led Zhang Fatzi into the house, Feng Yuan went into the bedroom and took out the novel manuscript he had written last night and handed it to Zhang Fatzi.

"Look at this, the novel I wrote, you can see if it's good!" Feng Yuan looked at Zhang Fatzi and said.

Zhang Fatzi stretched out his hand to take it, looked at the thick stack of manuscripts, and looked at Feng Yuan incredulously: "You won't tell me that you wrote so much last night, right?"

"Of course not!"

"I said, you can't write that much in one night. ”

"It's less than two and a half hours to write!" Feng Yuan said slowly.

Zhang Fatzi: "......"

Immediately Zhang Fatzi sat down, took the manuscript and read it page by page, the more he read, the more energetic he became, 20,000 words was not much, and he finished reading it quickly, Zhang Fatzi looked at Feng Yuan with a look of intentness and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"No, how is it, is it pretty?"

"It's good-looking, it's very good-looking, it's easy to understand, it looks comfortable, and the ideas are just wild, the things in it are so novel, I've never heard of it, how did you come up with it, where did the protagonist fly in the coffin, tell me quickly!"

Zhang Fatzi grabbed Lu Yan's hand and asked excitedly.

As soon as Feng Yuan saw Zhang Fatzi's appearance, he knew that he was stable, and looked at Zhang Fatzi and smiled: "I want to know the plot behind?"

"Yes, yes!" Zhang Fatzi nodded repeatedly.

"Really want to know?"

"Yes!"

"Want to know?"

"I really want to think about it!"

"In that case, then...... Just think about it slowly!"

Zhang Fatzi: "......"

"Hey, hey!"

Feng Yuan stretched out his hand to put the manuscript away, looked at Zhang Fatzi and said, "Let's go, let's go out of the book!"

"Wait, Feng Yuan, tell me, what is the plot behind, don't be appetizing, it's very uncomfortable ......!"

......

In addition to the door, after having breakfast, Feng Yuan and Zhang Fatzi came to the side of Book Street, which is only two streets away from where Feng Yuan lives, very close, just a few steps away.

It's about nine o'clock in the morning, and at this time of year, the streets are full of showmen setting up bookstalls, helping people write and paint, and earn some money to support their families, but today the two of them didn't see any of them on the street, which is very strange.

"Why doesn't anyone set up a bookstall anymore?" Feng Yuan asked as he looked at Zhang Fatzi.

"Don't you know, after the fire of "Legend of Xianyuan", everyone went to write novels, and they didn't have the heart to set up a stall, they all wanted to be popular, and they didn't have to worry about food and clothing!"

Zhang Fatzi looked at Feng Yuandao.

"Oh, I see!" Feng Yuan nodded, I didn't expect it to be so crazy, but also, the same is true of the online novel in the previous life, a person is popular, and a large number of people run to write one after another, all wanting to make a fortune, but I don't know, once it will be successful, ten thousand bones will wither, these people only see the red one, and they don't see how many bones lie under the feet of the red person.

While talking, the two of them had already come to the Hanlin Bookstore in the middle of Shufang Street, and before they entered, they saw a group of Xiucai standing at the door, holding articles in their hands and queuing at the door, as many as dozens of people.

"Look, these people are showing the novel to the bookstore owner, hoping to publish it and become a big hit!" Zhang Fatzi pointed to the people in line and looked at Feng Yuandao.

"It's really spectacular!" Feng Yuan looked at these people and said secretly, and then he also stepped forward and lined up at the back of the line.

Inside the bookstore, Wang Lin, the owner of the bookstore, was crossing Erlang's legs, drinking tea, leisurely looking at the manuscripts handed by these Xiucai, and several Xiucai next to him were still smiling, groveling to massage Wang Lin's legs, with a flattering look.

Because they all hoped that Wang Lin would be able to read his book and publish it, it would become popular and make a lot of money, so he became the owner's free masseur.

However, the shopkeeper read one article after another, but he was not very satisfied, and shook his head, every time he shook his head, he was accompanied by a show of helplessness to leave, and the scene looked extremely cruel.

"Cut, these people, the level is not as good as mine, and they are still trying to write novels to become popular and make a fortune, it's really beyond my strength!" Zhang Fatzi looked at these showmen and said disdainfully, and then looked at Feng Yuan and said: "Feng Yuan, yours must be good, better than the "Legend of Xianyuan", it must be popular, wait for us to eat a chicken leg to celebrate!"

"You mainly want to eat chicken legs, right?" Feng Yuan said with a smile as he looked at Fat Zhang.

"No, what I said is true, the sky can see, eating chicken legs is incidental, it doesn't matter if you eat it or not, the main thing is to say that you write well!"

"Oh, in that case, then don't eat chicken legs, okay?"

"Ahem...... It's better to eat it, anyway, you must be red, right, be kind to yourself, stay up late to write a book, the physical strain is very serious, how can you not eat a chicken leg to make up for it!"

Zhang Fatzi looked at Feng Yuan and said with a blushing face.

Feng Yuan forced Zhang Fat to death with a fierce look: "It's all fat like this, and you still eat!"

"I have a fattening physique, ancestral, from generation to generation, drinking water is fat, in this case, and don't indulge and have a good time, right?" Zhang Fatzi looked at Feng Yuan and said with a smile.

"Sooner or later, you'll die on eating!" Feng Yuan said with a blank look.

The two chatted with each other, and after almost an hour or so, it was finally Feng Yuan, who hurriedly took the manuscript and walked towards Wang Lin.

"Feng Xiucai, you also write novels?" Wang Lin knew Feng Yuan, because Feng Yuan often read books for free here and was often kicked out.

"Hehe, shopkeeper Wang, you are tired, look at what I wrote about this. ”

Feng Yuan looked at Wang Lin and said with a smile, and stretched out his hand to hand over the manuscript.

"Shopkeeper Wang, let me tell you, Feng Yuan's writing is absolutely wonderful, I was addicted to it just now, you must buy it and publish a book!"

"Well, I have my own judgment!" Wang Lin nodded, stretched out his hand and pointed to his shoulder, Zhang Fatzi hurriedly stepped forward to help massage it, and at the same time motioned for Feng Yuan to step forward as well.

Feng Yuancai didn't want to, as if he didn't see it, he stared at the face of the shopkeeper Wang.

Wang Lin looked at the book written by Feng Yuan, the more he read it, the more energetic he became, and when he saw the back, he was excited, patted his thigh, looked at Feng Yuan and said, "Okay, very good, this is very well written, I bought it!"

"Great, Feng Yuan, I'll just say you're fine, you must be red, wait for us to eat chicken legs and celebrate!"

Feng Yuan stretched out his hand and pushed Zhang Fatzi away, looked at the shopkeeper Wang and said, "Shopkeeper Wang, how much do you plan to buy?"

Shopkeeper Wang looked at Feng Yuan, stretched out a finger and said, "One or two silver, the back is well written, I'll add money to you!"

"Get rich, get rich, Feng Yuan, we can buy a lot of chicken legs!" Zhang Fatzi said excitedly.

"Foodie, go aside!" Feng Yuan stretched out his hand and pushed Zhang Fatzi away, then reached out and took the manuscript back from Wang Lin's hand, looked at Wang Lin and said, "Shopkeeper Wang, one or two silver is too low!"

"Feng Xiucai, a tael of silver is a lot, I can take the risk, if I can't sell it, I will lose a few taels!"

"Hehe, shopkeeper Wang, whether I sell this book or not, I think you should know very well in your heart that it is absolutely impossible to sell one or two pieces of silver!" Feng Yuan looked at Wang Lin and smiled.

Wang Lin looked at Feng Yuan, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Okay, then how about I add another hundred yuan to you?"

"No, at least fifty taels!"

"What! Fifty taels, you're crazy!" Wang Lin listened to Feng Yuan's words, and suddenly became angry, "I still look at the old acquaintance for the sake of an old acquaintance, otherwise I will give you a maximum of five hundred dollars, don't be dissatisfied, go somewhere else, you can't sell it for a hundred yuan!"

"That's right, Feng Yuan, a tael of silver is a lot, a lot...... Where's the chicken legs!" Zhang Fatzi looked at Feng Yuan and whispered.

Feng Yuan didn't bother to look at Zhang Fatzi, looked at Wang Lin and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, shopkeeper Wang, then bother!"

After speaking, Feng Yuan walked outside.

"Hey, don't go, Feng Yuan!" Zhang Fatzi hurriedly followed.

Wang Lin didn't stop him behind his back, because he knew that Feng Yuan would come back later, and he would beg him, because in the entire book street, his bookstore could print books, and there was no other home, and Feng Yuan had no place to sell them.