Song Ren settled in the Plum Blossom Book House, and the room in the backyard was very spacious, and it seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time.

"A good bookstore, how can you run it like this, isn't your father going to be angry with you to come back to life?" Song Ren stared at the tablet in the room, made a gesture, and then turned the tablet away.

After all, he will live in this room in the future.

Tang Xiaoyi, who was cleaning up the room, smiled, took down the tablet with his hand, wiped it with his chest, and left his room later.

"Brother Song, I can't help it, you can see it, my book house was passed on to me by my father, but I am not a business material at all, I used to have my father Zhang Luo, it was okay, now, hey~~" Tang Xiaoyi sighed for a while.

It's not just a lazy, even greeting guests with parrots, which guests can warm their hearts when they come in.

"But there are so many books, and no one buys them?"

"You can stop, I'm going to sell the book house, in today's Nine Kings City, I don't know how many books are sold, each of them has fixed resources and background support, what can I do."

Don't look at the numbers, these are all old books from decades ago or even a hundred years ago, they have long been derailed, no one reads them, and now everyone reads new books that have been published in recent years, such as "Zhu Xian", "Tomb of the Gods" and so on, I don't have them here. ”

Tang Xiaoyi swept the ashes on the table with a feather duster and coughed twice.

Song Ren heard people talking about his book, so he sat down: "Then why don't you print and sell it?" ”

Tang Xiaoyi wiped his nose: "No money, no rights, these are all printed through special channels, officially customized, even those big bookstores in Nine Kings City have also obtained the consent of the Author Certification Guild, and they have to pay money."

Now that author is a big deal, everyone wants to stammer, you print his book privately, and other fans can do it for you, my small shop, it's not enough to find out what to lose, it's better to eat the old book honestly. ”

Hearing such words, Song Ren was overjoyed, this is good, it seems that sometimes being famous is not necessarily a bad thing, especially in this kind of big city, rules are always the first priority.

It was not appropriate to let the family clean up alone, and Song Ren also got up to help.

The next day, after Song Ren got up, he changed into Confucian clothes and incarnated himself as Fang Yun, the protagonist of "Confucianism and Taoism".

Seeing Song Ren dressed like this, like the scholars next to the students of the big academy in Nine Kings City, Tang Xiaoyi felt more and more that Song Ren was extremely eccentric.

But since people gave money and didn't get in the way of him, he couldn't say anything wrong.

But then again, when my dad was there before, he used to nag a lot, but now there is another person, and he doesn't have to pay for him to take care of him, and it's also very good to talk to him occasionally.

Song Ren took a feather duster and began to clean the dust and cobwebs on the bookshelves.

Such a good book, no matter what the content is, is made by the author racking his brains, knowledge should be respected, and a comfortable environment can make him better to review "Confucianism and Taoism" again.

It's like he used to eat, at least he had to let go of his mobile phone or TV, and he had a sense of ritual.

Seeing that Song Ren was really cleaning and spending money to find guilt, Tang Xiaoyi was still holding Erlang's legs, snorting melon seeds, and opened Tiandao.com to browse the exciting news of today's headlines.

Looking at it, I was a little embarrassed, because Song Ren cleaned very carefully, as if he was doing a very sacred thing, the corners of the bookshelf, the cover of the book, would carefully wipe off the dust.

In the past, when my father was here, he was like this, standing on the ladder, staggering and cleaning, and sometimes he would be choked and coughed.

Looking at Song Ren's back, Tang Xiaoyi quietly put away the melon seeds, quietly picked up the broom, and cleaned up silently.

After the clean study house was cleaned, it suddenly took on a new look, and even some old windows were repaired and opened, and they were much brighter, and people were in a good mood.

Song Ren took a breath of satisfaction, this is the current state of mind.

And in the process of cleaning, he also found that half of the books here are books by authors from a long time ago, there is potential, and there are a few excellent books, but more importantly, some are not even available online.

I think it was written by some people and not published on the Internet, but the content, that's it.

But it's good that no one comes to buy books, so no one bother, but it's good to be able to be yourself and practice here comfortably.

Song Ren sat at the table, facing the sunlight from the window, with some books in front of him, as well as pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

And Tang Xiaoyi turned on the Internet, watched the series "Zhu Xian", and laughed silly from time to time.

However, no longer resting on the counter, it is much more regular.

Outside the window, there are mottled tree shadows, accompanied by golden light, reflected on the rice paper gently shaking, Song Ren picked up the pen, took a deep breath of fresh air and a faint smell of books, suddenly smiled, and picked up the pen.

Spring Dawn

Spring sleep is not aware,

Birds are heard everywhere;

The sound of wind and rain at night,

How much do you know about the flowers?

This is one of the famous poems of the famous poet Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty, and it is the protagonist of "Confucianism and Taoism", Fang Yun, who participated in the township examination and made the first five-character quatrain, and also obtained the status of a child.

After writing, looking at this familiar poem, this will also become a poem made by yourself in the eyes of everyone.

Grandpa Meng Haoran, I'm sorry, the younger generation may have to use your prestige fox fake tiger power once, I am also making a name for you, resounding in the other continent, and let them see what kind of talent my Chinese ancestors have.

Song Ren gently put down the pen, entered the Tiandao Net, entered the backstage of the Lingshu Network, and looked at the words [Finished] after "Zhu Xian", "Tomb of the Gods" and "Sword in the Snow", and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Then he clicked to create a new book and wrote the pen name "Confucianism and Taoism".

Sure enough, no one registered.

And he had already saved more than fifty chapters before, Song Ren directly released the content of the ten chapters, and Tiandao.com began to review it.

Song Ren was in a good mood, turned off the Internet, and looked at the shadows of the trees moving with the breeze in the window, as if he had returned to his high school days, the days of youth.

In the back corner, Tang Xiaoyi still watched the "Zhu Xian" series over and over again, just like a young man on the Internet.

Song Ren took out his own Xun, which was given to him by Lin Miaoke in the Valley of Hundred Flowers last year, and the quality was extremely good.

Song Ren pursed his lips, took a long breath of relief, put his hands on it, and gently blew "The Original Scenery of Hometown".

The graceful and deep music sounded slowly, it was so beautiful, this was the second time he played it, Tang Xiaoyi heard the voice and looked over, but he didn't expect Brother Song to be an elegant person, but the drama is still good.

He's a weirdo anyway.

The starling at the door tilted his head sideways, listened carefully, smacked his lips, and seemed to be learning......