During the period of recuperation, the county ordered Lord Li to send someone to visit, and the Xing Mansion was terrified and thanked, and they knew that their son had won the first prize in the Hanjiang Poetry Society.

Everything is inferior, but reading is high. Everyone's eyes changed when they saw Xing Meng, but then, it was a pity that it hurt the body, and no matter how good the writing was, there was no chance to show it.

Xing Meng didn't care about these, he struck while the iron was hot these days, and with the support of the county magistrate, the book publishing process was surprisingly smooth. It quickly solved the problems of review, approval, and application for book number for book publication.

However, in ten days, 5,000 copies had been printed, and the Li County Decree also specifically allowed Xing Meng to sell books to other places through the official post station.

Xing Gui'an knew that his son had written a book and was appreciated by the county order, and he was also very supportive, and the family leaned 10,000 taels of silver to fully support him in book sales, not trying to make money, even if he could become famous, it could be regarded as giving the Xing family face.

This is the first cultural person in the old Xing family!

Soon, the major bookstores in Hanjiang County and the surrounding county governments all put on "The Legend of the West Chamber" and "The Biography of Li Linfu".

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Hanjiang County, Sanwei Book House.

This is the largest bookstore in Hanjiang County.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't miss it when you pass by, do you want to see a love story that touches the ages? Want to know the wonderful legend of the scholar and the prime minister's daughter? Do you want to see the story of the traitor Li Linfu, who is scheming and persecuting Zhongliang?

Everything, all in "The Legend of the West Chamber" and "The Biography of Li Linfu", please buy! ”

A small guy shouted loudly outside the store with his throat raised.

"The new work of the top talent of the Hanjiang Poetry Club, a wonderful novel that should not be missed!"

"Whoever looks at it loves it, and doesn't regret it. Thirteen readers who rushed to make the preface vomited blood and recommended, it doesn't look good, and it doesn't cost money......"

These propaganda slogans were all thought of by Xing Meng.

No matter how good the work is, without strong publicity, it will not be able to achieve the desired effect.

People passing by looked curiously.

Mainly because of two points.

First, the Hanjiang Poetry Club is quite famous, and it is quite famous in Hanjiang County.

The second is that these slogans are too gimmicky, the bookstore used to sell books, but it has never been done like this, these slogans are more attractive than the voices of the girls in the Red Apricot Building.

Soon, some people couldn't stand the temptation of advertising and paid for it, most of the ladies liked "The Legend of the West Chamber", and most of the men preferred "The Biography of Li Linfu".

Such a scene was staged in the bookstores in the county in turn.

And the best-selling strength of these two works far exceeded the expectations of Xing Meng, Zhao Shangru and others.

Hanjiang County Printing Plant.

A middle-aged man in charge shouted angrily: "Hurry up, and then print out 10,000 copies, these two books are very popular, yesterday other counties in Nanzhou Prefecture have placed orders for me, everyone work hard, work hard, and give everyone thirty dollars per person in a few days as a reward!" ”

"Okay!" Dozens of shirtless men shouted in unison, and their subordinates were quite neat, very skillful in using movable type printing, and the text was quickly prototyped page by page.

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Nanzhou Prefecture, Jingning County.

The scene of a rich lady's party.

Everyone chatted word by word, and suddenly a beautiful woman cried and mourned, and several women around her lost their faces, and hurriedly said, "Wan'er, what's wrong?" ”

The woman who was called Wan'er stopped crying, picked up a delicate handkerchief and gently wiped away her tears, and said softly: "It's okay, it's just that I'm fascinated by reading books, and I'm a little sad." ”

"What book?"

Everyone stepped forward to take a look, and the cover read "The Story of the West Chamber", one of them said: "I know this book, it was written by a reader, it has been very popular recently, and it is hard to find a book, Wan'er, you borrow me to read this book for two days!" ”

After speaking, he pressed the book tightly to his full chest.

Seeing this, the rest of the women immediately stretched out their claws and grabbed them with a smile.

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Nanzhou capital, streets.

A young man walked down the wide road with a large knife on his shoulder, followed by a dozen minions, all of whom were members of the Blazing Tigers, a medium-sized gang in the southern state capital.

"Third brother, this time you are the first to grab the territory with the Mi Gang, and the big boss will definitely expand the area under our jurisdiction, hehe, you will collect more money in the future." Behind the young man carrying the knife, a sharp-mouthed minion laughed.

"Yes, our Blazing Tiger Gang can achieve such great results without the third brother?" Everyone else laughed.

The young man carrying the knife didn't speak, but suddenly his footsteps stopped, his eyes flashed, he walked to a bookshelf, picked up a thread-bound book and looked at it.

"Doesn't the third brother hate reading the most, how can he still have such leisure?" Everyone was puzzled.

But I heard the young man with the knife holding the book and muttering, "Xing Meng...... Third brother......"

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Hanjiang County, the second floor of a restaurant, by the window.

On the table, there is a plate of peanuts, a plate of fennel beans, and a pot of black tea.

Xing Meng was wrapped in a fox coat, rubbing his head, and looking at the flow of people below.

After thinking about things for a while, he reached out and grabbed two peanuts, chewed and swallowed.

He liked to drink alcohol, especially spirits, but now he was weak enough to drink some tea.

The people around him cast puzzled glances at him, the weather was still hot, everyone else was wearing single clothes, but Xing Meng was wearing a fox fur coat, which was strange if he didn't attract attention.

These days, he inquired in many ways and asked Uncle Cheng to spend money to buy them, but he found a few cheats, but unfortunately they are all hard skills, and the quality is average, which is not as good as military combat fist and hammer body technique.

Internal strength is hard to find.

There are a few acquired masters in Hanjiang County, but the internal strength cheats in their hands are not intended to be passed on, even if Xing Meng pays a lot of money, he is not willing.

"Fame Converter!"

He summoned the panel, and the fame on it reached 243, and it seems that his fame has increased quite quickly these days.

The influence of the Hanjiang Poetry Club is equivalent to the star idol talent show in the previous life, and the champion must be in the spotlight, and it is usually easier to enter the entertainment industry and become a first- or second-tier star.

Moreover, with the best-selling works of "The Legend of the West Chamber" and "The Biography of Li Linfu", the fame value will continue to grow.

"There is no fame value, no internal strength, and it is just a sigh of hope, useless." Xing Meng sighed.

He flipped through a lot of martial arts classics and understood a truth, practicing martial arts must be both internal and external, and it is the right way.

If you don't practice inside or outside, although you can only live a long time, you can only live long, and your combat ability is seriously insufficient.

Practicing outside but not practicing inside, hard skills are strong, and fighting is unmatched, which can greatly damage the fundamentals of the body, not only shorten the life expectancy, but also cause other irreversible sequelae.

"With the secret book of internal strength, internal and external penetration, plus the role of the converter, I can practice several hard skills at the same time, and urge the quenching realm to the limit of human beings. It can be regarded as stepping into the ranks of the strong and having the power of self-preservation. Xing Meng knocked on the table and said secretly in his heart.

On the street below the restaurant, a strong man is selling big sweet dates, and there are two baskets of dates in front of him, and there are many people around.

"Selling dates—"

The strong man squatted on the ground, guarding the basket and shouted.

The big sweet jujube is red, it looks very tempting, and many people seem to be asking the price.

Xing Meng retracted his gaze, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a monk walking around the corner of the street, with tattered clothes, drooping on a pair of worn straw sandals, walking upside down.

The monk walked to the jujube stall, looked around, stretched out his dirty hands in the sludge and grabbed the basket, and begged from the strong man, but the strong man was unmoved and ignored.

The monk begged: "You have so many dates, give me a few and you don't lose anything, why are you so unproductive?" ”

The strong man shook his head, pushed away the beggar monk in disgust, and said, "Go and go, go and beg elsewhere, and don't go to be careful of the master's fist!" ”

"Isn't it just a few dates, just give it to him, and it will be regarded as doing a good deed." Seeing this, the surrounding spectators also persuaded the strong man.

The strong man was unmoved, just pressed the basket containing the dates, and said angrily: "If you want to buy it, you can buy it, if you don't buy it, pull it down, and make a noise!" ”

When everyone saw the strong man speaking ill of each other, they didn't dare to say more.