Note: A book friend suggested that I ask for a ticket, don't pretend to be cold and don't ask for anything, then I will hit the street sooner or later. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In that case...... Then I'll ask for a recommendation vote with a shy face. After that, I asked for it every ten chapters, and it was all about this content.

Four days ago.

West of Wuhou City, Huashuge.

The drizzle was like silk, dripping along the eaves. Pedestrians may wear robes, hold oil umbrellas, or walk quickly without shelter from the rain.

Shopkeeper Liu stood in front of the door, looking at the two carts of books outside the store and frowning. It's the same as the weather is right now.

The 1,000 copies of the print shop were printed, and all of them were delivered here. It's just that Li Xianyuan went out yesterday, and I don't know when I will come back when there is no news. He also asked him to solve a mess of books.

Shopkeeper Liu stepped out of the door and came to the carriage, and the guy hurriedly followed with an oil umbrella.

The carriage was covered with a layer of oilcloth to block the rain, and the shopkeeper Liu opened a corner, and the smell of ink was tangy.

Shopkeeper Liu took out a book, and the cover was written in block letters of Journey to the West. There is also a row of slightly smaller fonts on one side: Havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

The book is bound in thread, full of ancient charm. Shopkeeper Liu flipped it open, skimmed the title page, and went straight to the first page.

[The first round: the spiritual root nurtures the source of pregnancy and flows out, and the spiritual cultivation avenue is born]

The poem says:

Chaos is not divided into heaven and earth, and no one can see it.

Since Pangu broke Hongmeng, it has opened up from Ziqing to distinguish turbidity.

Covering the masses of beings to look up to benevolence, inventing all things to be good.

If you want to know the Yuan Gong of the Creation Society, you must watch the Legend of Journey to the West.

After a few hasty glances, Shopkeeper Liu closed the book and threw it back to the carriage.

"A scholar is a scholar after all. To write a strange novel, you also need to write a few lines of poetry. ”

Shopkeeper Liu shook his head, Li Xianyuan is famous, and he has spread his reputation in Shuntian County and even Dashang, and the scholars have studied the meaning of his poems, as if they were famous works. There are even some famous bachelors among them. But after all, his foundation is still shallow, and he is young and has no experience, so it is hard to imagine that he will write any good stories.

Shopkeeper Liu walked back to the shop and said to the guy holding an umbrella on the side: "Set up a stall outside the door and erect a sign." wrote the head of the children's case, with a double meteorological and double vision poem, and a strange novel written by the Hou of Dashang Liupinguan. As for the price...... It's just a matter of selling 100 articles. ”

It is really expensive to sell a Zhiwei novel, and most of the book buyers are literati and ink writers, and they will choose books such as "Poetry Stickers", "Couplets", "World Sayings" and "Historical Records", and few buy Zhiwei novels. And those who buy Zhiwei novels are mostly commoners or idle people. But how could they be willing to spend a hundred Wen to buy a Zhiwei novel to read.

According to Shopkeeper Liu, these books can sell dozens of copies at most. They all went for Li Xianyuan's fame, so they didn't take it to heart.

Things were not much as he expected. The man moved the books into the back library and set up a bookstall in front of the door. It took a few hours for only a few people to come to the hospital, and one of them was illiterate. asked him what else he asked if he was illiterate, and he replied that he was curious to see that the words on the sign were big.

The inquiring people inquired about the price of the book and shook their heads and left. The price of 100 wen is obviously not within their reach.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the first book buyer came.

This person is a young man in brocade clothes and has a good appearance. I asked if it was written by Li Xianyuan, so I bought a copy.

The guy breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't have a day in vain, at least he sold a copy.

……

The rain stopped, and as I wandered along the street, a little beggar ran up to me and ran headlong into the young man in brocade.

"I'm sorry master, I'm sorry ......" The little beggar hit his butt and got up and apologized.

The young man in brocade touched the money bag in his arms, and it was still there. He said, "It's okay, don't run around next time." ”

The little beggar nodded hurriedly and trotted out a short distance. Secretly looking back, the young man didn't pay attention to this side, and got into an alley.

The little beggar secretly took out the things in his arms, and it was a brand new book in this line.

Muttering and doing it in vain, the little beggar casually left the book and left the alley.

Smack-

The brand-new ink-scented Journey to the West smashed into the wet and soft soil, and the thin paper was soaked through by you......

A thin palm suddenly picked it up and shook it off with a gentle shake.

"Who left the book here?"

It was a thin middle-aged man with a goatee and a long blue coat. The shoulders are wet with water dripping from the eaves, and the color is darker.

He looked left and right, and when he saw no one, he shook his head and put the book away for the time being. All the way to an ordinary house.

"Chengfu, come back so early today?" As soon as he returned to the courtyard, he heard his wife's voice from inside the house.

Xu Chengfu sighed: "Recently, there have been fewer and fewer guests rewarding money. I can't earn a few coppers a day, so why stay there. ”

His voice is subdued and abrupt, with a special sense of rhyme.

A woman walked out of the room with a soft face: "Is it still that sluggish?"

Xu Chengfu nodded: "You get busy first, I'll go back to the room and think of some ways." ”

When I returned to my bedroom, I threw the book I had picked up in the corner. Sit down at the table and ponder.

Storytelling is a mental job. If the story is not engaging, it is useless to say more. But the story is not so easy to find, nor is it so easy to think.

Xu Chengfu crouched in front of the desk, took the paper and lifted the pen, and wrote one after another.

It's dusk in the blink of an eye. Outside the door, there was the voice of his wife.

"Chengfu, it's time to eat. ”

"Got it. Xu Chengfu responded and put the pen down. Say to yourself: "Let's do this first, if you don't ...... again"

After dinner, I took off my clothes early to rest.

Early the next morning, Xu Chengfu came to the inn. The hall was deserted by twos, threes, and threes.

Most of the business of Wuhou City Inn is a little cold, and the only one that has become lively is the Minglang Inn. Since learning that Tong Sheng's case is the case, and Li Xianyuan, the Hou of Guannei, lives there, the Minglang Inn is full every day, and the supply of seats exceeds the demand.

As usual, Xu Chengfu stepped forward and knocked on the ground.

Several talking guests looked over, and Xu Chengfu coughed lightly: "I talked about ...... last time."

……

"Angry and screaming. What did he say? If you want to know what's going on, listen to the next time—"

Smack-

Xu Chengfu slapped the wood in shock.

"Decompose!"

No one applauded, only the sound of wine glasses colliding and bowls and chopsticks colliding.

looked at the dozen or so people doing sporadically in the inn, and then looked at the only copper plate in the basin in front of him. Xu Chengfu smiled bitterly, took out the copper plate, wiped it on his body, and put it in his sleeve.

A day's income, from morning to dusk.

……

"I'm back. With heavy steps, Xu Chengfu turned around and closed the courtyard door.

The drizzle fell, and the chimneys of each house rose with green smoke, and there was a hazy feeling.

"Husband......" The wife walked out of the inner room.

Xu Chengfu smiled bitterly and took out the copper coin from his sleeve and shook it: "I earned a copper plate in one day today." ”

The woman looked worried, Xu Chengfu waved his hand, and said that it was okay: "I heard that the Lang Inn is lively, I'll try it there tomorrow." ”

Xu Chengfu returned to the room and exhaled a deep breath of turbidity. A long sigh.

"It's hard......"

A flash of light flashed through his mind. Xu Chengfu sat up straight, looked around suspiciously, and then stared slightly at the book he picked up yesterday.

He picked up the book and forgot about it when he threw it in the corner. It's just that just now, somehow, I remembered it again.

Xu Chengfu stretched out his hand to pick up the book, but the cover of the book had been covered with yellow mud, and he couldn't see it really. Only the lower line of small print is marked with the author's name.

"Li Xianyuan?"

Xu Chengfu sighed.