Chapter 244 I am cursed by myself for thousands of years

After Biyue left, Zhang Qian looked more trance. Obviously, he was already deeply in love. In his eyes, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

It's just that the matter of the third hall made him very busy. For a while, he couldn't get out of it to build a bridge to be the old man who sent a lifelong marriage.

Two months have passed, and there is not much left of 100,000 taels allocated by the household department. If those treasures are not sold, there will be no money to turn around.

His heart was full of anxiety. Yang Yanzhao did not go to the place built by the third hall today. With Zhang Qian and Li Zhi, who also took leave, he walked into the most prosperous Dongjiaolou Street and Lane in Bianliang City.

Around, there is a lot of people, and there is an endless stream of customers and merchants. They stop and look at the 'Welcome Building' in front of them. They are carved and painted buildings, and they are covered with glazed tiles, curved buildings, and Zhulan colored thresholds. Judging from this appearance alone, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most high-grade restaurant in Bianliang.

The auctions are all rare rare scrolls in the world. What can be afforded must be the elegant and extremely good-faced powerful minister Fujia. Therefore, of course, this place is to choose the most expensive and most elegant. Otherwise, how can it reflect the weight of the books sold?

Of course, the most important thing is that this 'Yingbin Building' is the business of Jubao Pavilion. Even if Yang Yanzhao deliberately hides his dealings with Jubao Pavilion, it will inevitably leave traces. Therefore, occasionally getting close to the business of Jubao Pavilion and making a look like a separation, it may have unexpected effect.

The shopkeeper of the 'Welcome Building' is in his early thirties. He is upright and can take charge of such a luxurious restaurant in Bianliang City. In addition to being Du Quan's confidant, his own means are not to be underestimated by others.

In the restaurant, the layout is no less than the scenery seen outside. Flowers and auspicious clouds can be seen everywhere. The fireworks screen, silver chopsticks and jade cup are everywhere, and there are soft and elegant songs coming along the fragrance of flowers.

Stepping through the mahogany ladder with clouds and flowers, Yang Yanzhao went straight to the second floor. On the far left side of the corridor is a large elegant room. At the beginning, it was designed to make it convenient for the rich and young people to have fun. The room is quite large, about ten feet square. It is the most appropriate to have it as an auction place.

As soon as he got to the door of the elegant room, the shopkeeper in a purple-flowered cloud brocade robe came over with a smile, and his opponent bowed, "The little one has seen several adults."

The 'Welcome Building' is located in the most prosperous downtown in Bianliang. What comes every day is whether it is rich or noble. It can let the shopkeepers come to greet in person. Obviously, it is absolutely rare for young officials such as Yang Yanzhao, who can be seen everywhere in the capital.

Previously, when Zhang Qian and Li Zhi were looking for the auction place, they had not even seen the shopkeeper's face, so they were already very surprised to see Yang Yanzhao taking them to the 'Welcome Building'.

At this moment, no matter how much they booked a room in the 'Welcome Building', Zhang Qian and Li Zhi were shocked by the enthusiasm of the shopkeeper alone. They subconsciously turned their heads and stared at Yang Yanzhao.

Seeing the situation, Yang Yanzhao greeted the shopkeeper with a smile and did not explain the matter of Jubao Pavilion. The two of them knew He Yu's existence, so it was not difficult to figure out the reason.

Entering the elegant room, it was very spacious. The shopkeeper also rearranged the tables and chairs according to the instructions. A pear blossom sandalwood case was placed on the top, and fifty mahogany chairs and tea tables were below.

That is to say, there can only be 50 people in this auction. Rare things are precious. Yang Yanzhao still understands hunger marketing. The news of the auction of books spread as early as two months ago. Although there are continuous scolding and accusations, there are many buyers who have heard the news.

Therefore, the restriction of fifty people has increasingly increased the value of buyers. In this era when face is everything, doing this undoubtedly makes them great satisfaction in face.

After a few rounds in the elegant room, Yang Yanzhao was very happy. It seemed that he could see the silver rolling in tomorrow, and the embarrassment of untie his trousers and belt had long been tightened.

More importantly, tomorrow is a great opportunity for him to fight back. These days, whether in the court or the people, there are indignant scholars pounding their chests and feet all day long, shouting and scolding all over the sky, pointing straight at the finger.

Therefore, you have to perform a good play that can make everyone cry. Otherwise, you will lose your position in the minds of the readers. Even if the three halls are built, you will get half the result with half the effort. You will lose a good opportunity to become famous in vain, and you will have to be famous for generations.

The next day, for a moment, Yang Yanzhao's carriage slowly drove to the 'Welcome Building' under the escort of a team of forbidden troops. Before it arrived, there were more than a hundred people gathered there, with long shirts and cloth scarves, all of whom were literati.

"The dog officer is coming!"

With a shout of anger, the group of people moved quickly and stood in front of the carriage. Looking at the forbidden army who pulled out the knife, their faces were full of generous death.

"Dog officer, come out, the scroll of sages is the source of life. How can you sell it casually like this, stained with the disgusting smell of copper!"

"You don't deserve to be an official, and you don't deserve to be a scholar!"

"Get out of here!"

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The scolding came one after another, and the lieutenant leading the imperial army couldn't help turning his head and looking at the carriage behind him. There, the strong man driving was already red and his hand was holding the reins tightly, but there was no sound in the carriage he was driving.

Are you going to drive away these readers?

This makes him very difficult. The purpose of the palace is to ensure the normal operation of the auction, but among the scholars in front of him, there are many officials in the court. If all of them are offended, how can they live a peaceful life in the future?

Just as the lieutenant was struggling secretly, the passionate scholar in front of him stopped, turned his head and saw that Yang Yanzhao had walked down from the carriage. Suddenly, he only felt a tight heart and quickly waved his hand to escort several soldiers.

Sure enough, after a short silence, the crowd roared at Yang Yanzhao, who got out of the car, and even took out the prepared fruit and smashed it.

"Bang!"

Yang Yanzhao only felt that his face was sticky with a slight fishy smell. He touched it with his hand and it turned out to be a raw egg.

"Bold!"

Xiao Muchun roared beside him, like a thunderstorm that came to mind out of the air. His beard was full of hair, and his murderous spirit burst out, like a god of murder, staring at those trouble-orious people, waving a huge fist, and rushing forward.

This fierce appearance, not to mention those who have been talking about it all day, the scholars who have no power to bind chickens, even the forbidden army with knives and guns, are stunned by fear.

"Brother Xiao!"

Yang Yanzhao called in a low voice. Xiao Muchun, who had rushed out for a few steps, suddenly stopped. He turned around and saw him shaking his head slightly, so he had to put down his clenched fist and retreat to one side full of aggrievedness.

Take out the handkerchief in your arms and erase the egg white on your face. It's a little disgusting, but at this moment, you can only change your face, and even show a smile.

Sweeping through those silent but full of contempt and angry scholars, among them, there was the old editor of the library of Hanlin Academy. At this moment, his white beard was trembling. Looking at Yang Yanzhao, he lost the respect and joy of the past, and replaced it with hatred.

I understand the old editor's feelings for those books, and Yang Yanzhao also understands how deep the hatred is.

If he didn't look at him, he folded the handkerchief, threw it aside, and strode forward, but somehow, Yang Yanzhao took a few steps forward, and some of those scholars unconsciously retreated.

"Previously, when you scolded me, hated me and complained against me, Yang Jing could treat it as unheard of and deliberately ignored it, but now you are still humiliated, cursed, and even throw dirty things, which makes me very sad."

Not giving those who are unconvinced a chance to speak, Yang Yanzhao pointed to several carriages behind him and continued to say with a sad smile, "You are right. Those books are the words of sages. The principles of famous families are rare treasures for our generation of scholars, but you know why the officials sold them!"

"It's not just to make that money!"

A cyan gown, the disdainful scholar said. As soon as he said this, he could not enjoy the appreciation of his companions around him, and he felt that a sharp look had come.

Looking up, the weak Hanlin Yuan waiter's face was already frosty, and there was a breathtaking coldness.

"Do you mean that the officials are greedy for those two pieces of silver, or do I think the court of the Song Dynasty lacks those two pieces of silver!"

This scolding, like a sharp blade, went straight into his heart. Thinking about it carefully, his face turned white and sweated on his forehead. Didn't he commit the crime of killing his head just now?

Retracting his murderous eyes, Yang Yanzhao did not care about the green shirt man who loved to show off. He said in a serious voice, "Just now, you also said that the way of sages is to be passed on from generation to generation, and these books are copies of the orphan books that have been lost for many years. Can you know why the officials do this?"

No one made a sound. It seems that for a while, perhaps no one dares to speak recklessly to speculate about the holy intention.

"To tell you the truth, the auction of these books is exactly what the officials are sympathetic to me and other scholars, and want to make the essence of the classics that has been lost for many years familiar to everyone again.

As for selling silver, yes, that's a vulgar thing. As an elegant scholar who only reads the book of sages, you disdain it, but how can an official who wants to worry about the country and society not painstakingly think about breaking a pair of silver into flowers? How can Yang Jing, who was ordered to build three halls, not think about all kinds of things with a penny? Things?

As the saying goes, if you don't have money, you can't do anything, and there will be no new three halls, and there will be no pilgrimage in the hearts of our readers!

The officials promised Yang Jing that if there is any surplus in the construction of the three halls, the silver exchanged for these scriptures will be allocated to all states and counties to build schools, teach scriptures, spread our ancestors, and enlighten the wisdom of the people.

You don't need to resent the court or be dissatisfied with the official family, because the official family is also painstaking. If this is wrong, let me, Yang Jing, will be the only one to curse the ages!"

After saying that, Yang Yanzhao shook his sleeves and walked into the 'Welcome Building', leaving a pale-faced scholar.