Su Qian had no choice but to blame Xu Qinghui for having too many people.
It's okay if you know how to do it, and you're still good at it.
Su Qian wasn't too interested in how good he was at writing poems, but the story he wrote this time was so good. If he stopped writing because he wasn't satisfied with the price given by the boss, what would Su Qian see?
Yesterday, I felt really bad because my attack was a bit harsh. I can't force him to write a story this time, right?
It would be too unreasonable to do so.
Fortunately, because Su Qian didn't have much money to spend on weekdays, she had saved a lot of money since she was a child.
According to the current calculation, Xu Qing has seven taels of silver a month. Seven taels should be enough for him to write for a while, right?
…
Xu Qing lay on the bed and murmured and prayed: "Give me one tael! I can write until I die of old age with one tael of silver every month!"
five days later
Xu Qing went to the bookstore to check the results of the manuscript.
The bookstore owner saw Xu Qing coming in and learned that he was the author of the manuscript that Miss Su checked last time. He quickly asked him to sit down and said enthusiastically: "Master Xu Qing is here, come on, come on, sit down."
The bookstore owner said: "Mr. Xu Qing, the manuscript you wrote for me last time was very good. Why don't you write ten chapters a month according to the word count of your first chapter, and our bookstore will give you seven taels of silver a month to polish your pen?
how?"
In this era where all kinds of information are opaque, it is impossible to use the sales method based on posterity share like Xu Qing's.
There is almost only one way to buy it out, and the bookstore will accept the manuscript and then publish it.
How much money will be paid to you, and how many copies of this manuscript the merchant can sell and how much money they make has nothing to do with you.
But this price really shocked Xu Qing, seven taels!
If he dies once and saves money from his daily life, the price will only be this...
Xu Qing was afraid that the shopkeeper would regret it, so he nodded quickly and said: "Deal!"
After hearing what Xu Qing said, the bookstore owner went to draw up a contract.
In this era, buying a house requires a deed, buying land requires a land deed, and writing a book also requires a contract.
Probably equivalent to a contract for future generations.
When Xu Qing wrote his name on the bookstore owner, it meant that the contract was established.
After doing this, the bookstore owner looked at Xu Qing and said, "Master Xu, do you want to come up with a pen name?"
"A pen name?" Xu Qing asked curiously: "Do you need a pen name when writing a book here?"
Although Xu Qing wrote several books in his previous life, Xu Qing did not understand the use of a pen name.
The bookstore owner shook his head and said, "It's okay if you want to use your own name, but..."
"Just what?"
"It's just that we used to have an author here who was very good at writing storybooks, but he used his own name because he was slow to write stories on weekdays, so when he went home last time, he saw several people throwing them in the yard of his house.
A kitchen knife..."
Only then did Xu Qing realize that the pen name was actually for his own safety...
The ancients were so terrible!
In the previous life, it was just talk, but in this era, there are really people who dare to do anything!
And because there is no monitoring, we don’t even know who did it...
After getting the contract, Xu Qing returned home and rushed to finish the manuscript. The only one who could follow the progress of the story in real time was Su Qian.
Although the two have now returned to their normal way of patrolling the streets.
But since Xu Qing taught Su Qian how to fish last time, Su Qian also learned to do three rounds in the morning and three times in the afternoon.
During the whole practice period, I stayed at Xu Qing’s house and watched Xu Qing write manuscripts.
When Xu Qing got tired of writing, Su Qian would take the pen with her for a while.
If it weren't for the inconvenience, Su Qian would have stayed at Xu Qing's house twelve hours a day to follow up on the progress.
After the sun went down, Su Qian came out of Xu Qing's house. The story she wrote this time was a bit exciting, but she forgot to count the time.
Looking at the bright moonlight, Xu Qing couldn't help but wonder if it would be unsafe for Su Qian, a girl, to walk at night so late.
Thinking of this, Xu Qing couldn't help but touch her butt, which had long since healed.
How could he think so?
He was actually worried about whether it would be unsafe for Su Qian to go home alone at night?!
He felt that he should be worried about those people who wanted to do something to Su Qian in the middle of the night...
Beside an alley
The two men were lying on the ground holding their stomachs and still fighting with their heads for the ground: "Woman, please have mercy! Woman, please have mercy! I don't dare to do it anymore!"
Su Qian looked at the two men condescendingly and said in a cold voice: "With such little ability, you want to imitate others in robbing?"
…
A few days later, Xu Qing copied ten chapters of the manuscript and handed it to the bookstore.
Then the bookstore started typesetting and printing.
This world already has movable type, and the typesetting tray has been invented.
Otherwise, it simply cannot support the demand for rapid and large-scale publication of scripts.
After handing in the manuscript this month, Xu Qing doesn't need to worry about the rest. He has already received the money, a full seven taels.
Counting the two taels he had left, it was almost ten taels.
Even though the world's scripts have developed over time, the majority of people in this world are still illiterate.
And although books are now much cheaper than before, they are still not affordable for ordinary families.
Those who can afford it are those who are studying.
Most of the stories in the storybooks can only be understood through storytellers.
…
Open source bookstore
The bookstore is eagerly greeting customers, and several customers are looking at the titles of books on the bookshelf and thinking about what to buy.
""The Legend of the Condor Heroes", a new story?"
When the clerk heard someone talking, he quickly greeted him: "Yes, sir, this is a new book that has just been published. Sir, why don't you buy it and read it? The story is a good one!"
Although the customer knew that no matter which book he picked up, the guy said it was a good story, he still didn’t lack the money, so he nodded and said, “I’ll buy one.”
There is a first and soon there will be a second.
Because these days are at the beginning of the month, it is the time when most of the story books are published, so business is the busiest in these days.
The more conspicuously these storybooks are placed, the more people will pay attention and buy them.
A bookshop in a house
After reading some of the stories he had been following, a young man looked out for the new "Legend of the Condor Heroes" that he had bought.
After reading a few pages, the young man said "Huh" in surprise.
"Martial arts!? I've never read this kind of story before, let's take a look and talk about it!"
a quarter of an hour later
"My mother's fault! Is this Yan Wu's hand disabled?! That's why I wrote this!? It's really abominable! How unreasonable!"
Then the young master thought for a while and murmured: "No, I can't bear this hardship alone. I have to recommend it to Brother Zhang and Brother Shen. Even if it is hard, they must bear it with me."