Nan Ming sat quietly, listening to her describe her understanding of the characters, plots, texts and even ideological themes in an orderly manner. If there were any uncertain parts in the middle, he would add them.
The two of you said one word to me, and it was like meeting a close friend in high mountains and flowing water, and finding a close friend in a colorful cloud chasing the moon. I couldn't stop at all.
Feng Jiayu tried to interrupt several times but couldn't get in. In the end, he had no choice but to add heat to the fire. He took out the seasoning from his purse and sprinkled it on the rabbit and the bird. In the end, he silently grabbed a rabbit leg and gnawed it.
Hey, it’s really hard for a man. Not only do you have to do everything yourself at such a young age, you also have to use a big heart to understand and tolerate others.
After finally waiting for Feng Weihuan to talk until he was very hungry, he finally remembered that there was a child roasting a rabbit next to him.
"Have you eaten it? Is it cooked? Have you washed your hands before eating?"
Feng Jiayu replied weakly: "It's cooked and washed. Don't worry."
"Master Nan, you're welcome, please fill your stomach first."
Feng Jiayu watched helplessly as his aunt handed half of the rabbit to Nanming, and couldn't help but mutter: "I baked it..."
"I know you baked it. Our Xiaoyu is awesome!" Feng Weihuan chuckled and touched Feng Jiayu with the hand that had just broken off the rabbit.
Feng Jiayu's reaction was a little slow, and his greasy hand went to his head.
"Feng Weihuan, take your paws away!" The little guy jumped up with fury, glared angrily at Feng Weihuan, and went to the stream without saying a word.
"You - did it on purpose?" Nan Ming asked softly.
"Of course, aren't children just for bullying? But this one in our family is more difficult to bully, so I can only lose face." Feng Weihuan was in a good mood at this time, and he had a great time chatting with Nanming.
Secondly, I also taught a little lesson to the little guy who brought me to this wilderness.
"The princess is still as naughty as ever." Nan Ming couldn't help laughing.
"That's not entirely true..." Seeing the little guy come back, Feng Weihuan immediately changed the topic and continued the conversation.
"I still have a few ideas for promotion of storybooks. In our country of Yun, there are not many literate people, so no matter how well the storybooks sell, there is an upper limit.
"According to data from the Ministry of Rites, the number of people educated in private schools in Yun State is about 20%, and in the imperial capital it is more, reaching 40%. Shopkeeper He should also have data on the circulation of a certain type of book. Using these two sets of data, it is roughly
Can you calculate the upper limit of sales of a storybook?" Feng Weihuan explained the data calculations with reasonable evidence.
Nanming sat upright and signaled Feng Weihuan to continue.
"Auntie, I'm hungry." Feng Jiayu stared at the half rabbit in Feng Weihuan's hand.
Feng Weihuan handed the rabbit with missing legs to Feng Jiayu and continued: "Master Nan can consider the development of intellectual property rights."
"intellectual property?"
"Well, the storybook is your intellectual property. Literate people can read the book, and illiterate people can listen to the book. The storybook can also be adapted into a play and let people from Liyuan perform it, and so on. If you have good literary talent, change it into a storyteller version.
, the drama version and the song version are not difficult, just sign a document with shopkeeper He."
Feng Weihuan paused and continued: "Any businessman with a vision will not let go of your words. In other words, if you don't do it, someone will soon do it. Instead of letting others make the money,
