Jia Chen walked out of the house and walked forward along Rongning Street.

Towards the evening, Shenjing City is still bustling with people coming and going.

Several green buildings in the downtown area have begun to open for business, upstairs with red sleeves, warblers and swallows, and downstairs in front of the door standing a few mothers-in-law and little two.

Six or seven Yao sisters with heavy makeup stood against the railing, and when they saw Jia Chen, their eyes lit up.

"This little doll is really handsome, it's the first time I've seen such a handsome child."

"It's a pity that it's just a child, otherwise, I would have liked to spend the Spring Festival with him."

"Then you will hold on for a few more years, and when this child grows up, your little prodigal hoof will be able to get what he wants."

"Look at this child's simple dress, he doesn't look like the son of a high-ranking official and nobleman, he may really need to pay the money upside down."

......

Listening to the laughter and discussion of these flower girls, the corners of Jia Chen's lips raised slightly, he hadn't had time to buy a few decent clothes, and now he was still wearing the same white coarse cloth straight jacket as before.

With the surging flow of people, Jia Chen walked to the door of a bookstore.

On the door of the library hangs a plaque with gold characters on a black background, with four big characters on it - Historical Records Study.

The guy at the door glanced at Jia Chen and found that he was dressed simply, a touch of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he didn't even say hello.

In this era, the cultural penetration rate is not high, and productivity is low, resulting in high prices for books, which are not affordable for everyone.

Jia Chen was dressed shabby, and he was not a rich man at first glance, and it was estimated that he was just coming to the library to have a look, and he might not be able to afford it, so the guy was too lazy to take care of it.

In any era, there are people who have a bad attitude towards you, simply because you have no social status and use value.

Jia Chen didn't bother to look at this guy, he was just a slave who looked down on people with dogs' eyes, he just needed to treat him as a watchdog, and he didn't have to be angry for this kind of goods.

Walking into the study, I saw a middle-aged shopkeeper with a mustache standing behind the counter.

He raised his head and glanced at Jia Chen, his gaze lingered on Jia Chen's clothes for a moment, then he withdrew his gaze and continued to crackle.

"Is this being ignored?"

Jia Chen turned around and left.

"What book do you want to buy, little brother?" The lazy greeting of the mustachioed shopkeeper suddenly sounded behind him.

Jia Chen paused, looked back at the mustache, and said lightly:

"I'm not here to buy a book, I've written a book, and I want to ask you how much honorarium you're willing to give?"

The mustache was slightly stunned, he originally thought that Jia Chen couldn't even afford a book, but he didn't expect that people were not here to buy books at all, but an author.

The word "author" comes from the "Book of Rites and Music Records" compiled by Dai Shengsuo, a scholar of Western Han Dynasty rites:

"The author is holy, and the narrator is clear."

The meaning is: The person who writes and expounds the text is really holy and wise.

In this era, different from the era of the flood of Internet literature in later generations, there are still very few people who can write books and speak, and authors are a very respected profession.

In the later generations when online literature was prosperous and the involution was serious, some online writers were ridiculed by readers as eunuchs, pit gods, and the chief of the inner house......

But in the Great Zhou, the author was at most jokingly called a "poor and sour literati".

Now, in the eyes of the mustache shopkeeper, Jia Chen is a poor and sour literati.

Although he was dressed in a shady manner, he was a literati after all, and in this era, literati were still relatively respected.

The mustache put on a smiling face and asked:

"Little brother, what book have you written? Can you show me? ”

Jia Chen took out the "Four Teachings of Liaofan" from the bag, because there were more than 11,600 words, Jia Chen wrote a total of more than 20 sheets, but he only showed the first page to the mustache to prevent the other party from plagiarizing the whole text.

The mustache took it, his eyes swept over the lines of text, the eyes in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he read it unconsciously when he saw it:

"Man is not unintentional. In the end, it is applied by yin and yang. Anderson countless. But only mortals are numbered. A very good man. The number is fixed and he is uncertain. The most wicked man. The number is also uncertain. Thou hast been reckoned by him for twenty years, and thou hast not turned a single bit. Aren't they ordinary people? ”

The meaning of this passage is:

If people can't reach the realm of unintentionality, they will inevitably be controlled by the number of yin and yang qi, how can there be no fixed number?

But only ordinary people have a fixed number, and the fixed number of extremely good people cannot restrain him, and the fixed number of extremely evil people cannot restrain him.

Everything you have done in the past twenty years has been calculated clearly, and you have not changed in the slightest, are you not an ordinary man?

The mustache had already read the last word of the first page.

He asked meaningfully:

"What's written in the back? Can you show me? ”

Jia Chen smiled:

"I show you the first page, so that you can try to read the quality of the content, so as to talk about the honorarium, and the rest needs to be kept secret, so I can't show it to you for the time being."

The mustache smiled slyly:

"I understand the rules, but I only read the first page, and I can't judge the quality of the manuscript, so I asked the little brother to read all the manuscripts to me to facilitate pricing."

Jia Chen snatched the first page of the manuscript from the mustache's hand and sneered:

"It seems that my manuscript has not entered the eyes of the shopkeeper, since the shopkeeper is not sincere, then I can only ask another one."

As he spoke, he lifted his feet and walked out the door.

Unexpectedly, the mustache suddenly roared:

"Someone, stop him!"

As soon as the words fell, the guy outside the door rushed in.

At the same time, the curtain behind the counter was lifted, and six strong men with big shoulders and round waists rushed out from inside, each carrying a whistle stick in his hand, and blocked Jia Chen's way violently.

Jia Chen stood high-spirited, stared at these fierce strong men, and said coldly:

"What's the matter? Are you trying to rob? ”

The mustache smiled weirdly:

"We don't lack money, we don't need to rob money, you just need to keep all the manuscripts obediently, and I can let you go."

Jia Chen laughed angrily:

"I've never seen anyone as brazen as you, and you robbed my manuscript just to engrave and sell it for money? even kept saying that he wouldn't rob money, he was simply faceless and skinless, and he opened his eyes and said nonsense! ”

The mustache was annoyed and angry, blew his beard and glared:

"Sharp-toothed boy, since you don't want to be honest, then don't blame me for being unkind, come and take his manuscript over!"

A strong man smiled and stretched out his fan-sized palm and grabbed the manuscript in Jia Chen's hand.

Jia Chen reached out his left hand like lightning, grabbed the four fingers of the strong man, and twisted them in the direction of the reverse joint.

"Quack!"

"Oops!"

With the crisp sound of a broken joint, the strong man let out a terrible howl.

The mustache was anxious when he landed, and he gritted his teeth and said sharply:

"Up! Give Lao Tzu a hard beating! ”

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a milky female voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Who do you want to beat?" I'm going to see fights! ”

Jia Chen followed the prestige, and saw a five or six-year-old chubby girl running in with short legs.