Chao Wendao couldn't see the plot behind it, so he shook his head and smiled: "I think there will be many people who love to read this you wrote, as long as you overcome the inherent sense of worship of the gods at the beginning, you will definitely find your manuscript very interesting and interesting." But how many words are you going to write?"

Wang Yangming estimated it: "Get a million words." ”

Chao Wendao was stunned for a moment: "A million words? I have never seen such a long article, is the plot of your story always coherent?"

Wang Yangming nodded and said, "This is a long, long story, and this monkey will run through this story all the time." ”

One sentence once again brought up Chao Wendao's interest, and he looked at Wang Yangming with blazing eyes, waiting for the following.

Wang Yangming continued: "I call this genre a novel. The flow of novelists is covered by barnyard officials, street talk, and hearsay. This kind of thing that embellishes the collected material and turns it into its own essay is a novel. ”

"Novel?" Chao Wendao nodded thoughtfully: "Since you like to write, it's okay to write, but don't delay your cultivation because of this." Although the Great Dao is three thousand, it is all convenient methods, but as the dean's personal disciple, martial arts practice is the foundation of your life. ”

Wang Yangming nodded and was taught: "I will take care of it." It's just that writing is too slow after all, and I don't know if there is any way to write faster. ”

Chao Wendao thought about it and gave advice: "Some students in the academy are from poor backgrounds, and they often go to the academy to find some chores to do, and the academy pays them. If you want, you can call a few students who write fast, you dictate, they write, and several people take shifts, so that the division of labor will not be too tiring, and of course the writing will be faster. ”

Wang Yangming thought that he didn't have the identity of a writer, so he had already started the way of writing as a writer, and he hired a writing assistant. But he thought about something and made a bitter face: "I don't have a penny, how can I pay those students?"

Chao Wendao took out a few ingots of silver from his arms and handed them over: "I have some on me, and I don't need anything urgent, so I'll give it to you to ask for a ghostwriting student." ”

Wang Yangming saw that Chao Wendao was so enthusiastic about helping himself, and his heart was extremely moved, what is a good senior brother, this is a good senior brother in China!

He took the money and swore that "if this novel can be successful, I will share half of the money you make!"

Chao Wendao shook his head and said slowly: "Money is something outside the body, don't be entangled in making money, you just need to write well, and you'll be fine." ”

Wang Yangming nodded yes, although Chao Wendao gave his approval, but after all, he is the top person in the world, he appreciates "Journey to the West", it doesn't mean that other ordinary people will also like "Journey to the West", let's write it first!

The next day, Chao Wendao was entrusted by Wang Yangming, when he was lecturing to the ordinary disciples in the academy, he said that Mr. Thirteen needed a few people who could write well and quickly to help him work, and he would be paid by the hour every day.

Wang Yangming was waiting in the dormitory, and sure enough, after the senior brother got out of class, three students came running over, Wang Yangming greeted each other, and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

One of them, tall and thin, said, "Back to Mr. Thirteen, my name is Cao Zhan," and he pointed to the two slightly short ones beside him and said, "They are my fellow villagers, this is Robben, and that is Shi Yanduan." The other two also came up to greet Wang Yangming, and Wang Yangming asked, "Where are you fellow villagers?"

Cao Zhan replied: "The student is from Shanxi. Don't hide it from Mr. Thirteen, Shanxi has suffered from a major drought in recent years, although the imperial court sent silver to provide disaster relief, but it is a drop in the bucket, and more and more students have fled in their hometowns. If the three students hadn't been lucky enough to get into the Guozi Prison, they might have been displaced by this time. ”

Wang Yangming nodded, sympathizing with the three of them for no reason, he was a poor person in his previous life, the poorest and poorest kind of people, and he had a natural connection with the children of poor families psychologically and emotionally.

He told the three of them his thoughts, and the three of them looked relaxed, and their hearts were just a book copying job, but it was easy to do.

Among the three, Cao Zhan was the oldest, the most mature in mind, and considered the most, he asked carefully: "Don't hide it from Sir, the three of us endure hardships and will definitely not delay Mr.'s affairs, but I don't know how much money Mr. can give us? The student has no worries about food and clothing in the Guozi Prison, but the relatives at home are waiting for us to make money and send it back every month, otherwise we can only wait to starve to death, it's not that we regard money as important, there is really no way." ”

Wang Yangming nodded and expressed his understanding: "Each of you writes for half an hour, and the three of you take turns to write, for a total of one and a half hours, and each person has a penny of silver." ”

Cao Zhan and the three of them suddenly looked happy.

You must know that in this world, one cent of silver is enough for a family to eat a full meal, one cent a day, three taels a month, which is definitely a lot of income in the eyes of poor families. Cao Zhan's eyes rolled, and he hurriedly said, "Sir, can we each write for half an hour every day and give us three cents of silver?"

Wang Yangming spread his hands and smiled bitterly: "Brother Cao, I know that you are short of money, but I still have to practice every day, and I still have to read books, and each of you writes for three hours, and I want nine hours here, how can I have so much time." ”

Cao Zhan thought to himself that he really didn't think about this problem, but it was already a good thing that fell from the sky to earn a penny of silver every day, so he stopped talking at the moment.

Wang Yangming thought for a while, and said: "That's it, I'm also from a poor background, don't hide it from the three, my collection is a long story, I'm going to write a certain number of words and then take it to the bookstore in Kyoto, to see if they have the intention of publishing, if after publishing, I will have royalties, you three ghostwrite for me, you naturally have a share of this royalty, then I will give you a certain royalty each, can you see it?"

There are no concepts of publishing and royalties in this world, and the three of them were confused, but they also understood the ambition of the thirteenth gentleman and the care for the three of them. At the moment, he said yes with joy, and immediately began to work.

Wang Yangming got rid of the trouble of writing, began to speak and compare, and the other three were responsible for the record, these three people dared to apply for this job, their own quality is really excellent, the handwriting is neat and beautiful, and the speed can actually keep up.

I wrote like this for half an hour, and I was so tired that my wrists were numb, and Wang Yangming also said that his mouth was dry and his throat was smoking, but he had already written the general to the thirteenth episode of "Trapping the Tiger's Den Venus to Solve the Doom and Leave the Monk in the Twin Forks".