Zheng Hao and Zheng Chong marched together in the direction of Chonghui Temple.

Chonghui Temple is the center of Wuxi County, forming Wuxi City around this thousand-year-old temple. The area around Chonghui Temple is also the most lively, and the county government and liquor shops gather here, which is very prosperous.

Zheng Hao and the others arrived near Chonghui Temple after a while.

But I saw a lot of traffic, people coming and going, noisy and lively.

Walking along the street, Zheng Hao soon saw a huge door face on the side of the street, and there was a simple horizontal plaque on the lintel, and the plaque was written with three big characters of "Zhilan Hall".

"Zheng Hao, this is the most famous bookstore in this county, why don't you go in and have a look?" Zheng Chong said.

"It's good!"

Zheng Hao agreed, and walked into Zhilan Hall with Zheng Chong.

But I saw that in this store, the area of the store is not small, and there are tall bookshelves in the store, and the shelves are full of all kinds of books, including subsets of scriptures and histories, and miscellaneous works such as poetry and novels.

There are many people wandering around the store, and many of them are reading people wearing long shirts and scarves.

Compared with these people, Zheng Hao and Zheng Chong's clothes have looked too shabby.

Zheng Chong was dressed in a short outfit, and there were several patches with thick stitches on his clothes.

Although Zheng Hao was wearing a thick shirt, he was also very shabby.

Just like that, after the two came in, no one paid attention to it for a while. Zheng Hao looked left and right for a while, and saw a guy standing not far away, so he walked over and said with a smiling face: "Man, I have a set of strange books that I want to sell to your store, I don't know if the shopkeeper of your store is here?" ”

The guy glanced at Zheng Hao, pursed his lips, and shook his head with disgust: "We are a bookstore here, a bookstore that sells books, and we don't buy books." ”

This is being looked down upon by dogs.

Zheng Hao doesn't think it's strange, there are many snobbish people in this world, and they are idle with these people, so they are not angry to death?

He simply untied the burden that was slung across his body, opened it, and showed the cover of the book to this guy: "This book is a story that I drew and wrote, and it is unique in the world, and if you buy it and publish it, you will definitely make a lot of money." ”

Wuxi since ancient times is also a prosperous place of literary style, at the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, there are many engraved bookstores here, and many market novels are engraved here, and then popular throughout the country.

Zheng Hao firmly believes that his book "The Ancient Temple of the Legend of the Fox" will be very popular.

On the cover of this book, there is a very charming and fiery image of a woman with only a thread, and the big words "The Ancient Temple of the Legend of the Fox" are also very eye-catching.

"Don't look at it, don't look at it! What a mess of you! Let's go! The man's eyes were turned to the sky, and his head was shaking like a rattle.

"Yikes! This little brother, can you give me a look at this book in your hand? At that moment, a man's clear voice rang out.

Zheng Hao turned his head and saw that a man in his thirties, dressed as a scholar, with a slight sparse beard and clear eyebrows, stood behind him at some point.

This book is kind, nodding and smiling at Zheng Hao.

Zheng Hao also nodded and responded: "Please advise Brother Ren!" ”

He handed the man the set of fragrant comic books he had painstakingly drawn with both hands.

The man reached out and took it, and then held it in his hand and looked at it with relish.

Clearly, this set of paintings appealed to him.

He looked at the scene of two teas, and then he finished reading, and looked up at Zheng Hao with a look of surprise and said, "Little brother, where did you find this set of paintings?" ”

"This benevolent brother invited, this set of paintings was painted by myself, and the story was also written by myself." Zheng Hao said with a smile.

"The little brother is really talented, he can write such a lingering and sad story, and he can paint such a vivid and beautiful painting, which really makes Mao Xiang admire!" The man arched at Zheng Hao.

Risk-taking?

Zheng Hao was moved in his heart.

Is this person actually a pretender?

Mao Xiang, the word is a great writer in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, this person is also a genius, seven or eight years old can poetry, at the age of fourteen published his own poetry collection "Xiangli Garden Occasional Survival".

And secular people know that he is presuming the frontier because of the lingering love story between him and Dong Xiaowan, one of the eight Yans of Qin Huai in the late Ming Dynasty.

Zheng Hao knew that this person was also a romantic talent.

It's a pity that he was unsuccessful all his life, and he was famous for a long time, and in the end, he didn't even pass the exam. After the death of the Ming Dynasty, he took the United States to live in seclusion, and he never came out of office, and he can be regarded as a backbone.

Mao Xiang's family is a native of Rugao County, Yangzhou Prefecture, although it is not too far from Wuxi, but it is also separated by the Yangtze River.

Zheng Hao really didn't expect that he would be able to see Mao Xiang in Wuxi County.

However, he thought about it, and the scholars of this era loved to travel, traveling around to study and visit friends among the mountains and forests. I guess I came to Wuxi to ask friends.

"It turned out to be Brother Bijiang, I have been looking up for a long time!" Zheng Hao arched his hand towards Mao Xiang and said without humility or arrogance.

Although Zheng Hao admired Mao Xiang a lot, and he was also very excited to see this cross-era great writer after coming to this chaotic era at the end of the Ming Dynasty, he knew that he couldn't behave like a brainless fan in front of Mao Xiang.

That would only make him look down on himself.

"I don't know the name of the little brother?" Mao Xiang asked with a smile.

"The surname is Zheng, and the single name is a Hao character." Zheng Hao replied.

"It turned out to be Brother Zheng Xian, can Brother Xian have 'words'?" Mao Xiang said again with a smile.

"There are no words." Zheng Hao said.

He said in his heart, it seems that Mao Xiang seems to be very interested in himself, and he has a great sense of making friends.

"Brother Zheng Xian, do you want to sell this set of paintings?" Mao Xiang asked.

"Exactly." Zheng Hao said.

"How much do you want to offer? Brother Fool loves this set of albums very much, and I really want to buy it and take it back to enjoy it carefully. Mao Xiang said with a smile.

At this time, a middle-aged man came in a hurry, but he preemptively said: "Mao Gongzi, this strange book shop wants to buy it for a hundred taels of silver, please forgive me!" ”

This person is Qin Yu, the shopkeeper of Zhilan Hall.

Mao Xiang was full of praise for Zheng Hao's album, and with the prestige of Mao Hao's talent, he naturally attracted many onlookers.

Only then did the guy who looked down on people realize that he seemed to have made a mistake, so he hurriedly went to the backyard of the bookstore to find the shopkeeper Qin.

Shopkeeper Qin heard that someone came to the store to sell the manuscript, and the manuscript was praised by the famous Jiangnan Mao Xiang, so he quickly ran out of the backyard.

As soon as I ran into the store, I heard Mao Xiang negotiating loudly.

Qin Yu opened his mouth and preemptively quoted the price.

Jiangnan is a place where the literary style is prosperous and the bookstore is gathered, and there are relatively many buyers and sellers in publishing and printing, and the competition is still very fierce.

For this kind of for-profit commercial bookstore, if you can find a good source of manuscripts, it will be of great help to seize the opportunity in the competition.