The Spirit Monarch was currently busy with political affairs, but the court meeting still had to be held.
It was just that the emperor would leave after showing his face slightly.
The specific affairs were handled by the officials and handed over to the ten constant attendants for decision.
……
On the fourth day of March, the second day after the "Filial Piety Record" went on sale.
Li Tian went to the yamen early in the morning to take care of some matters.
He would skip work and sneak out when he was free.
He sneaked to the Zhen family's shop and asked Manager Zhang Liang about the situation of selling books.
Zhang Liang told the truth and said,
"Sir, since yesterday, there have been many people who came here to take a look.”
"After many people tried to read it, they also felt that the story was wonderful and quite enlightening.”
"However, many people feel that this book is too expensive, and it is not beneficial to the study of Confucian classics. They are reluctant to spend money to buy it.”
Li Tian asked patiently,"
"This book is expensive?"
"Just selling the paper alone, such a long scroll would cost more than ten yuan for Marquis Cai's paper, and thirty yuan for Uncle Zuo's paper.”
"The Zuo Bo paper I made is of better quality than ordinary Zuo Bo paper.”
"I even put the words on it. It only costs a hundred yuan per roll.”
Zhang Liang patiently explained,"
"Sir, this book of yours is indeed not expensive.”
"But in the end, it's still a matter of subject matter.”
"Scholars spend a lot of money to buy books and read books…the purpose is ultimately to benefit their career.”
"If it's just a story, it's fine if you read it and remember it.”
"If you're willing to sell the classics books, I can guarantee that your sales will increase by at least ten times.”
"With the number of scholars in Luo Yang City, as long as we monopolize them.”
"It's not a problem to sell a few hundred volumes of the Spring and Autumn Annals in a day.”
Fortunately, Li Tian knew that he had a backup plan.
He patted Zhang Liang's shoulder and said,"
"Don't be anxious. Let's wait and see for another two days."
"Tomorrow is the day of the court meeting.”
"I believe that in a few days, this set of books will sold well hotcakes. At that time, there will definitely be a benefactor helping!”
Zhang Liang was stunned by his words and said,
"Really? Even with the help of a noble, they couldn't force scholars to buy books, right?”
Li Tian smiled.
No matter what.
Liu Bei's filial piety had a threshold.
Just like Liu Zhengli's filial piety back then, there was also a threshold.
You must first learn how to be a soldier and be able to fight. Only then can you imitate this filial piety.
Therefore, at least for the first half of this year, no one would follow suit.
As for the backup plan, everything was under control!
……
The next day of the court assembly, the morning of the seventh day of the third month.
As the manager of the Zhen family's business in Luo Yang, Zhang Liang didn't need to personally get up early to patrol the shops.
Therefore, he followed his usual schedule and slept until the end of the morning before he slowly got up.
After breakfast, he went out to work at a normal pace.
However, it was about halfway through the morning.
He had just dressed up and washed up, and was still eating mutton soup cakes at home.
One of his subordinates, who was in charge of the accounts, rushed to him and reported a piece of news.
"Manager!"
"The shop selling paper in the western part of the city is full of customers!”
"It hasn't even been two hours since the shop opened this morning, and we've already sold a few hundred volumes of 'Filial Piety Record!”
"The stock in the shop has been sold out!”
"Let's hurry up and transfer the goods from the warehouse and workshop!”
The Zhen family's business in West City.
It was the main business selling the four treasures of the study, brush, ink, paper, inkstone.
There were also some other rare and elegant things that scholars often patronized.
Now, he was also selling books in that shop.
When Zhang Liang heard this good news, he was so surprised that his bamboo chopsticks fell on the table.
This was impossible!
The day before yesterday, he could only sell a dozen rolls a day!
Why did the situation change so drastically in just two days? He had sold a few hundred rolls in one morning?
This increase was too exaggerated.
"How many have we printed?"
Zhang Liang quickly asked.
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