West Chang'an Street, a small shop is surrounded by people.

"You mean, as long as you give you two taels of silver first, you can get a dou of rice every month?" A woman asked tightly in the crowd.

The guy at the counter smiled and said, "That's right, only two taels of silver, come and collect it on the sixth of each month."

"You are not lying to us, are you?" A man said with a look of suspicion, "Now, two taels of silver are one stone, ten dou, you give two dou out of thin air, aren't you losing money?"

The crowd suddenly buzzed, and everyone felt that the guy was lying to them.

The guy was not anxious and said with a smile, "Our shop is here. You have seen the rice behind the shop. Could it be that you can still run away? If you are worried, we can also make a contract, sign and take a walk in the yamen."

A big fat man squeezed into the crowd, approached, and said with a smirk, "Then can I get a few more copies? I am collecting it on behalf of my friend."

The guy smiled and said, "Of course, there are only fifty places today, first come first served."

The fat man opened his little eyes and said anxiously, "Then give me five portions first, no, ten portions!"

The fat man said, then slapped twenty taels of silver on the table.

The guy's eyes lit up and quickly collected the silver. He took ten signs from the right wall, broke them apart one by one, and handed them halfway, and said, "You can get them this month first. Next month, you will take this sign to get rice, only recognize the sign but not the person."

The fat man took the sign and looked at it, saying, "Can you get it today?"

The guy opened the counter and said, "Please come in."

The fat man nodded repeatedly and walked into the shop. Not long after, he gritted his teeth, came out with ten bags on his back, and walked forward with difficulty.

The onlookers watched, and some of them were already ready to move.

Rice was originally two taels of silver and ten dou, but now there are twelve dou a year, who can not be moved?

"Give me one!" Someone looked ruthless. If two taels of silver could be eaten for a year, it would be a big profit!

"Okay!" The guy agreed long, holding the sign, and opening the counter, saying, "Please inside."

The man quickly came out with a dou of rice on his back, feeling refreshed and smiling.

"Give me one!"

"Give me one too!"

"I want it, I want it!"

The crowd was quickly brought up, and more people were watching, and more people couldn't help but feel moved to join.

The guy was so busy that he was exhausted. The fifty places were gone soon. He ran in and ran out again and shouted, "Our shopkeeper said that as long as you make a reservation today, you will give it to me, no matter how many people!"

"Give me one!"

"Give me three copies!"

"Give me..."

One passes to ten, ten passes to hundreds, and the crowd is getting more and more crowded. The guy is so busy that he doesn’t know how many brands he has sold.

In the teahouse not far away, Wei Xizhuang was watching, holding the railings tightly with both hands, and occasionally being excited and patting hard.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and Wei Xizhuang turned his head and said, "Old He, how about it?"

He Qishou walked very quickly and said with surprise, "I didn't expect that the rice shop in front had sold more than 300 portions, and 600 taels were recorded, which was worth the price of this shop!"

"good!"

Wei Xizhuang walked to the table and sat down, looking inexplicably surprised and said, "Today is a good start, and other shops will behave as usual tomorrow. In this way, there will be nearly 10,000 taels in more than ten days, and you can pay the Nine Thousand Years."

He Qishou laughed and said that he poured tea for Wei Xizhuang.

Wei Xizhuang took a sip of tea, raised his head again, and said with a happy look, "This boy Zhou is really smart. Can you come up with this solution. Oh, why don't he do it himself?"

He Qishou stood in front of Wei Xizhuang and smiled and said, "I have been watching his weekly diary shop. In the past few days, at least a few hundred taels have been recorded. I heard that the noise caused is quite a lot. Many vendors from all over the country want to bring some. They can't take out the weekly diary, so they can only find those tooth shops, and those tooth shops have raised the price..."

Wei Xizhuang was not a fool either, and opened his eyes wide and said, "You mean, he conspired with those fangs to raise the price and make another profit?"

He Qishou was just analyzing and there was no evidence, so he had to laugh with him, "I don't know this little one."

Wei Xizhuang snorted and said, "It must be so. Don't look at this kid who looks like a slutty and has many tricks. We have to be more careful in the future."

He Qishou immediately smiled and said, "Boss, shouldn't he be more careful with us?"

Wei Xizhuang was stunned, rolled his eyes, and said with an angry and proud smile, "I didn't harm him, he is a juren, I have arranged a seventh-rank official for him. How can there be such a good thing in the world? Even if you are a Jinshi, it doesn't matter, you have to wait!"

"Yes, yes." He Qishou said with a smile.

Wei Xizhuang looked up at He Qishou, his eyes lit up, and said, "When it comes to this, what's going on with that kid today?"

He Qishou said, "It's nothing. His book boy went to our teahouse to inquire about where his boss is going, but I pushed him."

Wei Xizhuang smiled with satisfaction, nodded with a strange smile on his face, his eyes flashed so hard that he didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, "Do you do it right, let him leave it alone first, and don't let this kid suffer a little. He doesn't know how many eyes Mr. Ma has!"

He Qishou smiled and did not answer.

Wei Xizhuang seemed very proud, but in a flash he frowned again and said, "Old He, I plan to go out for a few more days."

He Qishou's face changed slightly, he approached and whispered, "What happened to the boss?"

Wei Xizhuang looked a little uncomfortable, frowned, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that someone wants to search the house, I don't really want to go."

He Qishou sighed in his heart, pondered for a while, and said, "It's good to go out, but there must be enough reasons to avoid being dissatisfied with the Nine Thousand Years."

Wei Xizhuang naturally knew that after taking a sip of tea, he stood up and said, "First get the money done and send it over. Then I will find a suitable opportunity and leave Beijing to hide for a few months."

When He Qishou saw Wei Xizhuang upset, he thought about it and said, "The East Family, there is another brothel by the river..."

Wei Xizhuang waved his hand and said, "Not you have this idea now. You can stare at the shop. Once I enter the palace, people will die in the palace."

He Qishou dared not speak, and it was a taboo for the affairs of the palace.

But he also guessed that another concubine suddenly died.

Wei Xizhuang picked up the knife and left in a hurry.

With Wei Xizhuang's energy, he deliberately avoided Zhou Zheng, so Zhou Zheng would definitely not be able to find him.

Zhou was reading and practicing calligraphy in Zhou diary, and then supervising in the 'factory', that yard for a while, then turned back to Zhou's mansion.

In the evening, listening to Zhou Zheng's story on the dining table, Zhou Qingli looked motionless and analyzed, "Li Hengbing probably joined the eunuch party, otherwise he would not have been able to come out. Fortunately, he still has a bottom line and should not do anything to you. However, in the Censorate, you must be careful in everything. People's hearts are unpredictable. Don't trust people easily, no matter who they are. Be careful in everything, don't interfere more, and ask you Shangguan when you are in trouble..."

Zhou Qingli talked a lot today, obviously worried about whether Zhou Zheng could adapt to the officialdom, and was afraid that he would be plotted against him and take the blame.

Zhou Zheng listened carefully and asked occasionally that he was indeed a novice in the officialdom.

The father and son asked questions and answered until late at night.

Finally, Zhou Qingli said: "In the officialdom, it is most taboo to fall into the trap. If you go to the weekly diary in the future, you should use the money carefully and buy more land."

This should be the traditional idea of ​​scholars, to buy land with money and benefit their descendants.

Zhou Zheng did not argue and agreed.

Early the next morning, he entered the Censorate in his official uniform. He had just walked to the corridor of Zhejiang Road and felt the atmosphere was a little weird.
Chapter completed!