The East Market, because it is close to the Great Xia Emperor's Palace, and adjacent to the residences of dignitaries, is different from the roughness of the West Market, and sells more rare and precious and elegant things.

But it is not just about selling these things, there are also liquor shops, iron shops, meat shops, car dealers, engraving and printing shops, etc., as well as orcs who make a living from rental agents, musicians who buy and sell musical instruments, vaudeville players, singers, and wealthy sellers......

In general, it's a little more advanced than West City, not so vulgar, and everything else.

Gongliang wanted to write a book collection to gather the characters in the book, so he naturally had to inquire about the market to see if the book he wrote was in line with the taste of the Dongtu people and whether anyone read it. If no one reads the book that you have worked so hard to write, and someone uses it as toilet paper to wipe your buttocks, wouldn't it be a waste of effort?

If you want to find out the market, the best place is Dongshi.

Most of the dignitaries and cultured people live here, and there are shops that specialize in buying books on the four treasures of the study, so of course you have to come here.

Walking into the East Market, Gongliang saw that the market was full of people and it was very lively.

But if you look closely, you will find that those people are not in a hurry or slow to walk, and they are orderly, unlike the West Market, which comes and goes in a hurry, as if they are going to fight.

The East Market is different from the West Market, there are very few stalls in the market, and even if there are stalls, they will clean themselves up and dress up a little better.

After all, the people who come here are rich and cultured people, if they look too ugly and sorry for the audience, or if they are too dirty, people will feel disgusted at a glance, how can they buy your things.

As he walked, he looked ahead, and found that in the unobstructed corners of the streets, there were not only singers singing melodious songs, but also jugglers playing tricks, musicians playing musical instruments, and some food sellers delivering bowls of delicious food to their customers.

"Whoa... Wow..."

Gongliang and Mi Gu, Yuan Rolling, and Xiao Xiangxiang stretched their necks to look at the scenery in the East Market, and suddenly there was a pleasant exotic music in their ears, and they were curious, so they walked in the direction where the sound came from.

Not far away, an elegant man with an exotic appearance, slightly green eyes, and two curled beards on his mouth sat cross-legged on a blanket, his hand playing with a thunderbolt.

In front of him, a veiled woman dressed in goose yellow gauze and revealing her navel danced with the sound of thunder.

The sound of a piano, such as a bee play, such as a butterfly dance, such as a bamboo branch swaying, such as a tree leaf swaying, that dance, like a bird soaring in the air, like a wild beast walking in the mountains and forests, like a swimming fish in the rivers and lakes, makes people feel refreshed.

When Mi Gu saw someone playing the piano and dancing, he immediately became interested, flew to the head of the baba, moved the heavenly drum hanging on his waist to his body, and beat it up and down.

Gongliang shook his head impatiently, this little kid, why does he always like to stand on his head, does he feel so superior?

Yuan Rolling saw Mi Gu beating the drum, not to be outdone, took out the pipa and played it.

Gongliang stared at the side, what do these two guys want to do, are they fighting with others?

The sound of drums and pipa, you play back and forth, irregular, chaotic, and disrupt the rhythm of foreign people playing the piano. The graceful girl was disturbed by the chaotic music, and she didn't know how to dance, so she had to stop, turn her head, and look at Gongliang and the others pitifully.

When Gongliang saw that he was in trouble, he hurriedly threw down a piece of silver and ran away with Mi Gu and Yuanlu.

After running some distance, he stopped.

Mi Gu had a lot of fun, and even when he left, he was still holding a heavenly drum and playing happily over there. After a pause, the little guy tilted his little head and asked Gongliang, "Baba, is the occasional drum good?"

Gongliang said helplessly: "It sounds good." ”

Hearing Baba's praise, Migu was so happy that his eyes smiled like Xiao Yueya'er.

Yuan Pian, who had already put away the pipa, also shouted beside him: "Gongliang, my pipa is good!"

"Sounds good. "Gongliang has the strength to respond.

These two guys are not asking questions at all, but want to compliment. If you don't say it, it is estimated that you will be unhappy immediately, and your face will stink for a while, so it is difficult to be a man!

In the Dragon City, there is a Qingyang School Palace dedicated to Confucian disciples to practice and study, and there are also private schools opened by hundreds of families in order to spread ideas, and it can be said that the literary style in the imperial capital is prosperous. Because of this, there are many shops that buy and sell books, calligraphy and paintings, and the four treasures of the study in the East Market.

Gongliang looked for it and walked to a bookstore that sold books.

The shopkeeper was an old man with a gray beard, who was reading a book when he saw someone come in, glanced at it, and buried his head in the vast sea of books.

Gongliang saw that he didn't entertain, so he turned around in the store, flipped through this book, and looked at that one.

Mi Gu knew the Dongtu script, and when he saw Baba flipping through the book, he also flew to the shelf to pick up a copy and flip through it. It's just that the little guy doesn't have the patience to read at all, and he has a headache whenever he sees something with words, so he glanced at it and put it back again, and obediently returned to Baba to stay.

Yuan Bileng also knew Dongtuwen, and the man stood up and took a copy on the shelf, and read it intently.

That serious appearance made Xiao Xiangxiang stand up from it and look at it. It's a pity that it doesn't understand the Dongtu script at all, and it can't understand anything.

Gongliang walked around the store, and finally found a few legendary books in the corner, also like the long compilations of his previous life. flipped through it, and they are all myths and monsters similar to Tang legends, but they are a bit similar to the fantasy and fairy tales of the previous life, but the writing technique is like a description, which makes people have no sense of substitution.

Gongliang's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he felt that the books he wrote should have a market in Dongtu.

After reading it, he bought a few copies and went back for reference.

After paying the money, Gongliang asked the shopkeeper, "Old man, I wonder if you are willing to let someone consign the legendary book?"

"The master made it?" asked the shopkeeper.

"Uh..."

This was an embarrassing question, but he quickly reflected, "I'm not a famous person, but the book is written with new ideas and is quite interesting." If the store is willing to sell on consignment, it will make 60% of the profit for every copy sold. If one copy is sold, the store will be given a consignment fee of three taels of silver per month. But these are not without conditions, that is, the legendary words must be placed in a prominent position, and people must be able to see them as soon as they enter. ”

Gongliang did not write books to make money, but to spread them out and gain the power to gather the characters in the book.

If he can use a little money to promote the book, he will be happy to use it, anyway, he has so much gold in space, no matter how much he uses it, he can't use it up all at once.

The store didn't expect to grow a good thing.

However, he is not the kind of person who is blinded for money, and in the spirit of being responsible for the body and mind of the majority of readers, he asked: "How is the legendary book written, if it is too bad, don't you want to be old." ”

"Don't worry, I'll show you when the time comes, if you don't like it, you have to treat it as if the kid didn't mention it. ”

In his previous life, Gongliang also ate this bowl of rice, and although the writing was not first-class, it was not bad, so he had confidence in the legendary words he wrote. Mainly in this world, there is no fantasy and fairy tale that was produced in the era of the information explosion in the previous life, and this kind of novelty will definitely be popular as soon as it comes out.

Of course, being too novel may also be unacceptable, but what he wants to write is based on the existing basic innovation in this world, and he is not afraid that no one will accept it.

The two made up their minds, and Gongliang went to other bookstores and said the same thing as the store.

Few would refuse this kind of good thing, and some people even waited for him to leave, and looked at his departing back with the eyes of a fool.

When everything was ready, Gongliang went home to retreat and began to write.