In the Political Affairs Hall, Bao Zheng and Zeng Gongliang sat opposite each other.

There was a bag on Zeng Gongliang's forehead, and Bao Zheng smiled bitterly.

"Bao Xiren, how do you calculate this?"

Zeng Gongliang gritted his teeth and said, "I'm just arguing with you about what kind of reward should be given to Bi Sheng's children and grandchildren. You actually took this evil move!"

Bao Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "I am holding the inkstone to hit the mouse, but you... you suddenly ran in, I..."

"Where is the mouse?"

Zeng Gongliang and Bao Zheng were arguing with him this morning about what rewards Bi Sheng’s children and grandchildren should give. Later, he went out to do business, but as soon as he came back, he was caught in the inkstone of Bao Zheng and immediately shouted that Bao Zheng would take action.

Bao Zheng shook his head, pointed at Han Qi and said, "After you shouted, the mouse jumped up in fear. He probably ran away."

After hearing Zeng Gongliang's screams, Han Qi also jumped up. Hearing this, he stood up and smiled and said, "I just sat down and felt very soft..."

He then looked at his chair blankly, then reached out and touched his butt.

On the seat, a mouse-shaped blood mark was very clear.

As soon as he turned around, everyone saw the tragic mouse on his butt.

The mouse was sitting in thin slices by his butt, and his head was OK, and his tiny eyes were bright and bright at the prime ministers.

"Chen An is here!"

Someone outside shouted, Fu Bi got up and went out, "Someone must be going to inform him. Chen An is going to stand up for Xiren, so I will hold him up."

Zeng Gongliang cursed: "I was almost smashed to death by Bao Zheng's inkstone first. Does Chen An dare to take action?"

Fu Bi grabbed Chen An outside and said the matter innocently: "I heard that Bi Sheng's descendants are here, so I want to ask you all..."

The prime ministers were sneering.

Chen An definitely had a suspicion in the Political Affairs Hall and stared at Bao Zheng. When he heard Bao Zheng and Zeng Gongliang attack, Chen An came in a fierce manner. If Bao Zheng had taken the blame, the Political Affairs Hall would probably become a place for market fighting today.

Thinking of Chen An and Bao Zheng fighting Zeng Gongliang with one, even Han Qi sighed, and he couldn't bear it.

Chen An bowed his hand when he came in, "I have met you all, Zeng Xiang, this is... Alas! This bag looks shiny and looks auspicious."

Zeng Gongliang smiled angry, "You are shameless."

The misunderstanding was resolved, and Chen An asked Bi Sheng about it.

"Bi Sheng is considered a long-lived life. His four sons have arrived in the capital, and his three grandchildren will serve him. He will only cry outside the imperial city for a while yesterday, which is very sad."

After death, I think my descendants will be proud, but I can’t help but sigh.

"What do the officials say?"

"The official didn't say it."

Han Qi said angrily: "It was said to be a false title, but some people said that movable type printing is just a helping hand, and there is no need to make a big fuss."

"Who said that?"

Chen An was angry.

Han Qi looked at him, then looked at Bao Zheng, and signaled him to clean up.

Bao Zheng said angrily: "The scholars and officials are unwilling to use movable characters. They say that the characters are rigid and have no spirituality, so they don't want to read them."

"If you don't want to watch it, don't watch it!"

Chen An's calm look made Bao Zheng a little suspicious, "Don't do anything, I will naturally talk to him in front of the official family."

Chen An agreed with a smile and then went out.

"Why do I think Chen An is very honest today?"

Han Qi was changing his clothes, and only his underwear was left, but the mouse's blood still penetrated.

His fat figure made everyone feel ache when they saw it, and they felt that humans were really a strange one.

"Yes! That kid has always been honest."

Bao Zheng still spoke for Chen An without principles.

But Chen An had already started to grit his teeth.

Standing outside the imperial city, he ordered: "Go and find Wang Tiande and ask him to pass on the message. The Shen family wants to buy a printing bookstore, which costs 50% more than the market price, but there is one that the craftsmen keep."

Later, when the news came out, Wang Tiande was immediately blocked by more than ten merchants. After some inspection, Wang Tiande decided on a family and bought it directly, and then asked Chen An to inspect it.

The number one rich man in the Song Dynasty actually became our shopkeeper?

The craftsmen in the bookstore were so excited that they lined up to welcome them.

"I've seen the Dragon Sinking Picture."

Chen An nodded slightly, feeling that he was inspecting work.

It feels really good!

But he immediately alerted himself and told himself to stay calm.

Don't stumble!

"You were originally an old craftsman who made carvings. I would like to say here that those who have real skills will not have to worry about having no food."

The craftsmen had an excitement on their faces and did not feel like they were beaten to kill the powerful stick at all.

"If you don't do it well, Bianliang is not bad for craftsmen!"

This printing bookstore is of great use to Chen An's layout, so he does not hesitate to intimidate him.

The craftsmen were still excited.

"Anbei, they are all happy to do things for you!"

Wang Tiande followed behind, introducing the situation and talking about the human heart movements.

"When someone came to check it out, these people heard that you were going to buy it, tsk tsk! That look, I wish I could change the house immediately, but I felt that I was not loyal at all?"

This is the temptation of the richest man in the Song Dynasty.

Following Chen An and eating meat, this has been verified many times over the years, and these people are not moved.

Chen An inspected it and turned around and saw the craftsmen following behind him. He said, "This bookstore has a great use from now on. Just wait and do your work with peace of mind."

The craftsmen were very happy, and one of the craftsmen asked, "Dare you asking the picture of the dragon... No, you dare to ask your husband, we have a few books printed on our hands, but do you still need to do it?"

"Whose book?"

Chen An strolled in the store, flipping through the sample books casually, and seeing that it was mainly classics and some collections of essays, it felt very boring.

What is the entertainment career in Dasong?

Restaurant brothel!

"Langjun, it's a collection of essays."

Why!

Chen Anyangyangyang's collection of essays at hand, "Is it these inexplicable things?"

The craftsman smiled dryly and said, "Mr., I am willing to give money!"

Chen An looked at him without saying a word, and a craftsman said, "Can he still have money as a husband?"

yes!

The man in front of him is the richest man in the Song Dynasty.

"Turn off!"

Chen An's tone was relaxed.

The craftsman asked, "Then the money that should be paid according to the contract..."

"Give it to him!"

Chen An's attitude made the craftsmen happy.

Look, this gentleman has indeed activated the ability to make money.

No one can defeat it!

"yes!"

The craftsmen were convinced, and Chen An asked, "Do you know movable type?"

"This...everybody knows it."

Movable type is the enemy of craftsmen. For them, it is like a CNC machine tool. Suddenly one day he was taken to play with mechanical machine tools, which was still the most primitive.

"Do it!"

Chen An turned around and said, "I know you are unwilling to accept it, and I feel embarrassed to type. But do you know how many poor people are in the Song Dynasty?"

Everyone lowered their heads, and Wang Tiande said, "Some of them are from poor backgrounds, so how could they not know."

"There are countless poor people in the Song Dynasty!" Chen An raised his collection of essays, "If those poor people want to change their destiny, the only way is to study. Reading is not only an imperial examination, but also a change of their own vision and make people come out of ignorance.
To be continued...