Kidnapped by Princess Changle at the beginning

After a few days, only Confucian scholars were left waving their flags and shouting, with fewer and fewer supporters.

And various associations in Chang'an City are still popping up in an endless stream.

Even children as young as seven or eight years old will organize themselves to form a poop association.

Looking around, Chang'an City is full of federations.

Morning of this day.

Many pedantic literati in the court began to force Li Er again.

Before Li Er could react, he saw Changsun Wuji and a group of ministers jumping out one after another, scolding these literati bloody.

Li Er took this opportunity to directly pull the group of literati out and beat them up.

Later, Li Er announced that the pencil was invented by Li Er, the ancestor of the Li family.

As for the evidence that the pencil was invented by Lao Tzu, it is still very sufficient. Yuan Tiangang has already produced many ancient books with him, which can be called impeccable.

With the end of the eldest grandson's family and the help of Li Er, the pencil has transformed into a writing tool like a brush.

Among them, Rulin suffered heavy losses.

Daomen is overwhelmed!

Li Er attacked a group of Confucianists who didn't understand the rules.

The grandson's family got the secret recipe for pencil making and the pencil factory.

The people are happy!

Merchants formed their own federations.

Looking around, everyone has gained.

……

half a month later.

The first batch of pencils sold by Changsun's family after taking over the pencil factory, sold a total of [-] pieces.

Ten thousand pencils are two thousand pens.

According to the contract, Chen Chu was to be given two hundred guan.

The backyard of Duke Qi's mansion.

Gao Shilian and Changsun Wuji sat opposite each other.

Changsun Wuji sighed.

Gao Shilian asked in surprise: "Auxiliary machine, I heard that ten thousand pencils were sold today, but many people couldn't buy them. Why are you sighing?"

Changsun Wuji said: "Uncle, you don't know something. The two thousand pens are really going to be given to Chen Chu for two hundred pennies. At the beginning, when Chen Chu offered to sell a pencil and give him twenty Wen, I don't think so. I just thought it was a small amount of money, but now it seems that I was fooled. From now on, my eldest grandson’s family will manufacture and sell pencils for generations, but Chen Chu can collect money by doing nothing. In a short time Fortunately, but decades have passed, and by then, my eldest grandson's family will suffer..."

Gao Shilian was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Auxiliary machine, I have a way. Why don't you reduce the number of pencils sold here, anyway, Chen Chu doesn't know..."

This method is not bad!

For example, [-] pieces were sold!

Tell Chen Chu that only one thousand pieces will be sold!

The money given to Chen Chu would naturally be much less.

However, Changsun Wuji shook his head: "Uncle, twenty pennies is nothing. My eldest grandson Wuji is also a person who keeps his promises. I can't do such things. Besides, if someone exposes it, I'm afraid it will hurt my eldest grandson." The family is not good..."

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Chapter 181 The wicked have their own grind

Changsun Wuji continued to sigh.

Gao Shilian thought for a while, but said: "Auxiliary machine, there is another plan."

"Please teach me, uncle!"

Gao Shilian looked around to see that there was no one around, and then he approached Changsun Wuji, and said in a low voice, "Auxiliary machine, why not do this, now, no one in the world opposes pencils, more and more people want to buy pencils, but pencils But there is only a small part of it. Why don’t you increase the price of pencils, two hundred pennies each, which is too cheap. I remember that when Chen Chu was in the Hongwen Museum, he sold pencils for ten pennies. It doesn't matter if it's a penny or two pennies, anyway, Chen Chu can't make pencils, and it's even more impossible for others to make pencils, the price is not set by your eldest grandson's family as they want."

Ok?

Zhangsun Wuji's eyes suddenly lit up.

This is a good way!

He said happily: "Uncle, your words awakened the dreamer!"

Changsun Wuji's depressed mood was swept away.

He was in a good mood: "Come here, serve good wine..."

The next day.

The pencil specialty store in Dongxier City suddenly stopped selling pencils.

At first, people thought it was just that new pencils weren't being produced.

But after a few days, there was still no pencil.

For a time, people panic.

……

Duke Lu's Mansion.

Zhu Neng and others looked at Chen Chu worriedly.

Zhu Neng said: "Boss, we have all been fooled by the Changsun family. At the beginning, Master Changsun promised you that after buying the pencil factory, all the workers in it will be kept. But within a few days, the Changsun family came to find me. For various reasons, all our workers were kicked out...Now many people are homeless, what should we do?"

Chen Chu frowned.

The eldest grandson's family must have done something unreasonable about this matter.

But there is nothing wrong with that.

After all, these people used to belong to Chen Chu.

Changsun Wuji is definitely worried about using it.

There's nothing wrong with kicking it out.

The only thing that made Chen Chu unhappy was that the grandson's family stopped selling pencils.

As for its purpose, everyone knows Sima Zhaozhi's heart.

Want to increase the price!

Wanted for sale!

Chen Chu stood up and said, "People's hearts are not enough to swallow an elephant! Master Changsun, you are really a greedy guy..."

As he spoke, he waved to Zhu Neng and the others: "Okay, you guys go down first, I'll figure out a solution for this matter!"

"Yes, boss!"

Zhu Neng and others retreated.

Chen Chu immediately took out a piece of paper and began to write and draw.

In a short time, a letter was written.

Chen Chu asked Cheng Chubi to come over, and confessed: "Chubi, you immediately give this letter to A Niu, and ask him to pass it on to your father."

Cheng Chubi took the letter and left in a hurry.

It was dark.

A black shadow appeared in Lu Guogong's mansion, and went straight into the courtyard where Chen Chu lived.

This person is exactly His Majesty Li Er today.

On both sides of the stone table under the tree.

Chen Chu and Li Er sat opposite each other.

After a while, Li Er suddenly looked at Chen Chu in surprise, and said, "Boy, do you want me to take profit from the eldest grandson's family?"

Officials do not compete with the people for profit!

The emperor does not compete with ministers for profit!

This is a long-standing tradition.

Even if you do it, do it quietly.

Because, face!

But now Chen Chu straight to the point asked Li Er's internal library to do the pencil business.

This is equivalent to uprightly stealing money from the grandson's family.

Of course Li Er did not agree.

Chen Chu waved his hands and said, "Father, now is not the time to talk about face...Pencils, you must know its function. With pencils, the lives of people in the world will be much more convenient. Therefore, my dream is to use pencils as soon as possible." It has been promoted to the whole world, but now, the eldest grandson's family wants to make it into a luxury item to make money, while abandoning tens of millions of people, I can't stand such a selfish practice, can you bear it?"

"I……"

Li Er hesitated.

Chen Chu said again: "Father is worried that people in the world will scold you? You can rest assured..."

He leaned close to Li Er's ear and whispered something.

Li Er hesitated, and finally asked: "Boy, are you sure, although the price of this pencil is cheap, the more you sell, the more you will earn?"

Chen Chu nodded: "This is also an economic principle, and I can't explain it clearly yet."

Another high level of economics.

Li Er was speechless.

He stood up and hurried away.

……

at dusk.

The Duke of Qi.

Gao Shilian and Changsun Wuji exchanged cups.

Both of them were very happy.

Changsun Wuji said: "Uncle, this time, thanks to your strategy, my eldest grandson's family has not sold pencils for many days. Now, the price of pencils has risen to a penny. In time, it will definitely be able to reach two pennies. At that time, when the sale starts again, a pencil costs two pennies, giving Chen Chu twenty Wen, it will be nothing... Hahaha..."

After speaking, he and Gao Shilian drank two more glasses.

Gao Shilian asked: "Auxiliary machine, in Chang'an City, is it hard to find a fortune?"

Changsun Wuji nodded: "That's right, there is no more pencil in the East and West cities."

Gao Shilian said happily: "Two pennies for a pencil, just around the corner!"

"Come, uncle, I respect you!"

The two continued to drink.

At this time, I saw a figure rushing in, shouting: "Father, it's not good..."

Changsun Wuji looked back, only to see that it was his son Changsun Chong who barged in.

He asked unhappily: "Nizi, did you go to snatch someone else's wife again, and was reported to the government?"

Chang Sun Chong shook his head, took a breath and said, "No, no, dad, someone is selling pencils in Dongshi..."

"What? How is it possible? Now that all the pencils in the pencil factory are in the warehouse, how could someone sell pencils?" Changsun Wuji was taken aback.

Chang Sun Chong explained: "Father, I also just got the news. It is said that there is a pencil specialty store in Dongshi. The pencils they sell are only [-] cents a piece. Now many people go there."

Changsun Wuji's complexion changed, and he said in a deep voice: "Go and check immediately, and see what the origin of this pencil store is."

"Yes!"

The eldest grandson hurried away.

Gao Shilian on the side said: "This matter is mostly done by Chen Chu."