"Nope." Li Yong shook his head.

For more than half a month, it is not long, it is not short, with the character of my father, I will definitely send a letter to ask for warmth, and then send some silver tickets, for fear that he will be wronged in Beijing.

But now I haven't received a letter.

Either because his father blamed him for insisting on coming to Beijing to marry the princess, or because the letter was cut off halfway.

There is another possibility.

During the time he left, his father and mother changed their minds, they didn't want to care about him, and maybe they planned to have another one.

"Daddy and mother shouldn't be angry with me about marrying the princess, I didn't receive the letter, and there was a high probability that there was an accident on the way to deliver the letter."

Ren Pingsheng thought so and looked at Li Yong: "Go get paper, ink, pen and inkstone, I want to write a letter to my father." ”

"Yes!"

Li Yong saluted and turned to leave, and after a while, he took pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Ren Pingsheng spread out the fine rice paper, looked at Li Yong and said, "Grinding ink." ”

Li Yong was stunned, a little at a loss.

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng realized that he had never been exposed to pen and ink before, so he studied ink by himself.

After a while, he dipped his pen in ink and began to write.

On the side, Li Yong subconsciously looked over and saw a line of big characters written on the rice paper.

"Dad, mother, play money."

"......" The corners of Li Yong's mouth twitched, speechless.

After writing these four big characters, Ren Pingsheng stopped, admired a few breaths, nodded with satisfaction, and after a pause of a few seconds, he picked up the pen again and wrote down a line of small characters.

"Son, don't read it."

A letter, a total of eight words, folded it and handed it to Li Yong, instructing: "Be sure to send it back to the Zhenbei Palace." ”

"Yes, Shizi!"

Li Yong solemnly took the letter, put it in his arms, and turned to leave.

After he left.

Ren Pingsheng sat alone in a chair and thought about it.

The 10,000 taels of silver that his father gave him have already spent more than half of this time.

The rest of the silver, excluding the food and clothing of him and twenty martial artists, is afraid that there will not be much left in a year.

If his father didn't send a silver ticket within two months, he wouldn't even be able to afford a dowry for marrying his daughter-in-law, let alone refining a few more myelin-washing pills.

"In the next few days, I have to find a way to make money......"

As soon as he thought of this, Ren Pingsheng began to think about how to make money again.

After thinking about it, there are only two ways.

One is to copy a few novels and sell them to the bookstore of Jingshi.

This is a business without a book, as long as there is goods in the stomach, pen, ink, paper and inkstone can be prostituted in the bookstore.

When Ren Pingsheng was an undergraduate, he used to earn living expenses in this way.

In the Great Zhou Jingshi, there were very few entertainment activities for ordinary people, and the script was one of the important ones.

With years of reading experience, Ren Pingsheng can copy out several martial arts novels in their original form.

Not surprisingly, a few thousand taels of silver can be earned.

The second is to cooperate with my aunt to sell pills.

"Eternal Alchemy" records some interesting pills, such as Zhuyan Pill and Xiongfeng Pill.

These pills have a low cost and good effect.

The cost of one tael of silver sells it for a hundred taels, and if there is no competition, you can quickly earn a large sum of silver.

Other means of making money, such as glaze, monosodium glutamate, etc., Ren Pingsheng also thought of it.

But his major in his previous life was useless bioengineering, and the production method of glass and monosodium glutamate was limited to a short video on a certain sound.

I don't know exactly how to do it.

If he could understand this, he would have farmed in the north a long time ago and developed the north into a modern force.

Then again.

The fermentation engineering he learned could be used to make fine wine, but the cost of this thing was too high, and it might not necessarily bring considerable benefits in a short period of time, and on the whole it was still not as good as writing novels and alchemy.

The means of earning money were determined.

Ren Pingsheng used the remaining pen and paper to copy the first half of "The Legend of the White Snake" from memory.

dressed up in disguise, took the first half of "The Legend of the White Snake", and came to a bookstore called Moyunzhai.

After seeing the shopkeeper, he said: "I created a script in my spare time, and I plan to hand it over to Moyunzhai to print and sell, and the proceeds will be divided into three or seven, how about it?" ”

The shopkeeper of Mo Yunzhai is a middle-aged man with a big belly.

He glanced Ren Pingsheng up and down, saw that he had an extraordinary bearing, and knew that he must be from a noble background.

After being silent for a few seconds, he smiled and said, "Childe, can you lend me the script?" ”

"Nature."

Ren Pingsheng nodded and handed over half of "The Legend of the White Snake" to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper reached out and took it, and looked at it casually.

After only looking at it for a while, his expression changed, and he became more and more serious.

At the end, he couldn't wait to turn to the next piece of paper, only to find that it was empty.

"This ......"

The shopkeeper was slightly stunned, subconsciously looked at Ren Pingsheng, and asked a little hurriedly: "Childe, what about the second half of this book?" ”

Ren Pingsheng said lightly: "I haven't written it yet." ”

It's a fake before it is written, and I'm afraid it's true that he doesn't keep his promises.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore naturally understood Ren Pingsheng's concerns, and after thinking for a few seconds, he said solemnly: "I can agree to Gongzi's request, but there is one condition. ”

"Say."

"This book can only be printed and sold by Moyunzhai, and Childe cannot sell it to other bookstores."

"Okay."

Seeing that Ren Pingsheng readily agreed, the shopkeeper smiled, looked at the scholar, and ordered: "Go and get pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." ”

"Got it."

The scholar answered, and quickly took pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The shopkeeper dipped the pen in ink, wrote down the contract, and after drying the ink marks, handed it to Ren Pingsheng: "Please take a look at the son, if there is no problem, we will cooperate according to the contract." ”

Ren Pingsheng took the contract and looked at it from top to bottom, and after a while, he found the problem, frowned, and said: "The three seven points I just said are seven for me and three for you." ”

As soon as this remark came out.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he said eagerly: "Childe, the bookstore has never had such a rule!" In the past, it was 19 percent, the bookstore accounted for 90%, and it was able to give 30% to the son, and it was also the only one to look at the entire Jingshi. ”

"In that case, then I'll go to another bookstore......"

Ren Pingsheng did not hesitate at all, picked up the manuscript of "The Legend of the White Snake" and was about to leave.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper instantly became anxious.

The first half of "The Legend of the White Snake" is the most wonderful book he has read since he took over the bookstore.

As long as it is printed, it will definitely sell well.

Even the fame of Mo Yun Zhai can soar.

If he let other bookstores get it, he will regret it for the rest of his life!

"Childe stays!"

The shopkeeper shouted Ren Pingsheng, as if he had made a difficult decision, gritted his teeth and said: "Thirty-seven points will be divided into three sevens, but if the son has other words in the future, he must also give priority to our Mo Yunzhai." ”

"Okay." Ren Pingsheng handed the manuscript to the shopkeeper and said coldly: "After that, every half a month, I will have someone to take the share of the silver, and the second half of the White Snake Biography will be handed over to you in two months...... I hope we have a happy cooperation. ”

The shopkeeper carefully took the manuscript, gently put it in his arms, and replied: "Don't worry, since you have agreed to Childe's request, Mo Yunzhai will definitely not deduct the remuneration." ”

"Hmm."

Ren Pingsheng nodded coldly, turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly stopped him.

"Childe stays!"

Ren Pingsheng turned his head to look at the shopkeeper, and saw the shopkeeper said curiously: "Can the son reveal a thing or two, did Xu Xian feed the realgar wine to the white lady after that?" ”

“......”

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper of this bookstore is also a book lover.

If I tell you the result, what's the point of this son being out of context?

Ren Pingsheng said lightly: "Two months later, we will see." ”

After saying that, he left in style, leaving the bookstore shopkeeper standing in place, his heart itching unbearably......

The other side.

After Ren Pingsheng walked out of the bookstore, he looked in the direction of Baiyun Temple.

"Next, it's time to talk to my aunt about cooperation."