Three Kingdoms: Salted Fish's son-in-law was overheard by Cao Cao

Moreover, poetry pays attention to rhyme. If there is no good sense of rhyme, it will be very painful to write poetry.So Han Ze found a lot of poems, let Cao Zhi read them every day and then... recite the full text.

Cao Zhi was reciting poems in a corner of the Han Garden, but the others were eating and drinking, which greatly tested Cao Zhi's willpower.

Han Zemei said that he used the smell to help Cao Zhi remember. In the future, as long as Cao Zhi smells the smell of barbecue, he can think of the poems he recited today.

Yes, Han Ze and his wives and concubines are having a barbecue in the yard.

Zhen Mi handed a grilled chicken wing to Han Ze: "Husband, when will you continue to write the storybook of A Dream of Red Mansions? We are all waiting to see."

"That's right, did Baoyu and Daiyu get together in the end?"

The strangest question is Mi Yue: "Husband, Baoyu in your book is so strange, why doesn't he even have a name."

Han Ze felt a little headache, he didn't know what Jia Baoyu's name was, so how could I tell you.

Do you just make up one?But the Jia family has a genealogy, and if it is wrongly edited, it will be sprayed. In the end, it has to be written according to the original, with the name hidden.

"This... I didn't explain it on purpose. Jia Baoyu is a bead that mends the sky, and he is not a mortal person. If a mortal calls his name, he may be awakened from the memory of his previous life, so he is named as Baoyu or Bao Erye call."

Wow--

"It turns out that Husband has such a profound meaning. No wonder I was confused. It seems that there are many hidden plots in the text that I haven't discovered."

"Yes, yes, after Husband said this, I understand the purpose of Husband not rushing to publish the second volume. It is to let us study the first volume carefully and repeatedly, so that we can understand the more profound meaning in the second half of Husband."

Han Ze nodded, you have already thought of a good reason for me, what else can I say, I can only admit it.

"Young lady is right. That's what I mean. I hope you read it carefully. In case outsiders discuss the plot, you don't know what they are talking about. Wouldn't that embarrass me."

Zhen Mi and Mi Yue immediately lowered their heads, expressing that they will continue to study when they get back, and that your husband will not come to our room at night.

Han Ze was dumbfounded, why he dug a big hole and buried himself.

I had to pretend to be profound: "Well, I just want to sort out the money from selling books. There are many details in the 10,000+ money. It's so annoying."

The wives and concubines all stared wide-eyed. My husband has made 10,000+ money in just a few days. Could it be that the bookstore is so profitable?
Mi Yue immediately moved to Han Ze's side, and asked while pinching Han Ze's shoulders, "Husband, why are you so good? Our perfume business is not as good as yours. After so long, we can earn as much as you. You Give us some advice."

Zhen Mi also came to Han Ze's side and pinched Han Ze's leg: "Yes, sir, give us some advice."

Cao Jie took Han Ze's hand and tickled his palm while massaging: "Husband, please tell us."

Even Lu Wen on the side and Cao Zhi in the corner pricked up their ears.

Han Ze was served by several people, and he felt happy: "It's okay, then I'll tell you how to make money."

"This is a business. You have to identify the target users and prepare corresponding products for the target users, so that users can obediently pay."

Zhen Mi found that she seemed to understand Han Ze's meaning, but she couldn't understand many words accurately, which felt somewhat paradoxical.

"Husband, please speak more plainly, I don't quite understand."

Several other wives and concubines also nodded: "Yes, yes, I don't even know what those words mean. Husband uses vernacular."

Ten thousand alpacas ran past in Han Ze's heart, what the hell did I say in vernacular...

"Okay, I will accommodate you a little bit."

"Plainly speaking, you sell to different groups of people, and you have to have different categories of goods. Naturally, ordinary people want benefits, scholars want face, and as for the tallest group of people, what they want is style."

"Husband, what is force?"

"It's what others don't have that I have, and what others have that I have."

Zhen Mi was the smartest, after hearing Han Ze's words, it seemed like a bolt of lightning flashed through her mind, and she suddenly understood many key points.

"Husband means that it is not enough for us to just classify the goods, but we also need to divide each kind of goods into three, six or nine grades?"

"Almost, or more simply, regular and hardcover."

"Ordinary ones are sold to the public, hardcover ones are carefully made, and a few scents that ordinary ones don't have are made into luxury ones."

When Han Ze said this, he suddenly saw Cao Zhi in the corner, and suddenly remembered the beauty Cao Cao beheaded for violating the internal command because of his gorgeous clothes, so he added another sentence.

"Luxury is not a good name. It should be called limited edition. After all, rare things are more expensive."

Mi Yue immediately clapped her hands and shouted: "That's good, rare things are more valuable, sisters, we can make the fragrance of my husband's book into a perfume, so that the limited edition can be distinguished from the ordinary one, and it can also promote the relationship between ladies and gentlemen." Wouldn't the friendship between their husbands be the best of both worlds."

Han Ze almost choked on the chicken wings, the idea was so brilliant that he didn't even think of it.

Especially those masters who feel that rouge and gouache are vulgar things, some of them will suffer now, whether to choose ladies or books, or both.

Listening to the conversation between the teacher and the wives, Cao Zhi added another layer of admiration for Han Ze. This is probably why my father asked me to observe the teacher carefully.

It turns out that there are so many truths in it, if it is used in other aspects...

Cao Zhi's thoughts gradually drifted away. It is destined that he will not be able to finish the recitation today, and I am afraid that he will not be able to eat Han's barbecue.

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In the prime minister's mansion, Cao Cao is being coquettishly treated by his own daughter.

"Daddy, just promise me, and we are not only here to have fun, but also to help Xudu become famous. We let those talented people write Xudu's current grand occasion into poems, so that it will not only be easier to spread, but also let more people Know what you have accomplished, Daddy."

Cao Ang sent an assist at the right time: "In this way, many people don't know the current situation in the Northland. We will publicize it at the poetry meeting and let everyone write poems to spread it. It will also let more people know that Yuan Shao is now will be destroyed, and the North will be unified."

Cao Cao turned his head and glanced at Cao Ang, guessing that this kid might be bewitched by Cao Xian, but this is indeed a better way.

Immediately, Cao Cao caught a glimpse of the "Thousand-Character Essay" placed on the corner of the table. Cao Cao had already received the report. This time Han Ze not only printed the Thousand-Character Essay and a chivalrous storybook for generals.

There are also some stories about gifted scholars and beauties, and the other "A Dream of Red Mansions" is also very popular among women. Thinking of this, Cao Xian's eyes gradually become complicated.

"Xian'er, do you want poetry fairies to participate in this poetry meeting?"

Cao Xian was overjoyed immediately, his eyes gleamed, completely ignoring the hint from his eldest brother Cao Ang.