On the fifteenth day of August, the weather is bright, which is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

This day requires family reunion, eating cakes and offering sacrifices to the moon, and drinking a glass of osmanthus wine.

The city is surrounded by the riverside of the palace and the river. Many of them are dressed up carefully.

The girls each made lanterns, but most of them were small, with a large palm, shaped like lotus flowers, fish or birds. They were exposed to the sky because of candlelight, and they were also called a little red. A little red is to be put into the water, drifting along the river, and expressing their wishes.

Children are back in the city.

They held bamboo poles and tied them with bamboo paper into rabbits, peaches, melons, and square shapes. They lit candles that fixed the head of the pole, and then they became lanterns on the head. They waved each other, which was very lively.

Most men, women, young and old stroll on the streets, watching the colorful lights fluttering, and helping relatives and friends. Wherever they are, buy a bowl of osmanthus cake or buy a pot of wine to congratulate each other and celebrate this ancient festival.

There is a young scholar wearing a robe by the wall.

He was looking up at the moon, murmured: "The geese are singing in the river island, and the beautiful lady..."

A half-grown boy in a wide outer robe held a lantern and stopped beside him.

"Brother, do you want a book? New books are released?"

The scholar turned around and frowned slightly: "Why don't I go to the bookstore to buy books?"

“Not there.”

The boy lifted his robe and made many cloth pockets in his robe, and a book was stuffed into each pocket.

"nice one."

The boy handed the book in his hand.

Scholars didn't want to take care of it at first, but when they saw that the seal of the book contained the three words "The Demons' Talk". Is it the latest miscellaneous notes of strange stories?

It's okay to see.

He reached out to turn the page, and immediately saw one of the pictures, and his breathing was about to stop.

The painting is a charming woman leaning against the railing and playing the flute. Her legs are together, revealing her smooth and seductive thighs. She is wearing only a thin shirt, and her pocket is faintly visible.

It turns out to be something like this!

The scholar calmed down and turned two more pages, and this time his lips were even dry.

On another page, there is a girl squeezing her chest with her arms. She was dressed in a mess, with a slender waist and a chest thrust, her eyes were playful, as if she was looking at herself. What's even better is that there was a furry tail behind her.

Fox Demon Girl!

It's so outrageous that I actually teased myself in the book!

I have to buy it and criticize it.

"How much?"

"Constant money."

This price is about the same as that of ordinary scriptures.

The scholar gave the young man Yi Guan and took the book into his pocket. His original mood of watching the moon seemed to have become dull, so he quickly walked towards home.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is the time to read a great book!

The same scene was staged in various parts of Shu County.

The young man holding a lantern hid books in his broad clothes and wandered among scholars from all walks of life. Whenever he saw someone alone or who seemed to have no family, he would go over and ask. When he met some seemingly lonely monsters, he would also pluck up the courage to push books.

...

Shu County was busy during the Mid-Autumn Festival, with some people watching the lanterns, some playing, some looking for a partner, and some waiting anxiously.

In the view of the floating clouds, the atmosphere was solemn.

A plate of osmanthus cakes were placed on the round table in the lobby, but no one cared about it.

Only Elder Yan was alone outside to enjoy the moon.

Bai Yuxiao walked around the lobby, looking uneasy.

The little fox demon Hong Ling on the chair couldn't help but say, "Don't shake back and forth, it will make me feel a headache."

"Let him go."

Chen Gao advised: "I don't know how effective I am. He must be restless, and I'm a little worried."

Wu Qi teased the cat with his fingers, and was the calmest of everyone.

Compared with "Epiphylla Night Stand", "The Legend of the Demons" is more readable and attractive, and there is no reason why it will be worse.

However, this is also his personal opinion. Whether readers in Shu County recognize it or not, they still have to see the results of selling books.

Li Mi opened the debut work of the White Jade Flute "Red Apricot Treasure Mirror" and ate a peach, which was enjoyable to watch.

A young man's voice came from outside: "Master Chen, Master Chen."

Chen Gao stood up suddenly and rushed out quickly.

After a while, he brought back a bag with a happy face: "The thirty-six books of "The Demon-Abstract" I brought today were sold out! It was far more than any previous book sold by the Yin-Yang Bachelor's previous first!"

Bai Yuxiao ran over quickly, looking disbelief: "All sold out? Thirty-six books?"

Chen Gao put the bag in his hand on the table, and suddenly made a clang of gold and stone bumps: "Money won't lie. A single-month money, except for the one-month money given to the group of servants, the remaining thirty-two-month money is 400 yuan, I have counted it."

Li Mi and Hong Ling counted their wallets and confirmed that the money account was the same.

The floating clouds suddenly became festive.

Bai Yuxiao grabbed the osmanthus cake on the table and ate it. She was full of eyebrows and said, "It's sold well, it's sold well!"

Hong Ling also smiled and said, "I'm relieved now."

Chen Gao didn't stop. He thrust the abacus and said, "This money will also cost two cents of money from the painter, the cost of paper and ink oil, the loss of printing equipment and wood carvings... A book that has always been priced can make about five hundred yuan. The net profit tonight is 18 cents."

He glanced at Wu Qi.

Wu Qi understood and then said to Bai Yuxiao: "Now I have a good start, so I can discuss something with you now."

Bai Yuxiao calmed down a little at this time and sat down: "Please speak with Taoist priest."

Wu Qi was serious: "Previously, Qianji Bookstore used a one-manuscript and one-cost payment method to pay the royalties. I discussed with my senior brother and decided to change the method and share the money through the sharing method."

"Simply put, every book is profitable. You and Hong Ling share 20% of the gross profit. In this way, you sell more and earn more."

"It's said that it's the author of the Bookstore. In fact, you also know that the Bookstore is just me and my senior brother, Brother Bai and Hong Ling, and they have been writing books for themselves since then."

Bai Yuxiao was very refreshing: "I am willing, what do you think of Hong Ling?"

"I met the Taoist priest earlier than you."

The fox demon pretended to be angry: "At that time, I was also obsessed with writing books with you. If I had been smarter and had joined the Taoist priest, I wouldn't have to work so hard! A stinky man! I'm lying to write books with you!"

Bai Yuxiao scratched her head.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Of course Wu Qi knew that this was Hong Ling's joke, and her concentration and happiness when discussing the manuscript with Bai Yuxiao cannot be faked.

"Since that's the case, then this matter is finalized."

Chen Gao continued to say, "Now the bookstore is the junior brother, I, Brother Bai, and Miss Hong Ling. Come on, Brother Bai, write it, I will do the packaging and selling books."

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Chen." Bai Yuxiao and Hong Ling bowed.

"But we can't relax tonight."

Chen Gao was energetic and his eyes were glowing: "Everyone, you can only increase the results of the battle by taking advantage of the victory. Tonight we need to discuss and further promote to other prefectures of Jiannan Road. Of course, Shu County still has a lot of room, but opportunities in other places should not be missed."

Everyone was discussing it in full swing, while Li Mi stayed as Wu Qi's representative to participate in the advice.

Wu Qi himself walked out of the Fuyun Pavilion and came to Elder Yan.

Elder Yan was sitting on a chair at this time, looking at the moon in the sky, holding a cup of tea in his hand, looking leisurely.

"Elder, it's Mid-Autumn Festival in Japan. After we did this, we lost the atmosphere and interest." Wu Qi's face apologized.

"No, no, no, that's great."

Elder Yan took a sip of tea: "On Mid-Autumn Festival, as long as people are there. Seeing you so angry, I remembered the time when the Taoist temple was first created. The master and I were also like this. They were worried about money and people, but when they found a way out, they felt happier than anything else."

"You have grown up, Wu Qi."

There was a bit of praise in his eyes: "I am no longer the boy who needs to be protected. Do whatever I want, just do it boldly. The audience and I also explored it all the way."

"There are not many people in Fuyun Temple now, and the future is yours."

Wu Qi turned around and looked at Fuyun Pavilion, and the upper floor was pitch black.

He had sensed it long ago that it was empty and there was no breath.

"Where did the master... go?"

Elder Yan did not avoid this time and whispered: "The master of the Guan family is going to find his way, who knows?"

...

At the same time, Luoyang, the eastern capital thousands of miles away.
To be continued...