Scholar and old attack

Jiang Jingyuan went to read the Book Club the next day, not to mention that the houses built by the ancients are quite unique, especially in places where reading is popular, the Book Club is the place where Gao Dashang endorses.

Although the attics on the upper and lower floors are not so exquisite, but the back of the house is next to the Qingshui River, standing on the attic, you can always experience the elegance of the Jiangnan water town.

If you add two more chairs, put a tea table, and sit on the attic to read, it will be more comfortable.

But the original owner was not as leisurely as Jiang Jingyuan. The downstairs was set up as a storefront, and the upstairs was turned into a storage room. There were densely packed books everywhere, which seriously damaged the layout of the attic.

There is a small courtyard behind the attic, which used to be used by bookstore boys to live in, but after Wu Guicheng was arrested, these people were implicated and ran away in fear.

Only the original shopkeeper is left, and the shopkeeper's surname is Yang and his name is Wanshu, which is worthy of this bookstore.

"Boss, I think all the guys in this store have left, why don't you leave?"

Jiang Jingyuan was a little strange. Even these little people knew the truth that people go to high places and water flows to low places. Yang Wanshu could not fail to understand.

Yang Wanshu nodded and lowered his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "New owner, this old man has been the shopkeeper of this bookstore for 30 years, and he has changed four or five different owners. If he hadn't shown affection for this bookstore, this old man would have left long ago."

Yang Wanshu had been the shopkeeper of this bookstore since he was young, but he was not the big shopkeeper at that time, and he was taken by the old shopkeeper. After the old shopkeeper passed away, he took over as the shopkeeper.

Later, the owner of the bookstore changed. Originally, he wanted to leave. After all, he was still young and wanted to go outside to see more. However, the owner was an inexperienced person, so the bookstore was left to him to take care of it. He only sent people to come every month. check accounts.

He thought it was pretty good, and if he went out to find another job, it might not be easy here, so he stayed.

This is the case after changing several masters, and he has worked from a young man to an old man. It is even more difficult to find a job when he is old, so he simply did not leave.

After Jiang Jingyuan understood the cause and effect, he nodded and said, "Then you can stay here. I just don't know much about running this bookstore, so tell me about it."

Of course, Yang Wanshu didn't say anything else, and began to explain to Jiang Jingyuan one by one.

Most of the bookstores in the Ming Dynasty had a store in front and a factory in the back. That is to say, there was a store in the front and a printing factory in the back. If someone came to the bookstore to submit a manuscript, and the manuscript was well written, it could be printed into a book and sold immediately.

There are also some good books sold by other bookstores, such as well-known books in other provinces, but the transportation is more troublesome. You can ask the shopkeeper to talk about it in the past and let them authorize their own bookstore to print copyright, so as to save money. Intermediate shipping charges.

The previous owners of the bookstore either didn’t do printing, or they all screwed up. The books piled up in the attic were all printed but not sold.

Later, I simply stopped accepting manuscripts, and just printed some copyright books authorized by other bookstores, which can make money and save trouble.

After Jiang Jingyuan found out, he discovered that there was a small courtyard behind the residence in the backyard, where the bookstore specialized in printing.

"The new owner, if you want the bookstore to open as soon as possible, you have to recruit people as soon as possible," Yang Wanshu thought about it and reminded him kindly.

The bookstores are all ready-made, and it is all right to open the door directly. This can be printed, and no one can handle it.

"Yes." Jiang Jingyuan agreed.

The printing technique of the Ming Dynasty was already extremely mature, and as long as it recruited manpower, it could automatically set up the shelf of a book club.

"I'll go back and ask if anyone is willing to work at the bookstore. By the way, how do we get paid?" Jiang Jingyuan asked again.

"Ordinary cleaners get one dollar a month, those who know a little bit about ink and writing get three dollars a month, those who are in charge of engraving and printing get five dollars a month, and the old one as a shopkeeper gets one or two dollars a month."

Yang Wanshu replied respectfully.

After Jiang Jingyuan understood it, he instructed again, "The door will not be opened for a few days. You can find some temporary staff to sort out all the books in the book club. The Four Books and Five Classics are divided into one category, and other miscellaneous books are divided into another category. These are all cleaned up and arranged in order according to the twelve heavenly stems and earthly branches."

"Yes."

One advantage of Yang Wanshu is that he doesn't talk too much, he will do what you tell him to do.

This kind of person is collectively referred to as the elm head, who can't turn his mind, but getting along with such a person is the most comfortable, and there is no need to prevent him from making small moves behind his back.

Jiang Jingyuan thought, this is the reason why several owners of the bookstore kept him.

After explaining to Yang Wanshu, Jiang Jingyuan left a few taels of silver to pay Yang Wanshu's wages and left the book club to go to the pastry shop to buy some snacks.

When he came out of the dim sum shop, his heart felt angina. The catty of sophora biscuits he was holding in his hand cost half a tael, or five renminbi, which could pay a printing worker's wages for a month.

A few days ago, the family did earn a fortune from investing in the field, but the debt was paid off and the house was redeemed. Now the family's remaining money is only enough for daily expenses.

If this bookstore doesn't open again, it will just sit and eat.

Money, I really can't help but spend it.

Young Master Jiang, who had never experienced lack of money in his previous life, finally experienced what it was like to be short of money.

A penny beats a hero.

Just now he even wanted to redecorate the bookstore to make the whole bookstore neater and brighter, but after calculating the money, he silently gave up.

After returning home with the cakes, he asked Chen Xiuxiu where his cousin Chen Hongmei lived. He tidied up his clothes and walked to his cousin's house in a leisurely manner.

It's been almost a month since I arrived in Jiangyu Village. Because of Jiang Jingyuan's distaste for his tribe, he basically doesn't come out and walk around very much, and the range of activities is only a few tens of meters near his home.

Now because he wanted to visit his cousin, he had to step into the center of Jiangyu Village.

Chen Hongmei is about 25 years old. She is married to Jiang Daming, a farmer in Jiangyu Village. She is the second wife.

Chen Hongmei was originally married to a scholar in the village next door to Chenjia Village, but in the past eight years of marriage, she only had one daughter named Daya. Not even a granddaughter.

Later, the matchmaker said that the matchmaker married Jiang Daming for the second time. Jiang Daming was 30 years old. Because his family had many brothers and was poor, he couldn't afford a wife, so he dragged it to this age.

Chen Hongmei agreed to marry Jiang Daming because Jiang Daming said he would treat her daughter Daya as his own.

When Jiang Jingyuan arrived at Chen Hongmei's house, Daya was outside the yard playing mud with a few children from Jiangjia Village.

Jiang Jingyuan didn't know Da Ya, so he just took out some maltose from his bosom and asked, "Who is Da Ya?"

"Me." A thin and timid girl in the crowd stood up and looked at Jiang Jingyuan with a pair of ignorant eyes.

Jiang Jingyuan distributed the candy to several children one by one, knelt down and said to the big girl, "Hey, go to the house and call your mother, okay?"

Although Jiang Jingyuan and Chen Hongmei are cousins, the men and women have to be cautious. If Jiang Daming is at home, it is fine, but if he is not at home, he will rashly go to the house, and all kinds of gossip will spread tomorrow.

There are several village households in the area where Chen Hongmei lives. Jiang Jingyuan just stood there for a while, and many people looked at him.

Da Ya took the candy and happily went into the room to call Chen Hongmei, and a neat woman came out of the room after a while.

Chen Hongmei obviously knew Jiang Jingyuan, and was a little surprised, "Jing Yuan, why are you here?"

"Cousin Hongmei." Jiang Jingyuan also greeted with a smile.

"Da Ming is not at home, so I won't invite you in." Chen Hongmei originally wanted to invite Jiang Jingyuan to sit in the house, but when she saw the curious eyes around them, she frowned and looked displeased.

"It's okay." Jiang Jingyuan handed the pastries he bought to Chen Hongmei, "I'm here this time to thank my cousin for her help last time."

Chen Hongmei didn't answer, and said with a smile, "Thank you so much."

Seeing that Chen Hongmei didn't accept it, Jiang Jingyuan had no choice but to give the things to Da Ya.

Chen Hongmei was helpless, and said to Da Ya, "Da Ya, call me uncle."

"Uncle." Da Ya didn't have any resistance to Jiang Jingyuan, the uncle who appeared out of nowhere, who just captured her heart with a piece of malt candy.

"Good." Jiang Jingyuan patted the big girl's head.

Chen Hongmei looked a little embarrassed, looked at Jiang Jingyuan and said embarrassingly, "This child doesn't have a name yet, please ask Jing Yuan to help me get one, her father said to put her on the family tree in the next two days, and it's too ugly to write Da Ya on the family tree a bit."

Being on the genealogy means that the name will be with Da Ya for a lifetime, but Jiang Daming has never read a book, so he hesitated for a long time and couldn't come up with a good name.

"Okay." Jiang Jingyuan didn't refuse, but just sighed in his heart, his cousin's ex-husband is really not a thing, and he doesn't even want to name his own daughter.

Jiang Jingyuan thought for a while, then smiled and said, "What is the name/chunya? The spring buds represent new life, hope, health and growth."

Chen Hongmei's eyes lit up, and she said happily, "Okay, I'll call it Chun Ya."

"Da Ya, your name will be /Chun Ya from now on, thank you uncle for naming it."

"Thank you uncle." Jiang Chunya is six years old this year, and he understands the importance of a name very well.

After returning from Chen Hongmei's house, Jiang Jingyuan was obviously in a low mood. When he told Chen Xiuxiu about this, Chen Xiuxiu also had a look of resentment, "There is no such thing as a father. Just watch, you will regret it one day."

Mentioning a child is like pulling a string in Chen Xiuxiu's heart, "By the way, when are you going to arrange your marriage? I'm looking forward to having a grandson or granddaughter for my mother. Don't worry, my mother will never be partial, Shui Zhou doesn't care. Whatever happens, my mother will like him."

"It's best to hold two children for three years. If you work harder, you can have twins, but I don't know if your small body will do it." Chen Xiuxiu wrung her fingers and fantasized, then glanced at Jiang Jingyuan's thin figure, and cast aside curled his lips.

Xu Shuizhou, who was holding a pile of vegetables outside the door, was as crimson as a ripe persimmon.

Just when Jiang Jingyuan was preparing to go to the spring outing, Chen Xiuxiu's words hit the nail on the head, Chen Hongmei's ex-husband really regretted it, and took his mother to make a fuss in Jiang's yard.

The author has something to say: Zhou Zhou looked tangled, "Is it better to have two babies for three years, or to have two babies in one birth."

Yuan Yuan twitched the corner of her mouth, isn't it my decision to make such a thing? ? ?