After scolding Liu Yanchang, Chen Xiang sat down, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Liu Yanchang is cool, but this can't change the fact that their father and son have nowhere to live now.

But fortunately, Chen Xiang has a lot of insight from later generations, and in the context of this era, it should not be difficult to make some money.

Regardless of ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, all industries that can make money are serving people, and whoever can provide better services will be able to make more money.

Like what:

People can drink good wine, eat better food, live in better houses, drive better cars, in short, anything that can make people experience better, will be sought after by people.

As a traverser, Chen Xiang naturally would not embarrass the traversers, and after thinking about it, he decided to let Liu Yanchang write a book.

Because the investment cost of writing a book is not large, and there is no need to work hard, Chen Xiang is only responsible for the horn, as for writing, it is naturally Liu Yanchang's business.

Liu Yanchang is a scholar, he doesn't distinguish between grains and grains, he is not diligent, he can't do anything else, he is always capable of writing, right?

Otherwise, what is the use of me asking for this father?

As for what to write, Chen Xiang felt that it had to be the Red Mansion.

Although the four famous novels are very famous, but in the Zhao and Song dynasties, the emphasis was on literature and light on martial arts, and the people who were famous outside the Donghua Gate were good men, and Zhu Zigui of the Manchu Dynasty was full of scholars.

In such an environment, I am afraid that not many people will love to write about the Three Kingdoms and the Water Margin, and Journey to the West involves too much, even if Chen Xiang can say it, Liu Yanchang may not be willing to write it.

As for the Red Mansion, there are no such problems at all, it is classic enough, and the men and women, who love each other, are suitable for the current market of Zhao and Song.

As for the content of the Red Mansion, there is no need to worry about this at all, because after crossing over, Chen Xiang found that in addition to the merit system, his memory has also become surprisingly good, and what he has seen and heard in his previous life is all vivid.

When such a thought fell, he said to Liu Yanchang, who was full of sadness on the side:

"Dad, now that my aunt's family can't survive, it's time for our father and son to think of a livelihood."

"Then, paste the lantern and sell it, Dad can write some poems and blessing words on the lantern, which is more or less an entry," Liu Yanchang said.

"Forget about sticking lanterns or something, I've already thought about it, Dad, let's write a book"

"Write, write a book? This, Agarwood, although my father is a scholar, but this book immediately says..."Liu Yanchang looked embarrassed.

"Dad, you think too much, you just buy a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and write down what I said."

Liu Yanchang: ....

..

Liu Yanchang is now completely in the shape of Chen Laogou, not to mention obeying his son, it is completely responsive.

The father and son combined, first took out 300 wen to pay for this room monthly, and then took out 200 wen to pack two meals a day.

As for the remaining more than 1,000 texts, they all bought paper and ink.

Breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, fighting against the water, the success or failure of life and death is all in one fell swoop.

In this way, the father and son went out to buy paper and ink, everything was packed up, and after it was ready, they got up the next day and had dinner.

"Dad, are you ready?"

"Agarwood, dad is ready, come on"

"Dad, then I'm coming"

"Come on, just, don't be too quick at first"

"Don't worry, Dad, I'll take it slowly, wait until you get used to my speed, and then get faster a little bit"

When the words fell, Chen Xiang cleared his throat, and said slowly in a childish voice:

[Ladies and gentlemen, where did you come from with this book? Although it is almost absurd, it is deeply interesting to play.

But it is said that when the Nuwa clan was refining stones to make up for the sky, they were refined into 12 zhang high in the Wuji Cliff of the Great Wilderness Mountain, and 36,500 and 1 stubborn stones were 24 zhang high...]

"Agarwood, what you said, but you want to come yourself?" Liu Yanchang asked puzzled as he wrote.

"Dad, this is what the big banyan tree told me outside Sanhe Village."

"The Great Banyan Tree?"

"Yes, the big banyan tree is good, I go to play in the river, the big banyan tree always tells me stories, what I say, is what the big banyan tree told me"

Liu Yanchang: ...

Thanks to the big banyan tree, I will become a Buddha and an ancestor in the future, and I will enlighten you as an adult!

Chen Xiang was talking to Liu Yanchang, and at the same time thanked the big banyan tree in his heart, without it knowing, it had already taken the blame for Chen Xiang twice, this cause and effect, it can't help but pay it back.

That's it

The father and son did not go out of the door in the room, and the other did not step out, one was lying on the bed and just talking, and the other was lying on the table and was responsible for writing.

One day,

Two days,

Three days,

The full text of Dream of Red Mansions is 120 times, 850,000 words, Liu Yanchang has been reading for many years, and he has been writing in small letters, which is handsome and extraordinary.

I wrote more than 10,000 words in one day, and I had already written it in three days [The fourth time: Bo Mingnu met Bo Minglang, and the gourd monk judged the gourd case].

It's past noon,

Dangdang,

Crunch

There was a knock on the door, the sound of the wooden door of the guest room turning, and the elegant lady walked in with a tray in both hands.

"Liu Gongzi, lunch is coming"

"There's boss Lao," Liu Yanchang got up to greet him.

"What did Liu Gongzi say, it is already an honor for Liu Gongzi to live in a small shop"

"The hostess praised it"

Speaking this kung fu, Liu Yanchang had already put away the manuscript paper on the table in order, and the proprietress put meat and one vegetable on the wooden tray, three dishes and one soup on the table.

Liu Yanchang turned his head, looked at the dishes on the table, was slightly stunned, and then said:

"The proprietress delivered the wrong thing, how can this meal be different from the past?"

Two hundred wen per month, only six or seven wen a day.

In the past, in the morning, there were chaotic noodles or steamed buns or steamed buns, and in the afternoon, rice and side dishes were just a plate of wild vegetables.

Why is there a bowl of soup with meat and vegetables today? Look at the oily soup, there are still a few pieces of white and tender fish.

Smelling the aroma of meat, Liu Yanchang secretly swallowed his saliva, and still reminded the proprietress kindly.

He could not have said it, that is, it was a monthly subscription, and the natural guest would give whatever he ate with the host, but the gentleman did something, did not do something, and the poor and lowly could not change his will, Liu Yanchang, who read poetry and books and practiced the words of the sage, could not do this kind of stealing and trickery.

"That's right, this is for your father and son," the proprietress Ying Ying said with a smile.

"Thank you sister," Chen Xiang ran over from the bed, and as he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks and ate them.

"Agarwood, don't be so rude"

"Hehe, it's okay, it's just that I can't take my sister, if you don't dislike it, call me an aunt, but I don't know what Liu Gongzi thinks"

"This..."

Liu Yanchang looked at his face lined with peach petals, and the golden phoenix silk was piled up. The autumn waves are enchanting, and the proprietress who is slender and charming in spring shoots doesn't know how to answer for a while.

"Otherwise, I'll call my mother directly, but I don't know if you can look down on my father."

Old Dog Chen's words were shocking.

He is not messing with mandarin duck scores, since yesterday the proprietress sent lunch to the shopkeeper, and saw Liu Yanchang writing hard, and had to allow him to read two pages of the content of Dream of Red Mansions.

Today's breakfast is already a big meat bun.