Learning literature and martial arts, goods and imperial families. Those who want to make a name for themselves can only climb the path of famous families. Therefore, seeing Tiesheng's indifferent attitude, Lu Ming whispered: "Tiezi, a few days ago, the eldest brother wrote to him that he was already a confidant of the second master. In the future, he would arrange a future and even become an official. Not to mention that senior brother, I didn't remind you, the third grandmother in the He family is now in charge of the He family. You should also show your face more quickly, which will be good for you in the future."

However, Tiesheng still didn't care and said with a smile: "Senior Brother, let me play for a few more years? I'm not like the eldest brother and you, and I can get crazy for one day. Moreover, Jingjiazhuang always needs people to keep the scene, and the master also sent someone to call me, and I'm going to go back tomorrow."

Lu Ming smiled helplessly: "It's up to you."

Although the reputation of Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall spreads all over the north and is even more rampant in most Shandong and Laizhou Prefectures, the main hall is not in Laizhou City, but in Jingjiazhuang. If Laizhou City is the administrative center of Laizhou Prefecture, Jingjiazhuang is the center of the rivers and lakes, with all the religions and the world gathering together, and the fish and dragons are mixed.

Just like those fighting athletes in modern society, some hope to retire and enter police stations and other units to become civil servants, seeking a lifetime of stability; some still want to wander around the world and gain a better reputation. These are all choices of their own paths.

However, in Lu Ming's mind, Tie Sheng's idea was still very naive. This era was not like modern society at all. It can be said that the government held all the resources. If you want to gain both fame and fortune, you cannot do without the government. Moreover, the status of the people in the martial arts world and the people in the government is simply the same as the heaven and the earth. For example, the later Tai Chi master Yang Luchan was the fist and foot teacher of the Duan Wang Mansion? To be a joke, even Lin Chong's 800,000 imperial guards coach was not as good as that. Dong Haichuan, the master of Baguazhang, was even more miserable, and he was a eunuch in the Su Wang Mansion?

Even a young man like Tiesheng still dreams of a reputation in the world. However, when the main hall of Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall is in Jingjiazhuang, the master, master and several uncles of the museum really need to support the staff, Lu Ming no longer advised each other. Anyway, in a few years, when Tiesheng gets married and starts a business, his ideas will change sooner or later, and it will not be too late to ask the He Mansion again.

...

The brothers were whispering, and He Wenxian had already walked to the shop across the street. However, when he was about to step onto the steps, he suddenly turned his head and saw someone reading a book with relish, and it was actually a painting book I had never seen before. He felt it was fresh, so he walked over curiously.

Seeing someone coming, and it was a child wearing a long essay gown, Qin Gao and Tang Dong looked up and then continued reading as if nothing had happened. One of them was a child and the other was mentally retarded, and they had no hierarchical concepts, so they regarded He Wenxian as an ordinary passerby.

He Wenxian stared at the album for a while, then raised his legs and prepared to leave. But suddenly he felt itchy again. After all, it was still a child. The temptation of the album was too strong. He finally couldn't help it and asked, "Two... brothers, you can take the liberty to bother, is this book shop sold in the book shop?"

Qin Gao and Tang Dong looked up together. Seeing that He Wenxian was very polite, Tang Dong replied with a smile: "This was painted by Brother Bai himself. I don't know if there is any in the bookstore." He showed off his childishly while his words.

"Oh?" He Wenxian became even more curious, stretched his neck and took a look, and found that it was indeed not stereotyped, but hand-painted. "So ask..."

Tang Dong was also very interested when he saw He Wenxian, so he generously invited him: "It's very beautiful, let's go together!"

He Wenxian looked at the followers on both sides and felt a little embarrassed. He really wanted to see it, but the education he had received since childhood made it impossible for him to sit and watch along the street like Qin Gao and Tang Dong.

Uncle Lai behind him observed his expression and immediately walked out with a condescending smile: "Two little brothers, we young master want, can you give up? We are from the He Mansion, I wonder if we can do it?"

"How is that?" Although Tang Dong was reluctant to leave, he knew that these books were all about to be sold. After thinking about it, he felt that serious things were important: "We were selling them first?"

"Oh." Uncle Lai smiled, "Then little brother, let's offer a price!" As long as his young master likes it, it doesn't matter if the price is a little higher.

"How much?" Tang Dong looked at Qin Gao beside him anxiously. Qin Gao was indifferent at all. He didn't care about such things at all. So Tang Dong became more and more anxious, and he didn't want to escape from the business. In a hurry, he looked at his fingers and remembered that he had ten toes, so he opened his fingers and quoted a "high price" in his mind, "Just... twenty words!"

"Twenty-Twenty-Wen?" He Wenxian, Uncle Lai and the others were all shocked. It was not because the price was too high, but because it was too cheap, which was almost the same as giving it for free.

Uncle Lai immediately wanted to agree, but he thought that maybe it was the reputation of the two children in front of him who took the He Mansion. No matter what the reason was, he would take advantage of this first.

Unexpectedly, He Wenxian was still very kind: "My friend, do you really only sell this price?"

"Yes!" Tang Dong seemed very proud to have the hope of completing this business. With such a lot of money, he could buy a lot of delicious snacks. Brother Bai second brother would definitely praise him as a smart child. "We have ten books here, all of which are different stories, all of which are..., yes..." With his fingers in a stern way, Tang Dong couldn't figure out the total number for a while.

He Wenxian showed an incredible expression. Ten books were only 200 articles, and any book in the book shop costs three or five cents, not to mention those high-priced books, sometimes one or two taels. He was also ready to agree, thinking that he would reward some silver for the two people in front of him after buying them.

But at this moment, Qin Gao, who had not spoken around, suddenly spoke: "There are 16 taels in total."

"Sixteen taels?" Uncle Lai and the others exclaimed in unison again. The price of the ups and downs is too exaggerated, right?

"Yes, 16 taels." Qin Gao insisted, with a serious expression. He really didn't know what the price was, but just now he heard Qin Bai and Li Gan say that they would earn 16 taels to pay off their debts, so Qin Gao stubbornly recognized the number.

Uncle Lai suddenly got a little angry. It’s not that the price is expensive, there are not many 16 or 20 books, let alone the price of hand-made paintings is higher. The main reason is that he feels cheated. In Laizhou City, there are people who have the courage to joke like this about the He Mansion.
Chapter completed!