strictlysupreme Chapter 247 Library Opening
Chapter 247 Library Opening
Chapter 247 Library Opening
Three days later, which was the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the library organized by Jiang An and his students would open.
Li Xingsang's father, who is now the owner of the bookstore, originally wanted to print out some storybooks and books of sages to test the waters first. In case the bookstore did not make good profits, he could stop the losses in time.
But the girl was full of confidence, so she gave the printing and binding guys a month's salary as a reward for three days of printing...
The guys who received the money were very motivated and stocked up enough to fill two warehouses!
On the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, the plaque covered with red silk has been installed, and it will be open to welcome guests tomorrow!
This is the case with the libraries in Chongzhou, and also with the libraries in the other two states in the north.
The opening date was also decided by the little girl...
The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is also known as La Festival in southern China.
On this day, everyone, whether kings, generals, or ordinary people, would offer sacrifices to their ancestors and the gods of heaven and earth, and would also cook Laba porridge at home.
The ancients said: "Giving porridge made from various grains, rice, fruits and beans as gifts is said to ward off evil and drive away the cold!"
Laba porridge also has the meaning of "red beans fighting ghosts".
Jiang An used this day to promote the Northern Three States Library...
She ordered people to prepare portraits of ancient sages and offerings, as well as cooked Laba porridge, and place them at the door when the library opened.
On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, we can offer sacrifices to our ancestors, to heaven and earth, but why can't we offer sacrifices to the sages?
As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father...
They listened to the words of the sages and read the books of the sages, so the sages are the teachers of all the scholars in the world!
As a student, it is reasonable to worship your teacher!
The above is the original words of the little girl~
The teacher was stunned by what he said, but he actually felt that there was some truth in it.
They all worship in front of the library, which is sure to attract a lot of onlookers, and scholars and students will certainly flock to it.
Then take out the hot Laba porridge. This is not ordinary Laba porridge, but Laba porridge with the incense of saints.
The imperial examination will be held after Qingming Festival the following year, and students will be scrambling to get a spot!
With this arrangement, even if the library doesn’t sell many books on the opening day, its reputation has been established, so there will be no worries about a lack of customers in the future!
After saying this, Li Xingsang's father, who had been doing business for many years, also admired the little girl very much.
Isn’t this the brain of a natural businessman?
His father gave his son a slap and frowned, "Are you really my son?"
I didn't inherit any talent for business from you!
Li Xingsang rubbed the back of his head and glanced at his father, "If you continue like this, I will go back and tell Mom..."
His father quickly covered his son's mouth and smiled flatteringly, "Dad just said that..."
"As a man, how can you look for your mother every day?"
Li Xingsang was speechless, "You said this when I was three years old."
He is twelve years old now, and still uses this trick?
……
On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Jiang Jichen, as the commander-in-chief of the army, had to lead his soldiers to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, so he could not accompany the little girl to prepare for the opening ceremony.
One moment he had an apologetic look in his eyes, and the next moment the little girl brought a thick stack of red paper...
The old father took a look and asked, "What's this for?"
Jiang An grinned, patted the red papers with his fat paws, and said in a 'treasonous' way: "It's okay if Daddy doesn't come, just help An An write something~"
"The library is open. Buy three books and get a page of large characters written by the prince of the state~"
It would look so grand if you hung this at home!
Can also ward off evil spirits~
Jiang Jichen narrowed his eyes and lifted his daughter's ear, "To ward off evil spirits?"
"Hey!"
The little girl stood on tiptoe and smiled adorably, "Daddy~~"
The old father sighed and tapped the table with his fingertips, "Come here and grind it."
"Dad is the best!"
She ran over, holding the ink stick in her fat paws, her eyes shining.
Jiang An: I will grind it! I will grind it! Silver, all silver!!
On the morning of the eighth day, Jiang Jichen got on his horse, looked at his daughter in front of the mansion gate, and said, "After I finish my military affairs, I will go to the library."
Jiang An waved his little paw, "It's okay, Dad will take his time, there's no rush~"
Better come back slowly!
My father always felt something was wrong...
There was no time for him to think too much. If he didn't set off now, it would be too late for the army.
After seeing her father off, the little girl got on the carriage, holding a big bun in each hand, and went to the library.
She did not enter the library, but watched from the private room of the teahouse opposite.
Watching the shopkeeper instructing his staff to hang up the portraits of the ancient sages and arrange the offerings...
As she said, after the shouting, a lot of people gathered in front of the library to watch the fun, and scholars and students would stop to watch when they passed by.
They lined up, received incense from the library to pay tribute to the ancestors, and couldn't resist their curiosity and walked into the library.
After about an hour, the library was already packed with people...
Everyone was crowded here, and even the people at the back didn’t know what this place was for. They just stopped to watch the fun out of curiosity.
Seeing more and more people coming, the little girl was almost smiling.
I wish my eyes could be covered with white silver!
She also did not forget to ask Zhengyan to go to the government office to find the governor and borrow some people to maintain order.
There are so many people here, please don’t let a stampede happen!
The shopkeeper saw that most people had gathered and took a piece of red paper from the waiter.
He stepped on a stool, held up a red paper, and shouted, "The library is open today. Anyone who buys three or more books can get a copy of the prince's personal handwriting!"
"This is written by the prince himself. If you get one, it will keep your family safe for a year!"
Hu Yan, who had rushed from the military camp, heard the shouting in the carriage and lifted the curtain to look.
The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, with the general's heroic spirit hidden in every stroke. It must be written by the prince himself.
His fox eyes flashed with a smile, why didn't he know that the prince had such an effect? !
The driver in black armor changed into his regular clothes and couldn't help laughing, "Military Advisor, if the commander knew about this, the young lady would get beaten, right..."
The road ahead was blocked by traffic, so Hu Yan got off the carriage here.
He knocked on Hei Jia's forehead with his folding fan, "That is indeed the prince's handwriting. Our young lady will not be beaten..."
Not to mention selling the prince's handwritten edict today, even if the imperial edict was taken out and sold, I guess the prince would still protect it.
A noise broke out in the crowd. Some people rushed to the library, holding their purses high. Of course, some people questioned whether this was really written by the prince himself.
The shopkeeper bowed towards the second floor of the teahouse opposite and said, "The eldest daughter of the palace returned from studying in the south. She saw that the bookstores in the south were flourishing and there were many talented scholars. When she learned that our Chongshan Bookstore had opened, she specially asked the prince for this handwritten letter!"
"May talented people emerge from the three states of the north, and both civil and military talents flourish!"
“May the young people of Nanshang inherit the unique knowledge of the ancient sages and bring eternal peace to the world!”
"it is good!"
In the crowd, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar held up the incense in his hand, looking excited, "What a great way to inherit the unique knowledge of the ancient sages and bring eternal peace!"
Hu Yan paused as he was going up the stairs, lowered his eyes to hide his emotions, and repeated this sentence over and over again.
After a long while, he finally heard him whisper, "This little girl, how can she open a library..."
She wants to attract the attention of southern businessmen and scholars to the north.
If this happens a few more times, who will still remember the old Xie family tutor...
The people on the street looked in the direction the shopkeeper was looking, and saw that the person sitting on the second floor of the teahouse was the eldest lady!
Now, no one doubts the authenticity of the prince's handwriting...
After all, Jiang An was sitting there!