Good times are always fleeting, and on the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, Guo Yongkun personally sent his sister on the train back to Beijing.

This year, because he could buy a platform ticket, he was able to walk on the platform and watch the green train slowly leave, and his long-happy mood slowly dimmed......

So, turn sadness into motivation!

is also forced to be helpless, the year is almost over, the antique acquisition plan still has to be carried out, and the acquisition station on Xiaoguang's side has also been built, just waiting for the capital injection to open up, but he only has a few dozen yuan left on him now......

No one dared to believe it.

Half a year ago, the quasi-20,000 yuan households were not as good as the tea eggs sold in the train station.

"Alas...... Salted fish, it's really not something you want to be. ”

With a long sigh, Guo Yongkun came outside to round with Wang Ziqiang and took the bus home.

At noon, I informed my old mother that I didn't eat at home, so I took out a bottle of Baiyunbian from the cabinet and carried a thick black leather book in my armpit, and went upstairs.

When I came to Hao's house, the poor lonely old man Hao Jinjin was sitting at the dinner table sighing, because the year is not over, there is no shortage of vegetables, but it is a pity that his son goes to work, his daughter goes to school, and he has no companion, so he can't eat.

Seeing Guo Yongkun walk in, still carrying wine in his hand, he instantly smiled and squinted.

"Xiao Kun, it's okay today, it's okay to accompany my uncle for two cups. Eh~ This kid, why do you still bring wine, okay, just drink this......"

Guo Yongkun took the chopsticks and went to the table, and he was also aroused by his addiction to alcohol, the cadre's house on dog days was good, and there was still seafood to eat.

Although the braised hairtail is obviously not very fresh, it is not easy to eat it in the inland south of the country this year.

Fortunately, Uncle Hao is a good cook, and he put old vinegar to neutralize it, but it is not too fishy.

After the old man and the young man walked for two cups, Guo Yongkun started to do business, picked up the thick black leather book from the chair next to him, and handed it over.

"What's that?"

"Martial arts novels. ”

Hao Jinjin was surprised, "You really wrote it?"

"Are you kidding?"

“...... Then I'll see. ”

Hao Jinjin immediately opened the book and watched it intently, but as soon as he read a short paragraph, his brows frowned: "I said Xiao Kun, your writing is more than this, how can you write like this, it's too white, right?"

Guo Yongkun said in his heart that he couldn't write so quickly, it was 200,000 words.

"I don't think that's the point, the story is the point. ”

"I can't say that, no matter what kind of novel, it belongs to the category of literature and art after all, and since the word 'art' is in the word literature, it means that you need to have a certain artistic standard, you ......"

Seeing that he wanted to speak and stopped, Guo Yongkun smiled and waved his hand, "It's okay Uncle Hao, if you have any advice, you can say it's okay." ”

"It feels like an essay written by an elementary school student. ”

Guo Yongkun rolled his eyes, your sister, come, you find a primary school student to come over and see if you can write: Heaven and earth are unkind and all things are used as dogs.

He admits that the words are white, but not to the point of being so white, at least...... It is also the composition level of middle and high school students.

So that's right, the novel he copied is "Zhu Xian".

There are a lot of books I have read in my two lives, and there are many more connotative ones, but for some reason, only this novel has brought him the greatest impact, so that every once in a while, I can't help but flip through it.

It is precisely because of this that it is possible to replicate the important plot in its entirety.

"Okay, I'll admit that the text is a bit white, but my book is very attractive in terms of plot, don't believe you read on. ”

"Zhang Xiaofan ......"

Hao Jinjin sighed secretly, and said in his heart that I am not interested in just looking at the name of the protagonist, what rare things can be done with such a rare name?

At present, the people in the market like such well-known names as "Sword Emperor", "Sword Master", and "Gun Wuba".

Looking at it, Hao Jinjin's brows became tighter and tighter, "Are you ...... Is it a martial arts novel?"

"Why not?"

Guo Yongkun thought to himself, since the books of the owner of Huanzhu Mansion can be classified as fantasy martial arts, then what is wrong with saying that "Zhu Xian" is a martial arts?

Of course, it is definitely more appropriate to say that it is Xianxia, but the key word is ...... Isn't there nothing in this era?

"This is an immortal, a monk, and a ghost...... What, it's such a mess?"

What Hao Jinjin was thinking about at this time was that the rivers and lakes that were happy and vengeful and full of blood, he had read two chapters quickly, and he didn't feel it at all.

Guo Yongkun's heart sank and asked, "Uncle Hao, don't you like that?"

That's the only thing he worries about: the acceptance of the common people in this era.

"I really don't like it, it's completely different from the martial arts novels I imagined. ”

Guo Yongkun frowned, thinking to himself, bastard, he won't work in vain, right?

I didn't have the interest in drinking the wine, and after hastily coping with half a glass, I took the notebook and left.

In the afternoon, Guo Yongkun came to Xuemin Road, his junior high school was nearby, but this was not the point, the point was that he knew that there were several bookshops on this street, the kind that were secretly operated.

Because there can be no legal formalities, and the books inside are all pirated.

But it was these pirated books that brought him a very good time, and to some extent, part of his personality was also influenced by these books, such as being uneven and lustful......

Of course, it has been possible to exercise as much restraint as possible.

After many years, those shops are still not there, or whether they have changed places, Guo Yongkun doesn't know, so he can only find the past according to his memory.

Before he was approaching his destination, he stopped in front of a door that was closed in broad daylight.

Looking at the shop in front of him that was made of more than a dozen long pieces of wood as a gate, and it was tightly sealed, Guo Yongkun was overjoyed, if this was not a bookseller, he wrote his name upside down.

The same face, the same taste, after so many years, it still hasn't changed.

"Knock knock!"

"What are you doing?" the door didn't open, but a vigilant voice came from inside.

And Guo Yongkun also felt a hint of nothingness, and someone on the other side of the door might be observing him through the hole he hadn't noticed.

"Rent a book. ”

"You rent books?"

"Can't it?" Guo Yongkun was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he directly took out a big unity and shook it in front of him.

"Click......"

The wooden door began to disintegrate, and a long piece of wood was removed, and then another piece came to a halt, just enough for a man to pass sideways, revealing an unhealthy, fair face.

It was a middle-aged man in his mid-forties.

He glanced left and right before beckoning, "Come in." ”

Acting like a thief.

However, it is understandable that his business is very risky, and he can't run away if he is caught, and all his books will be confiscated.

Inside, there is a dim light, a space of about thirty square meters, along the two walls are simple bookshelves, on which hundreds of yellowed old books are placed on the side.

In front of these bookshelves, there are more than a dozen small hairy heads in a strange posture, and two of them simply sit on the ground.

Although they were standing or sitting, their hands behaved in exactly the same way, and each of them held a book in his hand, and his eyes were wide enough to look up with relish, so that some people did not bother to look up when they walked in, and they were completely immersed in it.

Looking at them, the corners of Guo Yongkun's mouth hooked up a touch.

"Comrade, what book are you renting?"

"I'm not here to rent a book. ”

"Eh~ you just ......"

A red tractor was stuffed into the other party's chest, and the middle-aged man shut up.

"Hey, little brothers, I have a book here, who wants to read it?"

Guo Yongkun held the black book in his hand and shouted hard, but he couldn't help it...... No one birds.

These bunnies are so fascinated that maybe the next novelist will be born from them.

If you focus on studying, what university can't be admitted?

Of course, he is not qualified to talk about people, he used to be one of them.

At that time, my mother was never willing to spend the breakfast money, so I used it all to read books, because it was not enough to pay the deposit, so I could only read it in the shop.

You'll have to use your special move!

"Hey, who's going to try this book, and then say what they think, I'll give five dimes!"

Hmmm-

More than a dozen pairs of eyes swept over at the same time, a little suspicious, not sure that there is such a good thing in the world, not only free books to read, but also money to take.

Guo Yongkun has always been a person who knows how to see the truth, and as he spoke, he took out a handful of cyan textile factories from his pocket.

It's all changed in advance, just to tempt these little bunnies.

After all, Shennong tastes grass, and there are risks, in case ...... Poisoned to death?

"I'm coming!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Me, me, me!"

Seeing the real thing, a group of little hairy people couldn't hold back and rushed forward to test the poison.

Just kidding, look at the five dimes, even the poison in the body is counted!

"Don't worry, come one by one, everyone is willing to watch. ”

So the little hairy heads began to line up.

The first little hairy head held the book and flipped through it for a while, and said in surprise: "Hey, this book is so easy to understand!"

It is not surprising that there is such an exclamation, because there are even many untranslated Chinese books in this shop, and the common one is the kind of writing that piles up flowery rhetoric.

Junior high school students still seem to be struggling, and it can even be said that they can't understand without any language skills.

Guo Yongkun didn't bother him, and asked him to read it patiently, and then the boss came over and asked, "Comrade, what kind of book are you, and you still copy the book?"

He thinks about his own business, and when he thinks about it, he knows that a book that can be copied by an adult at the expense of his own pen is not an ordinary product?

If you can reproduce it, it will definitely generate a lot of income.

"Zhu Xian". ”

"Haven't you heard of it?"

"You haven't heard much. ”

“......”

Although the boss was not convinced, he didn't say anything, and sat back on the stool to drink tea.

"Zhao Weixing, hurry up!"

"That's it, the book thief is slow!"

Well, the little hairy ones can't wait.

"Don't be noisy, this book is interesting and worth savoring. ”

Yo, Guo Yongkun's eyes lit up instantly.

Uncle Hao, you're old!