The hot sale of "The Legend of the White Snake" exceeded Deng Yuanshan's imagination.

Shangben Xixiang relied on the auspicious class and the suspense of half a book to sell well, and for the legend of the White Snake, Deng Yuanshan did not do any publicity. First, the legend of the White Snake is not many words after all, just like Mu Qing said, it is a short story, and it is not as complete as the West Chamber, and secondly, Deng Yuanshan is still busy with the rehearsal of the second half of the West Chamber, so that when Mu Qing teleported the White Snake, he didn't have time to read it carefully and let people engrave and publish.

However, the legend of the white snake became so popular, and in the streets and alleys, under the wells and willows, there are people talking about the legendary story of the two snakes, one white and one green.

The first printing of 500 copies sold out in two days.

"I'm underestimating you." Deng Yuanshan looked at Mu Qing, who was sitting carelessly opposite him with a goose feather study, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Mu Qing shrugged: "It's just that the reputation of the West Chamber is too big, which drives the sales of this book." I'm sure most of the people who buy the book back don't know how well it's written. "It's a kind of reputation market, and when people see a book and think it's good, they will go to another book by the same author, and it's normal for that to happen.

Deng Yuanshan didn't understand, but this speed was beyond his expectations: "Little Master Mu, Deng admires." ”

Mu Qing withdrew his eyes from the goose feathers, looked at Deng Yuanshan, and said with a smile: "Mr. Deng, you didn't come early in the morning just to praise me, right?" ”

Deng Yuanshan took out a piece of paper full of words from his arms: "This is this month's Di newspaper, you can take it and read it." ”

Mu Qing stretched out his hand to take it and pinched it, but it was much thicker than last month.

"But something happened?" While unfolding the newspaper, Mu Qing asked.

Deng Yuanshan didn't hide it from him, and stretched out his hand and pointed to a conspicuous page: "A while ago, the envoy of the Liao State came, and the banquet was disrespectful, and the emperor's eldest grandson, Li Chengming, challenged the warriors of the Liao State," Deng Yuanshan's voice paused, "Defeat the Liao warriors with your own strength." ”

Mu Qing raised his eyebrows and looked down carefully.

Di Bao has always liked to use semantic implicitness, and occasionally there will be Spring and Autumn penmanship, but in this matter, it is a big book, and it directly uses up a full five pages, and it is rare to see a picture.

This picture is obviously written by everyone, and it is natural that someone will record and praise the things that win glory for the country. The most conspicuous thing on the picture is a young man wearing a red robe and a big belt around his waist, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his arms are in a martial arts fighting posture, and around him, lying horizontally and vertically is a group of men in Liao costumes, with a painful expression, which is even more powerful and handsome for the young man. In the rear of everyone, it was the appearance of many ministers sighing on the armrests.

A picture that describes the situation at that time.

Mu Qing frowned slightly, but he couldn't remember that such an incident had happened.

"His Royal Highness the Emperor's eldest grandson is heroic." After reading it, Mu Qing closed the newspaper and said softly.

Deng Yuanshan, however, looked unimpressed, picked up the teacup and gently blew the foam on it: "Just look at it, don't you understand the twists and turns in this newspaper, the good things are written in a big book, and the bad things are brought in one sentence, and the kung fu of whitewashing the peace is very good." Although it is a good thing to slap the face of the Liao people, I don't believe that it would be written in the Di newspaper at that time. ”

Mu Qing smiled, but he believed seven or eight points in his heart.

Li Chengming, the only heir of the emperor's eldest son, looks like the emperor's eldest son, but his mental personality is very different. The reason why the eldest prince has been able to stand for many years is not insignificant to his son. Even though the current emperor knows the big prince's straw bag, he likes his grandson more than his son, so he will naturally look up to the big prince a few times.

Wen Ke Anbang Wu Ke Dingguo, if there is no Li Qianyu, this country may really be taken away by the eldest prince.

Li Chengming is not as restrained as Li Qianyu, he is a flamboyant and wanton, and his martial arts are very good, I am afraid that what he said in the newspaper is not wrong.

But after all, it was a matter thousands of miles away, Mu Qing just looked at it, put down the newspaper, but saw Deng Yuanshan pick up the goose feather and shook it at him: "You always hold this goose feather, what are you doing?" ”

It wasn't a big deal, Mu Qing didn't hide it, and said: "It's faster to write with this than a brush, I'm trying." ”

"Oh?" Writing in goose feathers, which I have never heard before. Deng Yuanshan stared at the goose feather in his hand, but it was a little bigger and stiffer than the other goose feathers, but he didn't notice any difference, "If Mu Gongzi doesn't mind, can you let Deng have a look?" ”

"Naturally."

Mu Qing took the goose feather, walked to the desk and unfolded a piece of paper. This goose feather was pulled off from the wings of the big white goose she raised while Sister Qian was not paying attention. To make a quill pen, he needed to use hard goose feathers, so he pulled one of the five outermost feathers on the wings of the big white goose, sharpened the root with a knife, and used it.

Put the quill pen in the inkstone, and when it is dipped in Mo Muqing, he writes on the paper.

Legend of the White Snake.

Three words, upright and regular, written quickly, and the strokes are bent with an indescribable hardness, but it is a different kind of good-looking and upright.

Mu Qing shook his head after writing these three words, after all, the quill pen is not as good as a fountain pen, and this rice paper is too soft, and it is not very comfortable to write. Wait for tomorrow to buy some cheap paper and come back, although there are many impurities in it, it is better to be harder, and it may be better to write with a quill pen.

However, regardless of whether Mu Qingman was dissatisfied or not, Deng Yuanshan felt very surprised.

He almost grabbed the quill pen in Mu Qing's hand, looked left and right, and then tried it with ink. Mu Qing noticed that this person had an incomparable curiosity about novel things, so he naturally didn't mind, and helped him polish some ink.

It is naturally not very smooth to pick up the quill with the hand that is used to holding the brush, but Deng Yuanshan has another feeling of writing.

"Master Mu, you can always surprise me." Deng Yuanshan handed the quill back to Mu Qing with an admiring expression.

Mu Qing smiled: "It's just a gadget, these strange things are just for convenience." ”

"As long as it's useful, it's good." Deng Yuanshan is not as stubborn as those sour Confucians, perhaps because the businessman has a broad vision and is very open-minded about these.

Annu is baking cakes in the kitchen, and after two days is the day of the government exam, he already has the experience of the county exam, and this time he is also handy and well-organized to prepare. Deng Yuanshan vaguely smelled the smell of noodles wafting from the kitchen and said, Look at the sun, it's not time to eat.

"It's Annu who helped me make cakes," Mu Qing said to Deng Yuanshan, "There were a lot of twists and turns last time, Annu wanted to prepare early this time, those clothes, shoes and socks are specially made without pockets, everything is very careful, so as not to cause trouble again." ”

"You didn't provoke the trouble last time." Well-informed, Deng Yuanshan, naturally knows the whole story.

Mu Qing smiled: "I have no power and no power now, so it's better to be appropriate." ”

No power, no power.

Four words, light and shallow, full of mood.

Deng Yuanshan didn't stay long, after all, it was the government exam in a few days, it was not as simple as the county exam, and it was better to let Mu Qing review it early.

However, Mu Qing opened his mouth and stopped Deng Yuanshan: "Mr. Deng, can you do me a favor?" ”

"Mu Gongzi doesn't have to be polite, although he said it."

"I know that there are a lot of storytelling stalls in Guizhou now?"

Deng Yuanshan nodded: "Yes, there are a lot, especially after the sale of the White Snake in the West Chamber, many people who know how to read and read began to go outside to help people talk about books, and they didn't make much money. ”

Mu Qing didn't want to find trouble, there are many people who know how to read in Guizhou, and there are many people who don't know how to read, Mr. Storyteller can not only find some fun in life for the people who can't read, but also make a reputation, which is currently more beneficial than disadvantageous. What Mu Qing wanted to do was something else.

"Mr. Deng, I'm preparing for the exam now, and the time may be tight, can you help me keep an eye on those storytellers, and if there are such good ones, please help me write down their names."

Deng Yuanshan was a little surprised by Mu Qing's request, if he wanted to make a name for himself and have a celebration class and dividends, those storytellers could ignore it, but it didn't mean that the private business should be officially authorized.

Moreover, the Xiangqing class now has Deng Yuanshan's investment, and Deng Yuanshan, a money-making business, will never let go.

Mu Qing saw Deng Yuanshan's doubts, and smiled lightly: "I asked Mr. Deng to pay attention to nothing else, it was my own usefulness, and my book was the first to be provided to the Xiangqing class." ”

Deng Yuanshan calmed down a little and said with a smile: "Then I will pay attention to it for you." ”

"What I want is not to read and learn more," Mu Qing leaned closer to Deng Yuanshan, "I want those who talk endlessly, there are not necessarily rules and evidence, as long as they are convincing, and the appearance must be upright, the fairy wind is the best." ”

Why is this description so strange?

Deng Yuanshan's eyelids trembled: "Master Mu, are you looking for a storyteller or a magic stick?" ”

Mu Qing smiled: "Don't talk about the magic stick, how ugly it is." ”

"There is still an elegant way to say it?"

"Yes, I call him 'Missionary.'"