The medicinal effect of mangniu ointment is indeed amazing.

It is worthy of being an ointment that Uncle Zhang has to boast about, and it is useful for the eight-rank martial arts, not to mention Li Changan?

When he woke up in the morning, Li Changan subconsciously used his grammar, and the pain on his body was relieved a lot, and only a few hideous wounds with deep bones remained.

Those small wounds have all scabbed and fallen off, but the skin color of the wounds is slightly different, and nothing can be seen after two more days.

can only sleep for two hours at a time, which makes Li Changan cry out for sin.

I was afraid that in my sleep, the Wen Palace would collapse and my body would collapse.

After staying up for a while, Li Changan couldn't sleep anymore, so he got up to wash and pack his bags.

After a bumpy day on the road,

When Li Changan returned to the county town, he went into the study to write "Liang Zhu".

"Liang Zhu" is an ancient Chinese legend, and the story is well-known.

Li Changan added some inconsequential things to the White Deer Academy.

The Four Academies and Guozijian have always been the holy places of literature and Taoism that the literati of the Great Jin Dynasty dreamed of.

People all over the country are also quite curious about this.

Although this "Liang Zhu" is written about the love between men and women, it adds the gimmick of the academy and Li Changan's careful polishing.

More than 100,000 words are sprinkled, and it is read in one go, with laughter and tears.

It's much more interesting than the ones I read before.

Li Changan re-read the written "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai", and nodded with satisfaction.

March 17, early in the morning,

series bookstore,

"No, what's wrong with my book?" Li Changan specially asked Song Anmin to help him disguise himself and came to the Cong bookstore in the county town.

As a result, after the bookstore shopkeeper flipped through the book, he shook his head and refused, "Your book is still a matter of love between men and women." ”

"Even Master Huang Qinshan's "Whispering" can't do it, don't look at the good sales, but it's all too white light."

The shopkeeper said, "I advise you to take a look at books like "Demon Slayer" and "Ask the Buddha", everyone loves to read them. ”

It's not that Li Changan can't write, so many top online articles in his previous life can be written.

But the problem is that what is written from memory alone is useless.

It must be the content of the mutton fat jade book to be useful.

"Please take a look at it again, I don't need any pen polishing fees for this book, I just hope that Cong Bookstore can help print it." Li Changan said.

He wants to spread "Liang Zhu" in a short period of time, and the Cong Book Office is the best channel.

As for the silver and the like, it is secondary.

It's a pity that if Taibai comes, the Cong Bookstore will definitely consider it, but now he is an unknown Qinglian.

The other party won't even look at it.

"Childe, it's not that I don't want to accept your script, it's just that the words have been passed down from above, and the love script is weak now, and it really can't be sold." The bookstore owner said bitterly,

"Every book, the bookstore has to print at least 10,000 copies, if I accept your book, the cost will not be recovered by then, and the little old man will have to make up for it himself, I really dare not accept it."

Li Changan pondered for a moment and said, "Shopkeeper, otherwise, how about I print at my own expense?" ”

"You ......" The shopkeeper of the bookstore was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and hurriedly persuaded him, "Childe, you are not cost-effective like this, basically all this money is going to be wasted." ”

Seeing that the shopkeeper of the bookstore was a little loose, Li Changan grabbed the hand of the shopkeeper of the bookstore and said sincerely,

"Shopkeeper, please help me ask, I will print at my own expense, I just hope that the Cong Bookstore can help sell it to the outside world."

The bookstore shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, then sighed lightly, "I'll ask first......

Li Changan waited in the backyard of the bookstore for a while, and the bookstore shopkeeper hurriedly came, "The bookstore manager above said that the price of printing more can be fair." ”

"10,000 copies, each volume will charge you 14 wen, as for the script, it can be priced at 23 wen, but even if all the 100,000 copies are sold out, Childe will lose money."

"Fifty thousand volumes, each of which will give you twelve ...... 100,000 volumes, each volume will charge you 10 ...... After that, there are 200,000 and a half thousand, which is too many. ”

Li Changan nodded, "Then ask the shopkeeper to help me draw up a deed, and I will print 100,000 copies at my own expense." ”

When the bookstore shopkeeper heard this number, he was immediately startled, and his voice trembled a little, "Childe, why don't you be safe, 100,000 copies are 1,000 taels of silver." ”

Li Changan nodded firmly, if it weren't for the fact that he would only be able to make up so much, the number of 100,000 copies was far from enough.

This is closely related to his own life, as long as he can push out "Liang Zhu", it is worth spending as much money as he wants!

Seeing that Li Changan was so determined, the shopkeeper could only draw up a deed.

The deed is meticulous and interlocking, and he is quite friendly to Li Changan.

It shows that the ownership of the script still belongs to Li Qinglian herself, and any additional printing must be approved by her before it can be printed.

After signing the deed, he covered it with a dragon-shaped pattern.

Li Changan paid a deposit of 200 taels first.

"The book can be printed in three days and sent to bookstores all over the country, today is March 17, and the son can come back on March 20." The shopkeeper of the bookstore hugged his fist towards Li Changan.

"Then it will be a lot of trouble for the shopkeeper." Li Changan nodded, "In addition, please ask the shopkeeper to help hang up the notice, so that people can know the script of "Liang Zhu". ”

"This is natural, Xiao Lao'er will arrange for the guy to post it immediately."

"Thank you, shopkeeper." Li Changan hugged his fists and said goodbye.

The bookstore shopkeeper sighed and shook his head, in his opinion, this Li Qinglian son is no different from being crazy.

I want to do it hard, I really think that the words can be sold so easily?

That's a whole thousand taels of silver, what can't you do?

The Cong Bookstore soon received a self-paid printing slip from Dongyue County.

The steward in charge of printing was happy, and smiled at the person next to him, "Another boy who spends money to buy fame." ”

"This kind of person really thinks that if you have money, you can buy everything?"

"Fame can't fool people."

The steward sent the list to his subordinates, "Go ahead, no matter how much you look down on this kind of person, since others have already spent money, you still have to do what needs to be done." ”

There are so many books handled by the bookstore that a business of 100,000 copies can't make any waves.

Unless it's like "Whispering", which sells millions of copies at once.

Otherwise, it will not attract attention at all.

On the way to the academy, Li Changan was still thinking about how to promote "Liang Zhu" as soon as possible.

Time is pressing, and there are only thirteen days left until the end of the month.

When "Liang Zhu" comes out, there will be ten days left.

At the very least, Qinglian Wen Palace must first accumulate a part of the literary qi to be able to withstand the impact of the Taibai Wen Palace's skyrocketing literary qi.

Otherwise, at the end of the month, his life will have to be confessed.

"Everyone else is thinking about how to quickly accumulate the literary atmosphere, but when it comes to me, it is how to make the literary atmosphere less at the end of the month."

Li Changan smiled bitterly.

When he came to the academy, Li Changan went to the seventh floor for the first time.

"Is there a new poem?" Xu Nian asked casually.

Li Changan saluted, "Nothing." ”

"What have you been doing these days?" Xu Nian looked at Li Changan and frowned, "The loss of literary qi is so serious. ”

Li Changan smiled bitterly, "Students practice grammar, that's why they ......."

"Nonsense!" Xu Nian snorted, "Jiupin is only the foundation building stage, and any unnecessary loss of culture must be avoided." ”

"Grammar is not something that should be cultivated in the ninth grade, at least you have to think about it after the eighth grade."

"Yes, the student knows......" Li Changan nodded.

Xu Nian couldn't help but earnestly advise again, "Don't mess around at the Jiupin stage." ”

"Let's go down."

"The ......"

"What else?"

"The words of "Whispering" should have sold two million copies, and the money that the Cong Bookstore said was good, and the deputy head of the building had to help urge it." Li Changan smiled embarrassedly.

Xu Nian glanced at Li Changan strangely, "You are very short of silver?" ”

"It's a little bit."

"Who would have thought that Taibai, who has a thousand words of gold, would be short of silver." Xu Nian couldn't help but shake his head and said, "I'll urge that side later." ”

"Thank you, Deputy Boss." Li Changan was overjoyed and hurriedly saluted.

"It's not worth it, and so much money makes you so happy." Xu Nian waved his hand, "Go ahead." ”

"Gotcha." Li Changan left the seventh floor with a smile on his face.

Back to the table,

Zhou Ziyu came up, "Brother Li, where have you been going to be chic these past few days?" ”

"No, why do you have blood on you?"

Annan leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow, "What?" Where did you go and come back with blood? ”

Zhou Ziyu shook his head, "Brother Li is injured......"

Annan frowned, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously pursed, "What's wrong?" ”

Li Changan shook his head with a smile, "What's the fuss about being injured?" ”

As he spoke, Li Changan suddenly remembered something and looked Annan up and down.

Annan seemed to be particularly fond of "Two Lovesick Songs", so he said,

"I'll give you a gift when the time comes."

Annan's heart was straight hairy, and his fair face was a little more ruddy, "What gift?" ”

"You'll know when the time comes."