"Tabloid?" Han Saburo scoffed: "The tabloids can't even support themselves, how can they make money."

"Brother knows about tabloids too?" Han Beiqing hadn't seen anyone in his family buy this thing before.

"This is nothing new. In the past, when I was studying in Qishan, the bookstores I knew well would ask me to ghostwrite. Those bookstores and bookstores have tabloids, and I have a classmate who makes a living by writing books."

Thinking of studying with his classmates in the academy, the glint in Han Saburo's eyes was something that Han Beiqing had never seen at home.

Retracting his yearning look, Han Saburo looked at Han Beiqing and said earnestly: "The tabloid issue is just an interesting book, people read a lot, and it was quickly pirated and printed, and the pirate is a million profits. Publishers can't even afford to pay for their contributions, let alone make a profit."

Han Beiqing lowered his head and smiled lightly: "That's because a complete chain has not been formed, and if I do it, it will definitely not be like this."

She raised her head, and her eyes burst with light, as if she had been building in her mind for a long time: "A while ago, for the sake of the oil truck route, I drew all the street maps of the main street in Huaining County on paper. I happened to come across a bookstore that was being transferred, and that bookstore was on the other side of the Qiaotou Rouge Shop."

"The bookstore is not large, and there are not many styles of pen, ink, paper and inkstones sold, and the books sell very well. As my brother said, if it's good-looking, there are too many pirated and editions in the book. The paper was shoddy and messy, but the price was really cheap. As long as you can see the picture and text clearly, someone will be willing to buy it. If you don't like it, you won't feel distressed after watching the fire."

Han Saburo nodded: "Since you know, why do you want to make tabloids?"

"Brother, listen patiently to me." Han Beiqing sold Guan Zi slowly: "Although the bookstore is small, it has a fixed source of customers."

"Didn't you say that there are few styles of pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, where is the fixed source of customers? Is it all the source of the book?" Han Saburo was very puzzled, there were many books and editions.

"The bookstore has its own binding equipment, just like the paper you wrote in your study, and my own binding journal. They were all bound into books by this bookstore, so can't they be sewn into books by stitches?"

Han Saburo understood what Han Beiqing meant: "That bookstore has binding equipment, and naturally there are printing channels. So a lot of my own books are pirated and copied?"

Han Beiqing chuckled: "If it's a pirated or version, can it still be transferred?" Naturally, it's a genuine book.,So I lost money and had to be transferred."

"Do you have a way?" Han Saburo prides himself on being smart, but he still can't think of a way to make a profit for the bookstore.

"I took the bookstore, half a tabloid, and a few well-written books. A one-time buyout of the manuscript and serialized it in tabloids. In this way, there is no fear of piracy and editions, and tabloids can also have readers who follow. The tabloid serialized the book, so naturally there were many places to write about the gossip life of the Red Mansion Art Girl, the freshest things in the city at the moment, food reviews, happy and vengeful rivers and lakes, and prices."

The content of what Han Beiqing said aroused Han Saburo's great interest. Before the tabloid came out, he already had the urge to buy one.

"What do you mean by prices? What is the daily price of the dish? Those who pay attention to the price of rice and vegetables are ordinary people, and they will definitely not buy tabloids if they care about this money. That's not quite right."

When Han Saburo heard the word price, his first reaction was the price of rice and vegetables, which is the most concerned issue for the people at the bottom.

It's a pity that the price Han Beiqing said is not this, "It's not the price of rice and vegetables, but the price of the cross-reference sign hanging on the door of the gold and silver shop."

Han Saburo suddenly realized, patted the table and said in surprise, "That's right! The father sat in the yamen, holding the first-hand price. If there is a change in the price of shops in the city, the yamen is the first to be notified."

"And from the official newspaper, we can also get a glimpse of it. Although this is not in accordance with the rules, if there is a war on the border, a great drought in the north, or a flood bandit somewhere. We can all publish it in the tabloids, and as long as the source of the information is true, the tabloid will definitely have sales."

"It's not appropriate for the official to report this.....

Han Saburo also pointed out the mistakes: "Not to mention that it is a crime to read the official newspaper without permission, let's just say that with my father's official position, we are a small place, and the official newspaper cannot come to the house every day."

"If you want to get news from the outside, in addition to the official report, there is also a delivery shop. There is no delivery shop in Huaining County, but there is a dart bureau and a horse gang. I can buy news from them, and as long as it's true, we can pay for it." Han Beiqing had already thought about this matter, and there was nothing else to deliver. There is an official report of the county government to corroborate, and he is not afraid of false news.

Han Saburo knew that his sister was doing things properly, but he didn't expect to be so thoughtful. Think that she is only thirteen years old now, and she has such a mind. couldn't help but feel ashamed, and made up his mind to redouble his efforts and gain fame as soon as possible.

The brother and sister negotiated, and the rest of the things were taken care of.

Wang Sanniang was frightened by the thin horse, and asked her son to discuss that she wanted him to support her. Unexpectedly, Han Sanlang didn't care, but persuaded Wang Sanniang to be generous.

"Even if there are a few concubines, what can I do? With me and my sister supporting you, not to mention the concubine and wife, even if my father marries a flat wife and enters the door, he can't get past you."

Wang Sanniang was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and she went out directly.

Han Beiqing heard Xinrui's reply in the courtyard, and he couldn't laugh straight.

"Miss, do you want to go out today?" Xinrui asked curiously while combing Han Beiqing's hair.

"You want to go out?" Han Beiqing looked at Xinrui in the mirror and teased with a smile.

"Yes." Xinrui nodded happily in acknowledgement.

"I used to be at home, doing laundry and cooking all day with my nephews and nieces. Later, he worked for a short time, and it was also a full-day labor. Since I was with Miss, I was able to go out shopping and eat a lot of delicious food."

Xinrui is only two years older than Han Beiqing, and now she is just getting a childish time.

When she is old, she should marry someone, but her sister-in-law is so mean that the bride price is too high, and no one is willing to do it. Later, it was Xinrui who decided to sell herself/become a slave, which was also considered to earn a bride price for her family.

"Then go out for a walk." After combing her hair, Han Beiqing stood up and said to the little girl behind her with a smile.

"Then, it's just me and Miss, wouldn't it be unsafe? It's better to call one.... Stay with us. It's also more convenient."

"There are women out there who are wandering the streets, asking the little maid to do something. Besides, apart from Lao Cao, Aunt Zou, and Mama Ma, there is no one else in the family." Han Beiqing disagreed, and took out a small purse from the box and put it in his arms.

He didn't raise his head and asked with a smile, "If you call someone to accompany you, you have to let Lao Cao shout." Who do you think is appropriate?"