Seeing that he said this, Zhou Shimin didn't withdraw, and said stupidly: "Since that's the case, that's it, but if Brother Yan has the opportunity in the future, don't forget to introduce one or two for the younger brother." ”

Yan Zheng repeatedly assured, and then resigned.

"Once this time goes, Brother Yan's friendship with that Qingli son will be deeper again. Looking at the back of someone leaving in a hurry, Zhou Shimin said with envy.

Jiang Yun didn't say anything, said goodbye and left, and Zhou Shimin went straight back to Wenshu to prepare for the next county trial.

Jiang Yun went straight back to the residence of the academy, thinking of the agreement with the female shopkeeper of the fat inkstone, and now the West Chamber has been written, and it is just in time to send her a draft.

Thinking of this, he cleaned up, sorted out the manuscript of the West Chamber that he had written these days, only took the upper volume, put it in a baggage, and then went out after mentioning it.

After leaving the academy and going down the mountain, he came all the way to Qinghe Town, and when he arrived in the town, he didn't go anywhere else to hang out, and went straight to the bookstore street in the west.

After walking for a while, a delicate and elegant study attic appeared on the side of the road in front of him, which was the destination of his trip.

In front of the gate of the fat Yan Zhai, there are a lot of people coming and going, in and out of it, there are the ladies of the big men who wear red and cui, Yan thin ring fat, the ladies and the maids and servants who follow them, and there are also rough hands and feet, the women of the ordinary alleys and villages, this fat Yan Zhai sells small talking books, legendary stories, elegant and vulgar appreciation, widely welcomed by women and women.

Of course, there are also men who like to read books here, but for the sake of face, they rarely come here even if they like to, and only read them silently and privately.

When Jiang Yun walked into the door, he saw two maid-looking people walking past him, and the two talked softly as they walked.

"Sister Xiaohong, what book did your young lady tell you to buy this time?"

"My young lady is waiting to see a new book from Yun Zhongzi, it seems to be called Huifanglu, I heard that it is coming soon, this is not three days and two ends of the call to come over to see, yes, what book did your son tell you to buy, if it is good-looking, I will also buy it for my young lady." ”

"My son-in-law likes to read Meihe's 'Soul Breaking', and after reading it, it's not enjoyable, so he wants me to buy a few more books by Meihe. ”

"Meihe's 'Soul Breaking' is really good, I'll introduce you to a few more books later, and your son-in-law likes to read ......"

"It's good, it's good, but I'm afraid of delaying Childe's studies, recently Childe has been reading these books, and he is almost forgetting to sleep and eat, I see that he doesn't have such a diligent ...... when he reads the book of saints."

The two laughed softly and walked into the door of the fat inkstone.

It seems that these books of talented and beautiful people are really very popular, so it's okay, so that he doesn't have to worry that there is no market for his West Chamber, Jiang Yun thought so, and followed into the door of the study with confidence.

In the hall of the study, on the shelves in rows, all kinds of novels, legends are dazzling, full of them, there are also a lot of young ladies, maids stop there to stay, read and select, there are many people reading books in the whole hall, but it seems very quiet, even if someone speaks, most of them are soft-spoken.

Jiang Yun's entry attracted the attention of many people, after all, most of the people who came here to buy books were women and women, and there were very few young men like him, at least now in the entire study, he was a young man.

However, everyone also took a look, so they didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to bury their heads in picking books, after all, although there were few men like Jiang Yun who occasionally visited the study, it was not nothing.

Jiang Yun didn't stop in the hall much this time, the books here didn't have the slightest interest in him, in fact, they were the West Chamber Records that he copied by himself, and he didn't think it was interesting.

He went directly to the mahogany counter inside, and in front of the counter, a beautiful woman wearing a pink dress, with a light brow, was busy receiving customers, it was the female shopkeeper he had seen last time.

"Shopkeeper Tong, these books are for you to settle the account. A middle-aged woman with rough hands handed a few books to the counter.

"Okay, Xiaoyu, you calculate it for Aunt Gu. The shopkeeper instructed a young lady in the study next to her.

Seeing that the shopkeeper was busy, Jiang Yun didn't go up immediately, and waited on the side for the time being.

The shopkeeper Tong was busy for a while, and occasionally looked up, and saw Jiang Yun waiting next to him, he didn't recognize him for a while, and greeted with a smile: "This son, are you here to buy books, what books do you need?" ”

Jiang Yun stepped forward and said, "Have you forgotten the shopkeeper, I agreed with the shopkeeper last time that I would come to submit." ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, he looked at the other party carefully, and immediately remembered, and said, "Yes, I remembered, you are, you are ......"

She couldn't remember the other party's name, so she immediately recited the poem that the other party left at that time, and said, "You are the ...... Under the west chamber of the moon, the windward door is half-open!"

Jiang Yun nodded and said, "It seems that the shopkeeper has remembered it." ”

Shopkeeper Tong smiled apologetically and said, "I've been busy lately, and I'm really about to forget about it, yes, why did Childe come after so many days, I thought Childe wouldn't come." ”

Jiang Yun said: "The shopkeeper has been waiting for a long time, and he has only recently completed the draft, so I will send it over immediately, and ask the shopkeeper to take a look." ”

Shopkeeper Tong's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said, "You mean, the manuscript has been completed, then show it to me!"

Although she still didn't know anything about Jiang Yun's novel and plot story, she was moved by that little poem and made her remember it deeply, otherwise she would not have accepted a newcomer like the other party.

"Under the west chamber of the moon, the windward door is half-open. The shadow of the flowers on the partition wall moves, and it is suspected that the jade man is coming. This little poem, which she still remembers deeply at the moment, just by chatting a few words, the breath of talent and beauty comes to her face, and people can't help but want to understand the story.

Jiang Yun didn't say much, and immediately took the burden he brought, untied it, took out the manuscript inside, and handed it to the other party.

The conversation between the shopkeeper Tong and him attracted the attention of the people next to him, and soon, a large group of people gathered in front of the counter, and everyone looked at Jiang Yun with curious eyes, as if looking at a rare animal, a group of females and porridge, pointing and discussing, and they couldn't get along.

Surrounded by a group of women, surrounded by incense, staring at him one by one, pointing and discussing, Jiang Yun didn't know what was going on, and felt inexplicable.

"What are you looking at, do you have any good books?" said a man who looked like a maid later, who did not know what was going on, and asked strangely.

"I heard that this little brother is here to contribute!" Aunt Gu, who bought the book just now, had not left yet, and pointed to Jiang Yun in front of the counter and said to the descendants with a smile.

"Ah, don't you mean that he is not the old man who wrote the book?" The maid suddenly burst out in surprise, and her eyes were suddenly full of stars when she looked at someone.

Although novels by talented and beautiful women are prevalent here, and there are many people who write such novels, most of these authors are hidden behind the scenes, and few show their true faces.

Just because most of the people who write this kind of novel are also men, especially some down-and-out literati, who have no hope of fame in the imperial examination, and write this kind of novel just to cater to the world, so as to earn some manuscript fees and supplement the family.

And this is obviously not a glorious thing, especially in the circle of scholars who take the imperial examination as their main business, preach the words of the saints, and read the books of the saints.

Therefore, most of these people who write books will not show their true faces, even if they are signed by the authors, they will also take some pseudonyms such as "mountain people", "laymen" and "wild elders", and will not appear under their real names.

So now the female customers in the hall, although they have read a lot of books, but the living author has really not seen it, and now they heard that a book writer appeared in front of them, which naturally aroused their great curiosity and interest, and they looked around Jiang Yun one by one, as if looking at a rare animal.

"This little brother, I don't know who your pen name is?"

That Aunt Gu asked out loudly at this time, and her question also asked the voices of the other female customers in the hall, and everyone's eyes looked at them together, waiting for Jiang Yun's reply.

Some female customers even imagined it, full of expectations, and secretly said that the other party was the famous Liuqiao monk who wrote "The Twelfth Floor", or the bouldering mountain man who wrote "Red Line Edge", or the mandarin duck?

These people are amazing people, and if you can meet the real person, wouldn't it be something worth showing off. However, some people doubt that the young brother in front of him, who looks no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, can also write a book?

Facing the scorching gaze projected by the group of girls, Jiang Yun couldn't feel it for a while, and was about to say something, when the shopkeeper Tong on the side had already spoken out and relieved him: "This son is still a fledgling, and he has not yet made any great achievements. ”

When the female customers heard this, they burst into boos, it turned out that it was not everyone, but just a fledgling newcomer, many people were disappointed, and some were disapproving.

"I thought it was the Meihe monk who arrived, or the mandarin ducks came!"

"I thought he belonged to Liuqiao. ”

"How is it possible, I guess that the Liuqiao monk who wrote the 'twelfth floor' must be a middle-aged uncle who is full of poetry, talented, has read all the vicissitudes of the world, and is a little talented and does not complain, how can it be this young brother......"

"No, I think Liuqiao Jushi should be a talented, chic and romantic talent, and the talented Wang Sheng in the book should be a portrayal of himself......" someone said nymphomaniac.

"Anyway, it won't be the young guy in front of you. ”

"yes, what kind of book can you write at such a young age. ”

"This little brother still focuses on reading and doing business......"

The women were chattering and talking endlessly, and their words were full of contempt for Jiang Yun.