I remember that when Ling Yun angrily handed the copied book back to his boss, the boss flipped through it casually and became furious.
If I hadn't seen that he was young, I might have been unable to help but curse him. Although I didn't scold him, I didn't give him a good look at the same time.
Later, he was not asked to compensate for the losses, but he was no longer asked to copy books.
Ling Yun was very willing upon hearing this. This was a rare opportunity to practice calligraphy.
After writing a book, he found that not only could he feel calm, but his writing skills had also improved a bit.
Moreover, just the money saved on paper and ink also made him excited.
Ling Yun was able to win the slightest bit of sympathy from his boss by talking nice things and doing the hard work with sincerity.
However, he put down his harsh words. If the same thing happens again this time, nothing will do.
Ling Yun repeated his assurances before gaining his slightest bit of trust again.
Later, when Ling Yun handed him the second copy of the book, the bookstore owner looked at it repeatedly.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I found that it was indeed neat and tidy, with no traces of alteration or ink contamination.
The two of them went back and forth, and gradually became familiar with each other.
When the bookstore owner saw that he was young and learned that he was a student of Jingshan Academy, he decisively raised his salary to the highest level.
He was given 200 essays per thousand words. Although it was not much, it was obvious that this number was not the reward that Ling Yun, a young boy with an inexperienced writer, deserved. Ling Yun was filled with emotion.
"Why are you here today? Have you copied the book?" Bookstore owner Zhang Haixia looked at him and smiled.
"Uncle Zhang, you have indeed copied it." Ling Yun bowed politely and returned the copied book to him.
Zhang Haixia didn't even look at it, she just put it away, settled the reward to him, and said, "Take a look at it to see if there is any mistake in the calculation."
Ling Yun just smiled and put the money into his pocket without counting it. It was obvious that the two of them trusted each other.
"This is the book to be copied this time." Zhang Haixia handed a book to him.
Ling Yun waved his hand but did not answer it.
Zhang Haixia looked at him questioningly.
"Uncle Zhang, let's leave the copying of books later. The main reason I'm here today is to ask you something." Ling Yun looked at him and said seriously.
"Oh? You kid, let's talk about it first." Zhang Haixia was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile.
"That's right, I wrote a storybook myself. Do you think I can sell it on your side?"
Suddenly, Zhang Haixia was startled, exhaled a short and spasmodic breath, and stood still as if taking root.
Zhang Wenxia was really shocked by Ling Yun's words. He had been running a bookstore for some years.
There are countless people who have written books, but I have never seen anyone write a book at such a young age.
"What did you say?" Zhang Haixia looked at him in disbelief, wanting to confirm again whether she had heard something wrong.
"Uncle Zhang, I wrote a story book here. Can you see if I can sell it on your side?" Ling Yun repeated again, looking at him expectantly.
"Oh, okay, okay, let me see what book your kid has written." Zhang Haixia confirmed that she heard correctly, her eyes narrowed, and her face was full of joy.
"Come here, let Uncle Zhang see what kind of elegant work you have produced." Zhang Haixia walked forward with a smile.
"Just write randomly and see if you can sell it." Ling Yun suddenly became shy when he saw him praising himself so much.
"You wrote this?" Zhang Haixia turned over the Three Kingdoms that Ling Yun handed him. The more she turned over it, the more she liked it, and the more she looked at it, the more shocked she became.
The more I think about it, the more strange it becomes. How could he write such a beautiful novel at such a young age?
Incredibly, he stared at Ling Yun, wanting to see another answer on his face.
"Yes, Uncle Zhang, is there something wrong with the novel?" Ling Yun knew exactly what he was shocked about, but in order to prevent him from being suspicious, he looked at him calmly with clear eyes.
"No, no, no, how did you come up with this story?"
Especially the phrase that the general trend of the world must be united if divided for a long time, and united for a long time, it all symbolizes the evolution of history, which made him see something new and surprised.
The beginning was the Three Kingdoms in Taoyuan. Zhang Haixia couldn't put it down when she saw the exquisite Three Kingdoms.
"Uncle Zhang, what do you think?" Ling Yun asked tentatively.
"Yes, yes, it's such a pity. Don't worry, you can leave this book here with me, and I'll pay you fifty-five cents, not four or six cents, but six to you and four to me, how about that?"
Zhang Haixia held Ling Yun's shoulders tightly with both hands and looked at him expectantly. Ling Yun could clearly feel that his fingers were trembling slightly and even his breathing was getting heavier.
"Uncle Zhang, please don't get excited." Ling Yun was so painful from his grasp that he had no choice but to shrug.
Zhang Haixia, who realized that she was a little abrupt, smiled awkwardly, "Ah ha, nephew Ling, don't mind, Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang is a little excited."
The excited Zhang Haixia even called Ling Yun affectionately, which proved the importance of the Three Kingdoms novel written by Ling Yun in his hand.
"Uncle Zhang, please don't get excited. Since I came to you, I just wanted to sell this book to you." Ling Yun said slowly.
"You kid, I'm still thinking about you, Uncle Zhang, and it's not in vain that Uncle Zhang has been kind to you for more than a year." Hearing this, Zhang Haixia felt relieved, patted Ling Yun's shoulder lightly, and laughed.
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"How many words have you written in this book now?" Zhang Haixia then returned to the topic of the book Three Kingdoms.
"The university has about 50,000 words." As he spoke, Ling Yun put down the small schoolbag on his shoulder and took out the manuscript on the Three Kingdoms that he had written in the past few days.
Zhang Haixia watched helplessly as he opened his schoolbag. As soon as he reached out and took it out, he couldn't wait to grab it.
As he flipped through the pages, he laughed and said, "Why did you write so little?"
"You are stupid, it took you half a month to write this." Ling Yun shook his head and sighed.
"Ah, no, no, that's not what Uncle Zhang meant. Uncle Zhang thinks it's such a good novel that it's a pity that he only wrote so much. See if you can spend more time on it." Zhang Haixia curled her lips and apologized repeatedly.
, for fear that his words would hurt him.
"Uncle Zhang, it's not because I don't want to write it. It's really this novel that gives me a headache. I've been thinking about it for more than half a month. I've really tried my best to write so much."
The higher Ling Yun talks about the time cost of this novel, the more Zhang Haixia will pay attention to it.
If he told the truth, he wrote so much in less than two days, and he probably wouldn't be able to sell it for much money.
The rarer it is, the more precious it is.
"Hey, it's such a pity. If I could write 10,000 words a day, I'd probably make a lot of money from this book." Zhang Haixia sighed slightly, feeling disappointed in her heart.
"But there are advantages to having less. Let's keep this book here with Uncle Zhang. When Uncle Zhang sells it, we will split the account between us. Just like before, we will settle the book every half month. What do you think?" Zhang Haixia looked at it.