excited: "Your words are vulgar, what a mean person."
Rong Yin: "Ah, yes, yes, you are an adult, and your butt is big, right?"
Hearing his words, the young man subconsciously covered his butt, causing the onlookers to laugh, and the shame and anger in the young man's eyes became even stronger.
"I say to you nerds, if you want to find fault, don't act so noble. Just say you don't like this storybook. Why do you have to pretend to be profound and criticize the storybook and the readers? Your purpose is written on your face. Are you afraid that others can't see it?"
The young man's face immediately became flustered when his thoughts were exposed. "I don't know what you are talking about."
At this moment, the man who had just called the young scholar a dog suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and said "Oh" in a particularly exaggerated way, "I remember now, I have seen you before, you are the son of the Qi family, and the teahouse opposite the Ji family teahouse is yours. I was wondering why you inexplicably called Mr. Yu a vulgar, it turns out you are jealous!"
Passersby said: "Because of Mr. Yu's storybook, the business of Ji's teahouse is getting better and better. The customers of Qi's teahouse have been attracted away. It would be strange if the Qi family didn't hate the Ji family and Mr. Yu."
Someone continued, "But I remember that not long ago, the storyteller at the Qi Family Teahouse also told a story with similar content to Mr. Yu's story, but because the specific plot was too bad, he was scolded by the customers and never mentioned the story again. So now Mr. Qi is just saying that the grapes are sour because he can't eat them?"
"Hahahaha, I'm afraid that's the case."
"You are still a scholar. You are not as good as others, but you don't reflect on yourself. Instead, you come to belittle others. What kind of ability is that?"
"They are wearing the uniforms of Qingshan Academy, right? Qingshan Academy actually has such disciples. No wonder it is inferior to the Imperial College in every way."
There is more than one academy in the capital, there are both official and private ones. They are all in a competitive relationship, but the Imperial College is always the boss and the target of pursuit and envy of other academies.
Now Master Qi not only lost his own face, but also implicated Qingshan Academy. The students behind him quietly distanced themselves from him and pretended not to know him.
Rong Yin had not expected that so many people would help speak up. Now he didn't even need to say a word. Master Qi, who had been exposed, was so ashamed that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself.
But since this concerns his own reputation and that of the academy, he could not allow these people to continue to slander him, so he forced himself to speak loudly, "It's just that I personally think Yu's story is not good. What does it have to do with my family background and the academy?"
In fact, there were quite a few readers of Yu's novels among the crowd, but they didn't dare to say anything because they thought Mr. Qi was a scholar.
Ordinary people always have a natural filter towards scholars, thinking that they know a lot and what they say is right, just like modern people easily believe the so-called "expert opinions."
Therefore, even though they were angry at Master Qi for scolding them and the stories they liked, they did not dare to speak out and refute him as boldly as Rong Yin did.
Now that they have discovered Master Qi's true identity, how could they let him go so easily? Of course they let out the anger in their hearts.
"Mr. Yu's script is not good, so why is your teahouse imitating it?"
"Not only is it an imitation, but it's a very weird imitation. I think the low-end one should be the story of your teahouse."
"That's right, I've never seen anyone so shameless. Instead of slandering Mr. Yu here, you might as well go back and read some more books by sages, so that you don't end up with an empty head and not understanding the truth."
Everyone was talking at once, leaving Master Qi speechless.
He kept saying “you you you” for a long time but couldn't say a word to refute.
"You know you are wrong, but you don't know how to refute it, right?"
"Hahahaha, students from Qingshan Academy are just like this."
"Why don't you leave now? Do you want to stay here and embarrass your teacher?"
Amid the laughter of the crowd, Master Qi ran away in shame with a few classmates.
After they left, Rong Yin clasped his fists to everyone and said loudly, "Thank you all for your kind words. I am the owner of Yunduo Bakery and Milk Tea Shop, and I am also a fan of Mr. Yu's stories. If you don't mind, please accept these coupons. With these coupons, you can enjoy a variety of discounts when shopping in my two stores."
While Rong Yin was speaking, the guard next to him had already taken out a few coupons from his sleeves and distributed them to the people who had just confronted Master Qi.
Coupons are an idea that Rong Yin came up with recently. On the one hand, it is to stimulate consumption, and on the other hand, it is also a way to reward customers who spend a lot in the store.
The paper used to draw the coupons is a special paper made by the Ministry of Industry. It has not yet been circulated on the market and is a unique anti-counterfeiting design.
In addition, the coupons are beautifully painted, and most of the customers who get the coupons are not short of money, so many customers do not use the coupons, but keep them as collections.
What's even more outrageous is that they spend money buying coupons everywhere in the hope of collecting a complete set.
As expected, rich people have different preferences.
This news has spread throughout the capital. It can be said that the price of the coupon now exceeds its value itself.
The customers in the bookstore can just turn around and sell the coupons to the wealthy. It's no different from picking up money on the street, especially a huge amount of money.
Those who had not spoken up to help just now regretted it. If they had known there would be such benefits, they would have cursed along as well!
The person who got the coupon smiled so hard that his teeth showed: "So you are the owner of the bakery and the milk tea shop, you are really a handsome man."
This is not just a compliment for the sake of complimenting, Rong Yin's appearance is indeed the most eye-catching in the crowd.
Another person holding a coupon also said, "Even you, the boss, like Mr. Yu's storybooks. This shows that Mr. Yu's writing is good. How can it be vulgar?"
Rong Yin boasted without blushing, "Mr. Yu's story is the best story I have read in recent years."
Someone laughed and said, "Hey, do you think reading Mr. Yu's novels will improve our luck? Look, we just got a coupon from our boss."
Everyone laughed: "That's the truth."
Rong Yin just smiled when he heard it and didn't take it seriously, but what he didn't know was that not long after, what happened in the bookstore was spread out.
Afterwards, apart from the fact that Master Qi was ridiculed for a long time and was almost kicked out of Qingshan Academy, the most widely spread piece of news was that Mr. Yu's books would bring good luck to people.
Some people bought a book with a try-it attitude and found that things really went much more smoothly during that period of time, and some difficulties they encountered were easily solved.
As a result, the news spread more and more outrageous, attracting many people who did not read the storybooks to rush to buy them, making the storybooks, which were already hard to buy, even harder to come by.
But these are all stories for the past. Now the atmosphere in the bookstore is peaceful and the clerk has taken over the three storybooks that the man wanted.
The man held three storybooks and the discount coupon given by Rong Yin in his hand. After saying goodbye to Zong Zhengxiao and Rong Yin, he turned around and left.
But he had just walked a short distance when the bookstore clerk caught up with him, handed him a new book, and whispered to him, "This is a gift from a customer in the store, thanking you for your support."
After saying this, the waiter hurried back without waiting for the man to react.
The man didn't understand, but when he opened the cover of the book and saw the words "Yu Mou" written in beautiful ink that was not yet completely dry on the title page, his heart skipped a beat.
The author of the story, Mr. Yu, was just in the store!
Rong Yin's scripts would occasionally include a few illustrations he drew himself, which would often have annotations on them.
The printed font was different from Rong Yin's handwriting, but the fonts of the illustrations and annotations were exactly the same, which was a surprise to the readers, so the man recognized it as Yu's handwriting at first glance.
He did not suspect that someone had deliberately imitated Mr. Yu's handwriting to write this for him, because he had a feeling that he must have seen Mr. Yu himself in the store just now, but he just didn't know it.
The man did not turn around to ask the waiter who gave him the book. Since Mr. Yu was unwilling to reveal his identity, why should he bother him and destroy Mr. Yu's sincerity towards him.
In the bookstore, Zong Zhengxiao asked Rong Yin in a low voice: "Aren't you afraid that he will come back to find you?"
Rong Yin smiled and said, "I can see that he is not that kind of person."
After the man left, the waiter found a storybook that had accidentally fallen into a gap at the back of the bookshelf. Rong Yin bought it with money, borrowed a pen and wrote an autograph for his fan.
The servant was an honest man. He only delivered books and messages when asked to do so. He did not peek at what Rong Yin wrote, so he did not know that Rong Yin was the author of the story.
After waiting for a while, the bookstore owner finally came. In fact, Rong Yin came to see him today.
When they came to the back room, the shopkeeper took out a blank cover album and handed it to Rong Yin with a smile: "The quality of this batch of goods is particularly good. I reserved one for you. The staff told me what happened just now. Mr. Yu is one of the people I respect the most. You protected him, so I will give you a 20% discount on this book."
Yu's storybooks became a big hit and brought a lot of revenue to the bookstore, so the owner naturally respected him.
Rong Yin didn't bother to be polite with him and said with a smile, "Thank you, shopkeeper."
Seeing him pay and take the picture album to leave, the shopkeeper asked: "Young Master, do you want to check the goods?"
Rong Yin waved her hand: "No need, I trust you, the shopkeeper."
The shopkeeper said, "Don't worry, it will definitely meet your requirements."
After Rong Yin left, the shopkeeper suddenly remembered something: "Hey, who is that man next to the young master? He's quite handsome, but he doesn't like to talk. As expected, good-looking people only make friends with good-looking people."
In the carriage, the good-looking Zong Zhengxiao asked the good-looking Rong Yin: "Why did you come all the way here in person? What good stuff did you buy?"
Rong Yin winked at him mysteriously and said, "Let's watch it together tonight."
Zong Zhengxiao: "..."
He seemed to have some idea what it was.
Afterwards, the two of them inspected their own paper shop. Business seemed okay, but because it was not as unique as the bakery and milk tea shop, and paper was not consumed as fast as food, it naturally did not have as many customers as those two shops.
Although Zong Zhengxiao's paper is of good quality, Cui's paper is cheaper, so most poor students still choose Cui's paper as their first choice.
However, students who have higher requirements for paper will still come to Zong Zhengxiao's shop.
Seeing that his business was not as good as Cui's, Zong Zhengxiao was not discouraged, but smiled with relief.
"This is what I want, to make paper affordable for poor students, so that paper will no longer be a shackle for me. As for the profit, it would be icing on the cake if there is any, but it doesn't matter if there is none."
Rong Yin said, "Don't worry. Even if the paper business doesn't make enough money, I'm still here. I'll support you, Your Majesty."
Zong Zhengxiao pretended to be gentle and leaned on Rong Yin's shoulder: "Then Yin, you have to work hard to make money. It's very expensive to support me."
"Ah?" Rong Yin asked distressedly, "Can I abandon it?"
"You dare." Zong Zhengxiao said coldly, "If you dare to abandon me, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost."
Rong Yin: "After you become a ghost, will your way of revenge on me be to suck my yang energy dry?"
Zong Zhengxiao stood up, pinched Rong Yin's chin, and stared into his eyes, "Do you want to try it now?"
"Okay." Rong Yin hugged Zong Zhengxiao's neck and whispered in his ear, "You are not allowed to get off the carriage until you suck it off."
Zong Zhengxiao kissed her heavily: "As you command, my A Yin."
When they returned to the palace and got off the carriage, Rong Yin covered her face with her hands and walked away from the guards driving the carriage.
His lips were swollen from kissing and his face was red. One could tell at a glance what he and Zong Zheng Xiao had done in the carriage.
Alas, it feels good to talk big but it will lead to social death.
The guards were also very interested and did not dare to look at Rong Yin. In fact, they had received professional training and had excellent eyesight and hearing, so they knew exactly what the two masters had done.
His Majesty also knows about this, and the only one who is kept in the dark is the young master. However, without His Majesty's permission, the guards will never tell the young master anything.
At night, after washing up and the palace maids left, the two of them snuggled into bed together and read the picture book that Rong Yin had bought during the day.
"Actually, you've already guessed what I bought." Before opening the book, Rong Yin looked at Zong Zhengxiao.
Zong Zhengxiao did not deny: "It's easy to guess, because your expression at that time was very..."
Rong Yin glanced at him: "What?"
Zong Zhengxiao raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Very cute."
"You'd better really think so." Rong Yin clenched his fist, "Otherwise I will make you taste my big fist like a sandbag."
Zong Zhengxiao continued, "It's sweet. It's not like I haven't tasted it before."
Thinking of how Zong Zhengxiao often kissed her hand, Rong Yin felt a little embarrassed and snorted, "I won't talk to you about this anymore. Let's look at the picture book."
After completing the first combination, Zong Zhengxiao and Rong Yin carefully studied the picture albums stored in the palace and the one Rong Yin bought, and personally copied most of the contents inside.
However, those picture books were generally conservative, and the poses were not out of the ordinary. Rong Yin felt a little bored after reading them a few times, so he asked the bookstore owner to find him a new one.
Less than ten minutes after opening the picture album, Rong Yin realized that the shopkeeper was right. The quality of this batch of goods was really good, and his few dozen taels of silver were not wasted.
There are so many ways to play with a swing, it can even form a series, especially the one where the attacker stands while the receiver swings over. Rong Yin's face turned red and she was so nervous that she couldn't stop swallowing.
He slowly closed the picture album.
Zong Zhengxiao asked in a low voice, "Didn't you just read a few pages? Why did you close it?"
Rong Yin looked at him: "Do you really want to continue watching? If you want to watch, can you ask your brother to be quiet? It's pushing against me."
Zong Zhengxiao couldn't bear it any longer after hearing that, so he snatched the picture album and threw it aside, then grabbed Rong Yin's waist and knocked her down.
While Rong Yin was in a state of bliss, Zong Zhengxiao wanted to take the opportunity to persuade him to put a swing in the house, but Rong Yin was not yet blinded by lust and refused harshly.
He can try the others but not this one, otherwise how can he sit on a swing properly in the future.
Zong Zhengxiao expressed his disappointment. In order to make up for this regret, he acted a little fiercely tonight. Rong Yin had to hold her waist when walking the next day.
Perhaps when things are going well, time passes faster. In the blink of an eye, spring has passed and half of summer has quickly slipped away from our fingertips.
In July, the tender corn was ready to eat, and Rong Yin asked for one-sixth of the corn from Huangzhuang to make corn starch.
After the starch was dried, another batch of cream was made, and the long-awaited cream cake was finally freshly baked.
The few people who had made reservations previously, including the Ji family, were the first to receive the cake.
It just so happened that one of the families had an elderly person celebrating his birthday, so they gritted their teeth and took out the cake to entertain the guests that day.
The cake was decorated with fairy peaches dyed with plant pigments and various beautiful decorations. It stood out among the various dishes on the table and attracted everyone's attention as soon as it was served.
As the cake was not very big, only the guests at the table with the birthday star and a few children got a piece.
No one who has tasted it has anything bad to say about it; the cake is truly delicious. The guests' compliments made the old birthday star smile widely, as if he had instantly become ten years younger.
This birthday banquet became famous among the noble circles in Beijing. From then on, if anyone held a birthday banquet without a cream cake from Yunduo Bakery on the table, it seemed as if they were acknowledging that their taste was inferior to others.
The price of a cream cake is several times that of ordinary bread, but these people are not short of money, so there is a constant stream of people going to the Cloud Bakery to reserve cakes.
The bad thing is that this cream cake cannot be bought just by having money. The bakery only sells one cake a day, and reservations must be made in advance. Some people spend huge sums of money to get a spot, while others almost break their heads in the fight for it.
Later, someone used the back door, that is, by currying favor with the people in the Hero Group, and successfully grabbed the quota at a price only twice the original price.
After the news came out, the people of the Hero Group once again became the favorites of the dignitaries. Even people from the aristocratic families came to them shamelessly to ask for favors.
The people in the Hero Group have gained face and usually walk with style when they go out.
But in fact, only they know that it is Rong Yin who decides who will be given the reserved quota, and the previous cheap quota was given by Rong Yin out of kindness to build momentum for them.
However, seeing that the status of the people in the group of heroes was rising gradually, Zong Zhengxiao did not forget to warn them not to be too complacent and do things they shouldn't do, so as to avoid being schemed against by others and having no place to cry.
Everyone also understood that the aristocratic families were still watching them covetously, and Zong Zhengxiao helped them improve their status, but if they fell into the aristocratic families' conspiracy and implicated Zong Zhengxiao, they would be truly sorry to him.
Therefore, while the members of the group of heroes were happy, they also did not forget to warn their families not to abuse their status to do evil and do bad things that would harm the people and the country.
While cream cakes were becoming a big hit in the upper class circles of the capital, Zong Zhengxiao's reputation among the common people rose to a new level after he started selling low-priced paper.
Because the effect of fertilizer is showing.
The winter wheat has been harvested, and the spring wheat and rice are also growing remarkably well. The ears are dense and full, and each grain is full of juice. You can tell at a glance that the yield will not be low after it matures.
When the winter wheat was harvested, the villagers found that even the relatively poor fields had doubled their yield per mu.
Those villagers who had applied fertilizer to all their fields were grinning from ear to ear, while those who had used little or even no fertilizer at all due to doubts were regretting their decision to the point of bitterness.
Because there had been cases in the past where people were jealous of other people's good crops and destroyed other people's crops in the middle of the night, so those who had good crops at home asked their children to watch over them during the day and let an adult sleep in the fields at night. In short, they did not want the family's hard work for a year to go to waste at the last stage.
The estates of various powerful and wealthy families also achieved a good harvest, except for the Li family who had argued with Zong Zhengxiao in the past.
What's even more unfortunate is that this year the Li family not only did not have a good grain harvest, but the output was even lower than last year.
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