He smiled and said, "Miss Bai means to carve it and sell it in the store?"

Yu Qingyao nodded with a smile. She was afraid that her poems would not be good and she would be laughed at, so she refused to say that she wrote the poems herself, and even used a pseudonym when she came out to talk about publishing.

Boss Zhao said, "Can you let me see the poem manuscript first?"

Yu Qingyao took out the poem manuscript and put it on the table, and Wu Zhen took it over to Boss Zhao.

Boss Zhao flipped through it and secretly praised the words first. This word is as beautiful as a flower, and there is a kind of aura in the charm.

After reading a few poems, he was already willing in his heart, and asked with a smile: "Miss Bai, how many copies do you want to print first?"

Yu Qingyao thought about it, she didn't lack money, and printing tens of thousands of copies was just a trivial matter, but she was afraid that the poem would not be good, and it would be widely circulated, but it would not be beautiful. She asked a little weakly: "Three thousand copies, what do you think?"

Boss Zhao nodded with a smile and said, "That's it! I think this poem manuscript is okay, and my club is willing to try it." In this way, at a fixed price, three hundred taels of silver, we will sign the contract. Anyway, I promise to sell this collection to three nearby cities, what do you think?"

Yu Qingyao listened and hesitated. She had never published a book, and when she heard about three hundred taels of silver, she thought it was too cheap.

Seeing that she didn't agree, Boss Zhao was afraid that she would think the price was too high, so he complained: "Miss Bai, I want to find a craftsman to carve with good wood." I also have to go through the relationship and let the shops accept the books, and I also have to take the risk of entrusting people. The price couldn't be lower. ”

Yu Qingyao smiled: "Okay! Then it's decided." ”

She touched three hundred taels of silver tickets from her sleeve and gave them to Boss Zhao on the spot.

When Boss Zhao saw a stack of silver tickets in her hand, he couldn't help but regret that the price was low.

But I thought that the poetry collection was good, and it was written by Miss Li Yi'an. At that time, according to the name of a beautiful lady's manuscript, the sales should be good, and there will be money to be made. He smiled and said, "Miss Bai, there is a draft of the poem next time, you might as well take a look at it again." ”

Yu Qingyao smiled and nodded.

After talking about the publication of the book, the rest has to wait.

If you really want to publish a book, it's not so fast, and when the craftsman carves the template, I'm afraid it will take ten days and half a month. This is still the lack of words in her poems.

Sixty ancient poems, which add up to less than 3,000 words.

Wait for it to be printed, bound into a book, and then shipped to various shops in the city to sell, but I am afraid that it will not be possible in a month. She used Li Yi'an's name, which is known to everyone in China, but who knows when she arrives? The manuscripts of unknown people are put in bookstores, but I am afraid that no one will necessarily buy them. I can't sell a copy in a month. I have to wait for the poetry collection to spread, but I am afraid that it will take another month or two before the outside world reacts.

In this regard, Yu Qingyao had no choice but to go back to the mountain and wait patiently.

Back in Dongshan, Yu Qingyao was restless for a while, suffering from gains and losses, so she had no intention of going back, and took Wuzhen to wander in the mountains.

There is no one in the mountains, the wild warblers are singing, and the mountain flowers are lonely and blooming.

Yu Qingyao walked to a dangerous peak, under the sun, the mountain is divided into yin and yang, and the clouds are pine.

Yu Qingyao suddenly felt lonely in her heart, she took out the piano case, put on the guqin, and played and sang to herself: There is a beautiful woman in the world, living in the empty valley, looking at the city, and then the country. Rather than know the city and the country, it is difficult for a beautiful woman to get ······.

She played casually and sang nonsense, quite a feeling of self-pity and self-harm.

I miss Yu Qingyao, so beautiful, but I was forced to live in seclusion in the mountains, and I couldn't even find a handsome guy I wanted to flirt, which was really pitiful.

After singing, Yu Qingyao sighed melancholy, put away the piano, and flew back to the secluded valley with Wuzhen.

Halfway up the mountainside, Yue Lang heard the ethereal piano sound and singing, and couldn't help but be stupid.

Today, the wind and the sun were beautiful, and he came to the mountains to hunt with a few friends, and suddenly heard this qin and this song, and suddenly he couldn't walk.

After a while, the qin song gradually began to play, and Yue Lang judged that the sound came from the top of the mountain, and rushed up.

The attendant sword shouted, "Childe, where are you going?"

Yue Lang smiled: "I'll go find someone who plays the piano." ”

Several of his friends are good people, and they all smiled and said: "Let's go too, but we want to see who dares to claim to be a peerless beauty." ”

Everyone chased and ran up, and Lao Cheng's entourage persuaded: "Sons, don't go." Where did this beautiful woman come from in the deep mountains and wild forests? I'm afraid it's a demon, so don't go. ”

But the sons refused to listen, and shouted: "There are so many of us, what are we afraid of? It's a monster, and they also captured her and went home." ”

Nearly twenty people, each armed with swords, guns, bows and arrows, rushed up the mountain. The more you go up, the more dangerous the mountain road is, and when you reach the peak, you can only see that the wall stands ten zhang, and there is almost no place to climb.

Yue Langqi asked, "What about people?"

There were many people who were good at tracking them, and they carefully identified the traces and recognized the footprints of two women on the moss marks on the rocks.

The footprints went straight to the dangerous peak.

Everyone looked at the dangerous peak, and they were a little scared.

Without him, looking at it like this, I know that those two women are only afraid that they are not mortals.

How can a mortal woman get to this dangerous peak?

Yu Qingyao and Wu Zhen flew up.

Yue Lang didn't give up, and insisted on climbing up. He ordered his men to rub straw ropes, tie them to stones, and throw them to a tree on a dangerous peak. He followed the rope and climbed up carefully.

Sure enough, he found the woman's footprints again.

The woman's footprints were gone on the edge of the cliff.

Everyone looked at the cliff and took a breath.

A son said: "These two women are not monsters, but they are also Taoist priests." ”

Everyone had this idea. Because, the footprints of the two women only go forward, but they do not go down. They all guessed that the two women were afraid that they were just jumping off the cliff and flying away.

Under the persuasion of everyone, Yue Lang had no choice but to give up and continue to search.

However, Yue Lang did not give up. A few days later, he went into the mountain with four more attendants, and around the peak where the beauty had disappeared, he wandered around, trying to find the valley where the beauty lived in seclusion.

He insisted on searching for three days, and did not go down the mountain at night.

This is also his luck, the demons and ghosts in the nearby mountains are all attracted to Yu Qingyao's place, and they are eaten by Wuzhen as a supper.

Otherwise, if you encounter one casually, I'm afraid that Yue Gongzi will not end well.

By noon on the fourth day, the five of Yue Gongzi were walking in the mountains tiredly, when they suddenly saw a smoke rising in front of them.

Yue Gongzi's spirits perked up and he hurriedly went over there.

Standing on the mountain, he could see that in a bamboo forest, there was an exquisite courtyard. That's where the smoke comes from.

Yue Lang intuitively felt that the beautiful woman he was looking for was in that small courtyard, and he hurriedly ran there.

The attendant stopped him with a pale face and said, "Childe, there is no way into that small courtyard at all, it's very weird, don't go!"

Yue Lang looked at it intently, and the entourage was right, there was really no path to pass. According to common sense, the people who live in that courtyard are probably demons.

Yue Lang's face changed, and when he remembered something, he smiled and said, "Nonsense, have you ever heard that monsters can make fires and cook? We have been in this mountain for three days, and we haven't seen a ghost." So he who dwelleth must be a hermit. ”

When the entourage listened, they also felt that it made sense, and when they saw that Gongzi was in a hurry to run over there again, they had to follow.

With their martial arts, the five of Yue Gongzi jumped all the way, jumped over the rocks that blocked the way, cut off the branches that blocked them, and came to the gate of the small courtyard.

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