Coming out of the bookstore, Xia Yuan was carrying a bulging bag of silver in his arms, with a beautiful expression, and Wang Shouren, who was following him, looked thoughtful.

After thinking about it again and again, he couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, the disciple has a doubt. ”

"What?"

For the sake of making a lot of money today, Xia Yuan was in a good mood and decided to ask this guy if he had any questions, of course, it would not be necessary if he didn't answer.

"Why is it so profitable to write a script?"

“... Do you want to write too? ”

Wang Shouren was silent for a while, then nodded and admitted, "The disciple does have this idea. ”

When he saw Xia Yuan use a thick stack of manuscripts to sell them for one hundred and eighty taels of silver, he was shocked.

If it was before, the shock would be shock, but he would never have come up with this plan to earn this money, after all, he is very busy, and he has to think about life and philosophy.

How can you do this?

But now it is different from the past, he was swept out of the house by his father, and he was very poor.

What's more, now he relies on his teacher for food and shelter, which makes him very ashamed.

Hearing him admit it, Xia Yuan couldn't help but pause, and said in shock: "How can you have such an idea? ”

"Students want to make money out of it."

"Oh, that's a coincidence, writing a script doesn't make money at all, you think it's all your illusion, if you don't believe me, I'll settle accounts with you.

There is a scholar who wants to write a book of 100,000 words, first of all, he needs to conceive, this takes time, right? Let's count it as two months.

And writing takes time, and this time can be as short as months, or even a year.

When he spends all this time writing out the book and taking it to the bookstore to sell, he can probably sell it for more than ten or twenty taels of silver, just count it as twenty taels, spend a year, and earn less than two taels of silver a month, do you think you still make money now? ”

Without waiting for Wang Shouren to answer, Xia Yuan said to himself: "Isn't it not profitable at all?" ”

"But the teacher is just that..."

"The number of words I wrote is a lot, the whole book is a million words, and I write it well, everyone loves to read it, it is today's popular book, you go to those teahouses and taverns to see, all of them are talking about my book."

Xia Yuan boasted, and said in a serious tone at the end: "So you quickly dispel this unrealistic idea, don't even think about it."

You are a person who does great things, and you are destined to become the most beautiful boy in the Ming Dynasty, and writing a script is not something you should do.

Concentrate on what you want to think about, and go in that direction with your head held high, and stride forward, that's the most important thing you should do, you know? ”

“.......”

Wang Shouren was silent, he didn't expect that his evaluation in his teacher's heart would be so high, although he didn't understand what the most beautiful boy meant, but he understood doing great things.

And what touched him even more were the words that followed.

Think about what you want to think about, and walk firmly in this direction, with your head held high, and stride forward.

Growing up, no one ever said anything like this to him.

All his thoughts, all his feelings, all he encountered, all he suffered were doubts, and he was even kicked out of the house by his father for this.

Wang Shouren is really an extremely strong person, he can treat other people's doubts without care, and he can still be calm after being swept out of the house by his father.

But when he first felt the feeling of being affirmed, supported, and trusted, he felt that his nose was inexplicably a little sour.

Wang Shouren sniffed hard, solemnly cleaned up his clothes, and shook himself towards Xia Yuan to the end, then straightened up, and said solemnly: "What the teacher said, students remember!" ”

Seeing that he finally dispelled the idea of writing a script, Xia Yuan breathed a sigh of relief silently, you are a person who wants to be a sage, what kind of job do you have to grab from us who write novels?

Oh, I almost forgot, he's poor now.

Thinking of this, Xia Yuan put his hand into his arms expressionlessly, and took out a very large money bag, speaking of which, this kind of clothes with wide robes and big sleeves in ancient times are really beneficial, and one of them is the special load.

When he opened the money bag, there was a long strip of gold, which was ten taels of gold, and four silver ingots of twenty taels, and a little trivial silver taels.

Now the silver is hot in his chest.

It's a pity to pay filial piety to this guy.

Damn, people really can't be too kind.

Gritting his teeth, Xia Yuan took out a silver ingot from it with his distress, hesitated, gritted his teeth again, took out one again, closed his eyes and handed it over, "Here, take it!" Let's live in Kyori with this money. ”

"Teacher, students don't."

"If you want to take it, you will take it! Hurry up, be careful I don't give it for a while. ”

"Teacher...."

Wang Shouren was moved again, as soon as he saw Xia Yuan's distressed look, he knew that he didn't want to give it to him, but for the sake of his own disciple, but...

"Well, the two in front, stand still and don't move!"

Just thinking about it, a loud shout came from behind him, especially the one, which shocked Xia Yuan's heart suddenly, "If you don't take it quickly, you will say that your wealth will not be exposed, this must be a robbery." ”

He put the silver back without saying anything, and fastened the money bag with lightning speed, and then put the money bag in his arms.

After doing all this, Xia Yuan was about to run away, but he heard Wang Shouren say calmly: "Teacher, the student doesn't think it's like a robbery. ”

"It's not a robbery, you didn't hear everyone say...", Xia Yuan subconsciously glanced back, the words in his mouth stopped, and then said thoughtfully: "I don't think so." ”

Absolutely not, how can there be such a combination of robbers.

The first to lead was a young man, a few steps behind him followed by a sturdy man, and then there was a middle-aged man with a white face and beard, although he fell a little far, but he should also be part of their gang.

After seeing that young man, Xia Yuan was already convinced, this kid was dressed like a dog, and at first glance, he was either rich or expensive, and he was definitely not robbed, and it was almost the same as being robbed.

After a few breaths, the young man who was leading the way ran to the front, Zhu Houzhao's cheeks were flushed, he bent over, held his knees with both hands and gasped, and waited until the sturdy man came up, and then he asked breathlessly: "Yes, yes, which one?" ”

The man was also panting, but when he heard the question, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Xia Yuan, "Yes, it's this." ”

"No, who are you?"

"You, you wait first..."

Zhu Houzhao waved his hand, held his knee and gasped a few more times, "I, let me ask you, did you write the Legend of the Condor Heroes?" ”

Xia Yuan was stunned for a moment, "Yes." ”

"That's right."

Zhu Houzhao nodded again and again, and then took a big breath, then straightened up and saluted: "Master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship!" ”

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