Hearing this, Fan Ruoruo remembered that the conversation between himself and his brother had all fallen into the ears of his younger brother, and he didn't know if the little guy would bring any trouble to his brother if he told Liu, the cold color on Fan Ruoruo's face turned into a faint worry, and he glanced at Fan Xian.

Fan Sizhe's eyes have changed from shock to admiration.

"What's wrong?" Fan Xian looked at him with a strange smile.

Fan Sizhen finally couldn't stand this seemingly infinitely tender gaze, but in fact infinitely cold, and said tremblingly: "I'm just surprised, this book was written by you." ”

Fan Xian was a little bored: "Have you read this book?"

In his impression, if a person in his previous life would have watched the Dream of Red Mansions at the age of twelve and loved it, then when he grew up, he would generally become a literary youth or a hooligan who deceived the female literary youth.

"Nope. Fan Sizhen hurriedly shook his head: "I've seen some, it's very boring." After saying this, he seemed to feel that he had earned back a little face, and his head was raised a little higher.

"It's just that the gentleman has seen it, and he said, ......" he thought about it, but still told the truth, "the gentleman was very impressed, saying that the author's poetry is strange, and there is a block in the chest and abdomen. ”

These are two very high comments, Fan Xian did not blush, and said with a smile: "So you admire me very much?"

"I admire sir. Fan Sizhen thought for a while: "And Mr. likes to read the books you wrote." ”

Suddenly, a greedy gaze appeared in his eyes, and he said enviously: "And although I don't read it, I know that this manuscript is sold in volumes on the market now, and each volume can be sold for eight taels of silver." ”

He nodded, and then looked at Fan Xian's gaze with a feeling of staring at an idol: "It's amazing to be able to make so much money by writing a few words...... I seem to understand a little bit why my sister adores you so much. ”

"I didn't make this money. Fan Xian corrected casually, but he felt strange in his heart, the other party's perception of himself had improved, not because of his full stomach of poetry and books, but because he could make money by writing things. After thinking about it, he understood that his father Si Nanbo was equivalent to the financial personal steward of His Majesty the Emperor Qingguo, due to heredity, no wonder this little guy seemed to be born with a fanatical love for money.

Fan Sizhen rubbed his hands and said feverishly: "But only you can write, if you are willing to earn this money in the future, I can buy shares." ”

Fan Xian sighed, and found that the younger brother in front of him was actually quite naïve, but it was a pity that there was a conflict of interest between himself and him, although he didn't necessarily have any thoughts about the Fan family's family business, but the Liu family's thoughts were already deep-rooted.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he decided to try something, after all, they were brothers by blood, and some miserable endings could be avoided, and it was better to avoid them.

"You haven't told me why you're following me, don't you have to go to school today?" Fan Xian had already made up his mind, so he was interested in chatting with this half-brother about some gossip.

Although Fan Sizhen is young, he is not a straw bag, and he knows that the little meaning he just revealed makes the other party more happy, so he replied with a cute smile and trembling: "Because...... Mom said...... My brother is capable, so it's always good for me to play with my brother more and get some edification. ”

Fan Xian sighed in his heart, pretending to be cute in his heart, it is estimated that no one in the world uses it better than himself, and he actually played in front of him, which can really be described as Fan Men pretending to be ashamed, Confucius Analects.

He knew in his heart that Fan Sizhen following him must be Liu's idea. But there should be no need for the other party to show favor to himself, even if he realizes that his father does not treat him as a mere exploit, there is no reason to be so reckless.

When the food came up, Fan Xian moved his chopsticks like the wind, swept between the plates, and the tips of the chopsticks were extremely accurate and put some of them into his mouth, not caring about the jaw-dropping expressions of his sister and brother beside him.

After licking his lips and savoring it for a while, Fan Xian nodded: "The food in Kyoto is really good. ”

Fan Ruoruo was very delicate, and after eating some casually, he stopped eating, and half turned sideways to read the Dream of Red Mansions seriously. Only Fan Xian and Fan Sizhen were feasting on the banquet, and the more Fan Sizhen ate, the more depressed he became, thinking to himself, Master, I am much fatter than you, but I don't eat as much as you do.

The more Fan Ruoruo looked at it, the more he frowned, and found that the Dream of Red Mansions from this bookseller was not much different from the one in his room, but the front of the title page deliberately copied out the words of the girl, for fear that people in Kyoto who had read this book would think that Dream of Red Mansions was a book of obscenity.

When Fan Xian saw her expression, he knew what she was angry about, smiled slightly and put the chopsticks on the edge of the fish plate, and said, "This is just a marketing method, what is there to be angry about?" At this time, the brother and sister gradually spoke loudly.

Fan Ruoruo vaguely guessed what the marketing method meant, but Fan Sizhen was confused.

"For example, when people buy a book, they will definitely turn over what it is talking about, so the preface, preface, epilogue, wedge and other things must be clear and clear, not necessarily requiring the content of the whole book to be clear, but it must arouse the interest of others. ”

Fan Xian took a sip of tea and continued: "Sister, you are angry because this unscrupulous bookseller puts the paragraph of many girls at the forefront, and this paragraph obviously does not explain the overall style of this story, but it is easy for ordinary people to have a misunderstanding, thinking that this story is a story of Fengyue, right?"

Fan Ruoruo opened her eyes and nodded, thinking to herself that such a fragrant text was sold as that kind of dirty thing, shouldn't she be angry?

But booksellers must do it. Fan Xian looked at his sister's serious expression and couldn't help laughing, "If I am asked to do it, I will do it more than them." This volume is ten times, so you should write ten reviews and print them on the title page, and write a few lines of the most tempting words under each head, so that the viewers will not be able to scratch their hearts, so they have to buy the book home and read it carefully. ”

"Like what?"

"Like a girl. ”

"Then how do you write it this time?" Fan Ruoruo already understood what his brother meant, and pointed to a place in the book with a smile, it was the twenty-third chapter: The West Chamber remembered the wonderful words and jokes, and the Peony Pavilion Yanqu was vigilant, this time it was about the funeral of the flowers, and it was impossible to find words that made people blush and warm.

Fan Xian grinned and said: "Since there is the word Yanqu, of course it is easy to write, if it is me, I will use the paragraph inside...... Most of the people in the garden are girls, and they are in the chaotic world, when they are innocent, they sit and lie down, laughing and laughing, and they know what Baoyu is thinking at this time. Na Baoyu was uncomfortable in his heart, so he was lazy in the garden, only fooling around outside, but he was stupid...... I am seeing the red formation. ”

Then he painted all the words "sitting and lying down, laughing and unintentional, fooling around, stupid, and falling red. ”

Fan Ruoruo looked down and thought about it, and found that it was indeed the case, it was originally some random words, but such a combination, coupled with the word Yanqu on the retrospective, inevitably gave people some space to think about.

Her face flushed slightly, and she said in a low voice, "It turns out that my brother often does such unserious things. ”

Fan Sizhen was stunned by the listening, and gave a thumbs up and said, "Big brother, you are so talented." ”

Fan Xian puffed and squirted out all the tea in his mouth.

At this moment, an extremely arrogant voice came from the outside: "Where did you come from, full of lust and evil, and dare to call yourself talented?"

(There's another chapter in the evening, and I'm personally a person who doesn't want to change the plot, and everything goes according to the established guidelines, hehe.) ）