"Brother doesn't know, the shopkeeper was shrewd that week. I also plan to find a few poor sour people to write, but the things that are written, although the rhetoric is good, but there is no such taste, Ni Erdu said, he is not very literate, but at a glance, he knows that those poor sour children wrote, the writing or imitation of the like, but there is no bit of wealth, looking at the tooth soreness. He can't even bluff him, and Shopkeeper Zhou still wants to fool others?

This is normal, Jia Cong has written online articles for many years, and the plot writing may be insufficient, but on the irrigation project, it can be said that he has practiced for many years and mastered a variety of different styles of irrigation methods.

The novel he wrote this time is aimed at □□ readers, and the irrigation method also adopts the most commonly used kind of □□ house fighting novels.

Write a character's appearance, first write from beginning to end, what clothes to wear, what jewelry to wear, what tea to drink, what snacks to eat, interspersed with the introduction of clothes, jewelry, tea and dim sum, and occasionally use these to drive the plot.

After writing one character, write another character, finish writing the character, count the words, add a little plot, and the task is completed.

This kind of flooding method of the street in later generations, in ancient times, others wanted to imitate can not imitate, the key is that there is no insight, the browser of later generations opened, all kinds of museum treasures, restored pictures, dazzling, according to the next to write.

But in ancient times, the transportation was inconvenient, the news was blocked, and there were a lot of things, not to mention reading it, there was nowhere to listen to it, and the continuator would inevitably show timidity.

In addition, Jia Cong was a little ill with his youth, and he involuntarily brought some private goods with his pen, and from time to time introduced some foreign customs and the origins of various countries.

Regardless of whether this face has these countries and customs, anyway, the plane respects the law, Jia Cong wrote it really, which undoubtedly adds a big problem to the sequel, how can the frog at the bottom of the well understand the magnificence of the sea of stars?

Jia Cong knows very well that if his novels have merit in the eyes of the ancients, that is, these private goods brought by the experience and insight of his previous life, but these are not Jia Cong's own things.

However, Jia Cong does not have a moral cleanliness habit, this is his advantage, and how to transform his advantage into benefit is the key.

Now that the script is on fire, no matter what the ins and outs are, it is also his advantage.

Writers in previous lives all knew that writing books to make a lot of money was very slow, and derivative channels were the main source of money, but in ancient times when there was no copyright, hehe.

What is copyright?

What is a channel?

Can I eat it?

Or the traverser plays a dragon around the film and television by himself, too naïve!

It is not for nothing that the ancients did this, and they opened their own workshops to print books and adapt plays, and raised opera troupes to tour, and ended up?

Seventy years old, writing open letters everywhere.

Well.

Jia Cong looked at his little arms and legs, and according to his cheek thickness and communication skills, it was estimated that the ending would be even worse, and he could only plagiarize famous sayings to accuse, freedom, how many crimes you have done.

The future is bleak, it is better to burn charcoal.

If there is a time-traveler who has a brain pump and intends to dedicate his life to enriching the spiritual and cultural life of the ancient people.

Jia Cong will advise him, it is best to shave first, a literate monk is always better than a literati, and there is a unit to solve the work, if he is famous, he can also rely on old age or something to be a presiding abbot.

Could it be that Jia Cong can't get any benefits?

Not necessarily, he can still ask the publisher to ask for a higher fee.

However, the remuneration he received before was already an overflow price.

What's even worse is that in order to get a high remuneration, Jia Cong also pulled the tiger skin and used the name of Rongguo Mansion to fool, invisibly interrupting his own back road.

Publishing a book is for elegance, it's just a joke, and the benefits are conveyed or something, so I don't know?

When the book became popular, he didn't donate, but took the initiative to raise the price, which was too ugly.

Don't go too far in everything, if you go too far, you will inevitably get into trouble.

So, Jia Cong smiled bitterly, this is the consequence of not having the ability to predict.

Fortunately, in ancient times, there was no royalty sharing, and there was a market price of ten taels of silver, and he didn't feel too much of a loss.

It's one thing not to suffer too much, but just writing a book with silver and doing nothing is not Jia Cong's style, he has a brainstorm, and if he can sell private goods, he can sell even more advertising.

Writing books to sell advertisements, some people may complain, this is really unrealistic!

But this is not Jia Cong's whim.

In the online novels of the previous life, there were really many books written for advertising.

What bitcoin, what Taobao shop, what is the transaction, what fortune telling, what gems, what stock recommendation, one is more wonderful than the other, between the deceived readers and the unfooled readers, the battle of the book review area and the online article forum is □□, and then the website receives a lawyer's letter and a public security invitation to tea, a warning for the book, and a perfect ending.

However, Jia Cong has a professional ethic, writing a book for advertising, this kind of thing, he will not do this kind of thing, at most he integrates advertising into the plot.

Ordinary alleys, bluestone streets, a crooked-necked tree poked its head out, a few leaves fell, and dust flew in the sun.

A gray-haired woman carried a bamboo basket, shouted rouge pollen, and combed her hair with oily hair......

Shaking the rattle, I walked into the alley.

Walking under the tree, the mother-in-law knocked on the door next to it and waited for a while at the side door.

With a squeak, the door opened, and a little girl in floral cloth clothes quickly poked her head out: "Mrs. Zhu, my aunt and grandmother asked you, did you have anything you asked you to look for last time?"

The folds on the mother-in-law's face smiled like a chrysanthemum, nodded busily, and said flatteringly: "There is." Sister rest assured, my aunt and grandmother have orders, how dare I not take it to heart. ”

The little girl pouted: "You sell your mother-in-law's mouth, I believe it before you have a ghost." If something is wrong, it is me, not you, who will be scolded. ”

"How can it, how many years have my old Zhu been doing business in this area, and the goods have never been genuine, if it is not right, I dare to show it to my aunt and grandmother? I also want my aunt and grandmother to take care of more business." ”

"Forget it, come in. ”

The girl opened the door, led her mother-in-law inside, and said as she walked: "Look at what you said, my aunt and grandmother usually take less care of your business?"

While talking, the two had entered the main courtyard all the way, only to see that at the door of the main house, there was a scarlet gauze curtain and a gilt hook, but no one spoke.

Mrs. Zhu is a woman who walks through the streets and alleys, she is well-informed, and she knows at a glance that the main house is vacant, which is also the old method of aunts and concubines to show their intentions and envelop them.

When I turned to the door of the west wing, I saw a birdcage hanging under the eaves, and a colorful parrot was pecking at food. A few new plants and trees are planted in front of the door, with verdant leaves and fine fragrant flowers, which are very cute.

Entering the room, I saw that the window was clear and clean, not stained with dust, although the furnishings were chic, but there was no luxury, a crystal bead curtain, brilliant and bright, as a partition.

The bead curtain moved slightly, and a person came out, dressed in moon white, with a light ink skirt, holding a fan, smiling, and difficult to paint.

Mrs. Zhu has also seen this aunt and grandmother a few times in the past, she has always been full of pearls and emeralds, and she is full of silk and light, how can she see such a clear water hibiscus dress, she can't be stunned, and then flattered: "Hey, Chang'e Niangniang has gone down to earth." ”

The little girl didn't hear this flattery, and teased: "You mother-in-law, your old eyes are dizzy, this is my aunt and grandmother, what kind of Chang'e Niangniang?"

Mrs. Zhu pretended to rub her eyes, and said, "If you look like this, even the fairy daughter in the sky is hard to find." Hey, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes today, my wife wouldn't have believed that there was someone in the world who didn't lose to painting Chang'e. ”

The beauty held the fan to cover her mouth and smiled, although she was happy in her heart, and said: "You mother-in-law's eloquence is down, but I don't know what things are? If things don't suit my liking, you will say ten thousand more words, and it will be in vain." ”

Zhu Pozi hurriedly put the bamboo basket on the ground, took out a while, and finally took out a rectangular porcelain box.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she snatched it and handed it to her master.

The aunt carefully opened the lid of the porcelain box and saw a green rectangular paper bag inside, which was also printed with a golden pattern, and in the middle of the strange pattern in the guli, the word Liby was printed.

My aunt told the little girl, "Go and bring the books on the table." ”

For a while, the little girl came with the book, and the aunt opened the book, found a certain page, and carefully compared the description on it.

【...... The mint-colored paper package was opened, and there was a very thin layer of paper inside, as if it was also mint-colored, and the thin paper was uncovered to reveal the contents inside. Smooth and hard, mint-green solid, with fine clusters of patterns engraved on it, and the thin paper is translucent, and when you hold it in your hand, you can smell a cool fragrance like mint and non-mint. 】

Then, carefully and solemnly, he unwrapped the paper bag.