Jingshi Shuntianfu.

Xia Yuan stood in front of a bookstore called Ya Zhai, which was the largest bookstore he had discovered along the way, with two floors and an area of surprisingly large area.

After settling down, he took out the manuscript in his arms, pinched it in his hand and walked in, there were many scholars in the book room who came to buy books or read books, sitting or standing, and the shopkeeper was sitting behind the counter and writing something.

Then Xia Yuan walked straight to the counter where the shopkeeper was.

Hearing the footsteps, the shopkeeper raised his head and saw a tall young man coming towards him.

Dressed as a scholar, his face is fair and handsome, and although the clothes on his body are not expensive fabrics, they can be seen to be newly made.

Looking down, he held a rather thick stack of papers in his hand, on which there were dense ink blots.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper immediately understood.

This is to sell book manuscripts.

In these years, many scholars have spent half their lives seeing that the imperial examination is hopeless, but in the end, they find that their limbs are not diligent and they don't know anything, they don't know anything, and they are pure waste.

If you have a little experience, you can only write some novels, and then sell them to make some money to subsidize your family.

However, most of them are middle-aged or elderly, and it is really rare to have a young man like this.

Xia Yuan walked to the counter and didn't speak, the shopkeeper put down the brush and walked out from behind the counter, "Childe is here to sell manuscripts?" Come, please follow the old man to the backroom to talk. ”

The voice is very low, after all, readers have always been thin-skinned, and they always hide when selling manuscripts, and they don't want others to know.

"Oh."

Xia Yuan was stunned, feeling that this scene was like an underground unit, and then he let out a sigh and followed the shopkeeper into the back room.

"Childe, please be seated."

Xia Yuan was not polite, sat down on the chair, and then handed over his novel manuscript, and the shopkeeper didn't say much, holding the manuscript and reading it.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

When he saw the title, the shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said that the name of this book was really straightforward, and then looked down.

Seeing the content, I feel that it is a bit like a storytelling style, half-white and ancient, and then leads to Guo and Yang, mixed with the feelings of the family and country invaded by Hulu, and then to the appearance of Qiu, and the tragedy of Niujia Village in the back.

At this time, the shopkeeper's slightly frowning brows have already stretched, although this way of writing is not suitable at first glance, but it is not jerky to read, and it feels very comfortable and smooth after reading more.

Unconsciously page by page.

Guo Xiaotian died in order to cover his brother's escape and fight, Yang Tiexin resolutely abandoned his wife who was already pregnant with Liujia in order to save his sister-in-law, and his death and life were unknown after being seriously injured.

This paragraph is extremely seductive, and it may be commonplace for people who are used to reading online novels in later generations, and even a little poisonous, but it is in line with the values of this era, and this kind of brotherhood makes people suddenly feel a blood stirring in their chests when they read it.

When the shopkeeper read this, he felt proud and lamented for the sworn brothers.

And the wives of the two righteous men survived, and each of them conceived a child, which at the same time makes people feel sorry for the characters in the book.

When the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan and Qiu Chuji fought in the novel, they made an eighteen-year covenant, and the description of those martial arts moves made the shopkeeper's eyes shine, and the hand that had been holding his beard just now stopped for a while, and then turned down, it was Guo Jing who rescued Jebe, and then led Temujin to appear.

I want to turn it over again, but it's gone.

The shopkeeper twisted the paper in his hand with some unbelief and wanted to see if there were still a few pieces of paper stuck to the back, but it was indeed gone.

This feeling of not being up or down made him extremely uncomfortable, and he wondered what Temujin would do with this little Guo Jing, with the temperament of the famous Genghis Khan, I am afraid that this matter will not be good.

But it's gone.

People in this era write books, and they all take them to the bookstore to sell after they finish writing, how can they take them halfway through writing like this, and return Nima to such a place.

This is the shopkeeper who doesn't know how to describe this situation, if it is placed in a few hundred years, he will definitely scold: fuck, out of chapter dog!

The shopkeeper put down the manuscript unsatisfied, and couldn't help asking: "Childe, then Guo Jing has hated Temujin, I'm afraid he will be killed by Temujin who is angry, right?" ”

Seeing the shopkeeper before, Xia Yuan was not polite, just like in his own home, he picked up the teapot and poured tea for himself cup by cup, heard the inquiry, drank the warm tea in the teacup, but did not answer the other party's question, but asked rhetorically: "Shopkeeper, what do you think of my manuscript, how many silver taels can it be sold?" ”

The shopkeeper was stunned, and said in his heart that this young man was as straightforward as the book he wrote.

He has received countless readers who have come to sell manuscripts, but he has never seen such a bargain for money.

Scholars don't bother to talk about this, that is, they want to sell more silver in their hearts, but they can't erase this face, and many people even don't talk about silver taels, they have to wait for a few times in the store before leaving, and they don't know what they are turning.

Then I wrapped more than ten or twenty taels of silver with a red cloth, laughed and talked about the assets of the pen, please laugh, people pushed and shoved, and finally accepted it with a red face.

This kind of person who came up to ask the price, gave him a little bit of the hour, stunned for a while, the shopkeeper coughed lightly, looked down at the manuscript in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "This, how the old man's book is not praised, but this way of writing is quite novel, and it does not match all kinds of books nowadays, according to the old man's opinion, it may not be able to sell much, so ....."

Speaking of this, the shopkeeper gritted his teeth, as if he had made a lot of determination, "Since the son is here, the old man can't refuse people, and the old man is willing to bid ten taels to buy the manuscript of the son." ”

After finishing speaking, the shopkeeper stroked his beard lightly, and confidently waited for Xia Yuan to nod and agree.

He knew that this young man was a scholar, and he hardly went out much, only knowing that the cat was dying at home and studying, and he didn't know much about some prices.

Just now I came up and asked the selling price, maybe I was in a hurry to use the money, and I didn't necessarily know the market.

What's more, readers are all face-saving, and if they quote the price themselves, even if the other party is not satisfied, they can't do anything to bargain.

The shopkeeper thought very well, but unfortunately Xia Yuan was not a face-saving person, and he didn't bargain, he directly dragged the manuscript over and put it in his arms, got up and prepared to go out, "Farewell, I'll go to another house to ask." ”

In his last life, he watched martial arts biography, and Lu Xiucai sold a novel for 100,000 taels of silver.

Of course, this price is obviously nonsense, he wants to sell it for 100,000 taels, but unfortunately there is no pillow at home that can make him daydream.

But ten taels of silver is low.

As we all know, there is a process for buying things, and when the price is not negotiable, there is always such a trick, and the word is decided.

Drop a sentence, boss, you are busy, I will go to another house to have a look, and then turn around and walk out, basically, after a few seconds, the boss will go over and grab you.

This trick is applicable in ancient and modern times, and both buyers and sellers know it.

Obviously, the Ming Dynasty also had this kind of trick, but the shopkeeper found that this person seemed to be real, not playing the word escape.

When he walked out, he didn't have any nostalgia, and the shopkeeper couldn't help but be anxious, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Xia Yuan's sleeve, "Eh, son, stay here." ”

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