Poor Family

  Chapter 19 Crazy Trial

  When school was about to leave in the afternoon, Li Yanqing was called to the study by Yao Ding. Yao Ding put the white paper with couplets on it in front of him with a gloomy face, "You wrote this, right?"

  Yao Ding rapped on the table with his claw-like fingers, "I can recognize your handwriting!"

   "It was written by a student." Li Yanqing admitted.

   "Where did you copy this couplet from?"

  Li Yanqing bowed his head and said: "It was a student who realized it by chance."

   "There are several books on this couplet, "Shangshu", "Book of Changes", "Li Sao", "Zhuangzi", have you read them all?" Yao Ding stared at him sharply.

   "Students have read it."

   "Give me two silent sentences for each book."

  Li Yanqing was telling the truth. His father borrowed a lot of books for him, and he had read them thoroughly.

   "Recite "Zhuangzi. Happy Journey" to me!"

   This is Yao Ding's favorite article, he decided to test Li Yanqing to the end.

   "There is a fish in the north, and its name is Kun. The size of the Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; when it turns into a bird, its name is Peng. The back of the Peng, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is..."

  Li Yanqing recited the words in one breath, word for word.

Yao Ding asked him to recite "Li Sao" again, and Li Yanqing still recited it word for word. Only then did he believe that Li Yanqing was not lying, but Yao Ding still had no expression on his face, and asked coldly: "Who told you? Is there a blank couplet here?"

   "When the students went to the latrine, they saw from the window that the master's window was not closed."

  Yao Ding glanced at the window, and indeed he could see the white couplets on the wall from outside the window, and he asked sharply, "Why did you enter my room without authorization?"

  Li Yanqing hesitated and said: "The student saw the horizontal comment and thought of this couplet. His hands were itchy for a while, so he wanted to write it and send it to Master."

   "Give it to me?" Yao Ding's eyes widened.

   "Students got it wrong!"

  Yao Ding stared at him for a long time before finally nodding his head, "Since you know your mistake, stretch out your hand!"

  Li Yanqing stretched out his palm, Yao Ding pulled out the bamboo whip and lashed his palm three times, then said: "I gave Wang Gui ten lashes last time, do you know why?"

   "Students don't know!"

   "Three lashes are because he entered my study without permission, and the other seven lashes are to teach him to lie. You are more honest than him in this regard, so the seven lashes are exempted."

  Li Yanqing called luck secretly, he quickly lowered his head, "Student, don't dare next time."

  Yao Ding said with a dark face: "Go! Stop showing off your so-called knowledge in front of me from now on."

   "Student knows his mistake!" Li Yanqing saluted and retreated.

Yao Ding waited for him to go far away, then took out the couplet written by Li Yanqing, read it carefully twice, and felt deeply moved in his heart. He might not even be able to write this couplet himself. He always thought that his grandson was a child prodigy. But compared to Li Yanqing, his grandson is still far behind!

  He simply took down the blank banner on the wall, and wrote it with a stroke of his pen. He actually liked this couplet very much in his heart.

  Read positively, read easy and change, read Sao and find secluded, read Zhuang and learn Da, read Chinese and learn firm, the most interesting time in the volume;

  Same field as chrysanthemum, same sparseness as plum, same cleanness as lotus, same fragrance as orchid, same rhyme as begonia, and will call himself the fairy in Huali.

  . ． ． ． ． ．

  Master Yao's three lashes were so severe that Li Yanqing's hand hurt unbearably, but he was afraid that Yue Fei would laugh at him, so he could only endure the pain and pretended nothing happened.

   Li Yanqing originally wanted to use this opportunity to change Master's attitude towards him, but he didn't expect to be self-defeating. In the eyes of Master, he became a pedant, which made him very annoyed, and flattered him on the horse's hoof.

   After school, Li Yanqing walked out of the school dejectedly, and suddenly heard someone calling him from the opposite side of the official road. When he looked up, it turned out to be his father Li Daqi.

   "Daddy, when did you come back?"

Li Daqi was also very happy, and took his son's hand and said: "I just came back, I heard from Mrs. Hu that you went to school to study, and I rushed to school again, Qing'er, you...how did you do it?" Arrived?"

Li Daqi was surprised and excited at the same time. Not only the huge debt he owed was forgiven, but the brick house was rebuilt at home, and even the housekeeper Liu, whom he hated, was driven away. Li Daqi felt like he was in a dream. In just a few days, his fate was completely reversed, all because of his son.

  Li Yanqing scratched his head in embarrassment and said: "Don't ask, Dad, I will tell you later, or you can ask Fourth Uncle, he knows the reason better than me, and I am still at a loss!"

  Li Daqi nodded, "Okay! I'll go back and ask your fourth uncle."

   "Daqi, this is your son Yanqing?" The shopkeeper Luo who came back with Li Daqi next to him asked with a smile.

  Li Yanqing found out that there was another person behind his father. He was white and fat, with a persimmon face. It didn't look special, but he had a kind face.

   "It's my son."

  Li Daqi smiled and introduced to Li Yanqing: "Qing'er, this is the treasurer Luo of the county bookstore."

   Shopkeeper Luo was quite polite, and he invited his father and son to dinner in a tavern in the town. He ordered a jug of wine, ordered a few more dishes, chatted with Li Daqi and his son for a while, and then turned back to business.

  He took out Li Yanqing's manuscript, put it on the table and asked with a smile: "Yanqing, your father said that this is the book you wrote, is it true?"

   "It's my self-entertainment work, which made shopkeeper Luo laugh."

   "Otherwise, I read it carefully last night. It is very exciting and well written!" Shopkeeper Luo praised with a thumbs up.

  Beside him, Li Daqi was a little embarrassed and said: "I have already said that this book is a child's wild imagination, shopkeeper Luo, don't praise him too much."

  Li Yanqing asked with a smile: "Shopkeeper Luo, you don't come here just to relax, do you?"

   Shopkeeper Luo thought to himself, this kid is very good at talking!

   "Where! Where!"

  He immediately said to Li Daqi with a big smile on his face: "Daqi is too modest, if it's just nonsense, my proprietor will not let me come here, Yanqing, let's talk about this book!"

   Shopkeeper Luo put the manuscript in front of Li Yanqing, "Did you write this manuscript?"

   Li Yanqing was stunned secretly, the Northern Song Dynasty would not have copyright! He then asked: "I don't quite understand the meaning of shopkeeper Luo. Is it because other bookstores printed this book first, and your bookstore can't print it again. Is there such a rule in the government?"

Shopkeeper Luo shook his head, "There are no specific regulations, but there are rules in the industry. Everyone is in this industry. There are some rules to be followed. I bought a manuscript and printed it to make money, so you should hurry up and print it. This is called Don't follow the rules. Generally speaking, big bookstores don't bother to do this kind of thing. It's just some small bookstores. At the same time, the words "applied to the superior, not to be reproduced" should be printed, and if anyone is found to have stolen the print, they will immediately go to the Chen government to destroy the board and punish them."

  Li Daqi was very nervous when he heard that he was going to be punished, and quickly asked his son, "Qing'er, did you write this book yourself?"

  Li Yanqing smiled slightly, "Has Daddy seen a book like this at home?"

  Li Daqi was right when he thought about it. His son hardly ever went out for more than a month, but I told him some stories about Monkey King before, and he must have memorized it, so he made up new stories.

  "Shopkeeper Luo, my son is very talented and intelligent. He has a good memory for reading. He has learned a lot about the past and the present at a young age. He especially likes to tell stories. This book is compiled by him telling stories to the neighbor's children."

   Shopkeeper Luo nodded, "Your son is indeed a mature young man, different from ordinary children. In fact, I just asked in accordance with the usual practice. If people in our business plagiarize other people's books, you can tell at a glance."

Speaking of this, he sincerely said to Li Yanqing: "I came today for two reasons. First, our bookstore wants to buy this book and print it for sale. Second, I hope you will continue to write it down. .”

  Li Yanqing immediately asked with a smile, "How much money does Shopkeeper Luo plan to give me?"

  Li Daqi's face sank, "Qing'er, don't ask such questions?"

  Scholars are ashamed to talk about money. Li Daqi is forced by life and has to haggle every penny, but he is very noble in his bones. He doesn't want his son to bend down for a few pennies like him.

   But Li Yanqing is much more realistic than his father. If it wasn't for earning money to support the family, what would he be doing so hard to stay up late writing a book?

   Shopkeeper Luo waved his hand, "Sure, I'm here for this purpose, let's do it! According to normal notebook novels, how about forty pennies per book?"

  Li Daqi was taken aback. He thought that five or six pennies would be enough. After all, it was something written by a child, and it couldn’t be put on the stage.

  Li Daqi hurriedly said: "Forty pennies is too much, ten pennies is enough, don't spoil the children."

  Li Yanqing said slowly to his father: "Father also underestimated shopkeeper Luo too much. As shopkeeper Luo, would he come to us for a mere ten bucks?"

   Shopkeeper Luo had heard that Li Daqi's son was an idiot, and he had always been contemptuous of it. He even suspected that this book was written by Li Daqi, but now he found that this boy was much smarter than his father, which really surprised him.

Shopkeeper Luo didn't dare to underestimate him any longer, and quickly explained to Li Yanqing: "Although our bookstore is a small shop, we are honest and trustworthy. Children and old people are not deceitful. Forty pennies is indeed the price of a notebook novel. You should know that, A book sells for fifty renminbi, and we have to pay for engraving, ink and paper. Generally, wool paper is not enough, and blue paper must be used. We need to sell at least two thousand copies to make money. No more than forty guan."

  Li Daqi was a little angry, when did his son learn to bargain like a businessman, and shopkeeper Luo treated him well, how could he make things difficult for him? Li Daqi lowered his face and said in a long voice, "Qing'er, don't say any more."

  Seeing that his father was angry, Li Yanqing pushed the manuscript to shopkeeper Luo, "Then let's make forty strokes!"

   Shopkeeper Luo was overjoyed, and quickly asked: "Then when will you give me the next book?"

  Li Yanqing scratched his head, pretending to be very embarrassed, "I'm too busy with my studies now, I'm afraid I don't have much time, maybe a year or so, I'll try my best!"

Shopkeeper Luo was stunned for a while, he finally realized how powerful this kid is, he thought for a while and said: "Otherwise, I'll give Sanzuguan the basic refill money, and another two thousand volumes as the boundary, more than two thousand volumes I will give you 20% of the part, how about this plan?"

Li Yanqing heard that he was willing to share 20% to himself, and the price was quite generous, so he smiled and said: "Then we will make an agreement. After the Spring Festival, I will hand over the next one to the shopkeeper. You and my father will pay the bill, and I will go back to make it." Homework."

   After finishing speaking, he was afraid that his father would blame him for falling into money, so he turned around and ran away.

  Li Daqi had nothing to do with his son, so he had to apologize to shopkeeper Luo: "Children are ignorant, please forgive me."

   Shopkeeper Luo smiled wryly, "If my son has 10% of his son's 'ignorance', I will burn incense to my ancestors."

  (end of this chapter)