Reborn Primitive Age

Chapter 687 Quotes

The East Market is different from the roughness of the West Market because it is close to the Great Xia Emperor's Palace and the residences of dignitaries. Most of the goods sold are rare, precious and elegant.

But it’s not just selling these, there are also wine shops, iron shops, butcher shops, car dealers, engraving and printing shops, etc., as well as renting orcs who make a living as a rental intermediary, musicians who buy and sell musical instruments, and gamers. The jugglers, singers, and treasurers

Generally speaking, it is more advanced than Xishi, not so vulgar, and has everything else.

Gongliang wanted to write a collection of books and was willing to gather the characters in the book. Naturally, he had to inquire about the market conditions to see if the book he wrote was in line with the tastes of the Eastern natives, and whether anyone would read it.Wouldn't it be a waste of time if the book that took so much effort to write was not read and was used as toilet paper to wipe their ass?

If you want to inquire about the market, the best place is Dongshi.

Most of the dignitaries and educated people here live here, and there are also shops specializing in books from the Four Treasures of the Study, so of course you have to come here.

Walking into the East Market, Gong Liang saw that the market was bustling with people.

But if you look carefully, you will find that those people walked in an orderly manner, not in a hurry, not like in the West Market, who came and went one by one in a hurry, as if they were about to fight.

The East Market is different from the West Market. There are very few people setting up stalls in the market. Even if there are stalls, they will tidy up and dress up a little bit.

After all, all the rich and educated people who come here to shop here, if you look too ugly, you will feel sorry for the audience, or if it is too dirty, people will feel disgusting at a glance, how can they buy your things.

Gongliang looked forward as he walked, and found that in the corners on both sides of the street that did not hinder pedestrians, not only were there singers singing melodious songs; there were also jugglers playing tricks; There are also some food sellers who deliver bowls of delicious food to customers.

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep"

Gongliang, Migu, Yuan Gungun, and Xiao Xiangxiang stretched their necks to look at the scenery in Dongshi, when suddenly a pleasant foreign music sounded in their ears, curious in their hearts, they walked in the direction of the sound.

Not far away, an elegant man with foreign appearance, slightly green eyes, and two upturned beards sat cross-legged on a blanket, playing Hulei with his hand.

In front of him, a graceful girl with a veil and a goose-yellow veil, showing her navel, danced to the sound of thunder.

A qin sound is like a bee play, like a butterfly dance, like a bamboo branch swaying, like a tree leaf whirling. The dance is like a bird flying in the air, like a wild beast walking in the mountains and forests, like a fish swimming in the rivers and lakes, which makes people feel refreshed.

When Mi Gu saw someone playing the piano and dancing, he immediately became interested, flew to Papa's head, moved the Tiangu hanging on his waist to his body, and began to beat it bouncingly.

Gong Liang shook his head impatiently, why does this brat always like to stand on his head, does he feel so superior to others?

Seeing Migu beating the drum, Yuan Gungun, not to be outdone, took out the pipa and played it.

Gong Liang stared at the side, what are these two guys trying to do, are they having fun with others?

The sound of drums and pipa, you play back and forth, irregular and chaotic, disrupting the rhythm of foreigners playing the piano.Disturbed by the messy music, the graceful girl didn't know how to dance, so she stopped, turned her head, and looked at Gongliang and the others pitifully.

Seeing the trouble, Gong Liang quickly dropped a piece of silver and ran away with Mi Gu and Yuan Gun Gun.

After running for a distance, he stopped.

Migu had a great time, even when he left, he was still playing with the drum happily.After patting for a while, the little guy tilted his head and asked Gongliang, "Papa, is the drum drum I play nice?"

Gongliang said helplessly, "It sounds good."

Hearing Papa's praise, Mi Gu was so happy that his eyes turned into crescent buds.

Yuan Gungun, who had already put away his pipa, also yelled beside him, "Gongliang, my pipa sounds good!"

"Good to hear." Gongliang replied weakly.

These two guys are not asking questions at all, but want to praise.If it doesn't sound good, I guess I will be unhappy immediately, and my face will smell bad for a while, so it's hard to be a human being!

In Dragon City, there is the Qingyang Academy for Confucian disciples to practice and study, and there are also private schools set up by various families to spread ideas. It can be said that the literary style in the imperial capital is at its peak.It is also true that there are many shops in Dongshi that sell and sell books, calligraphy and paintings, and the Four Treasures of the Study.

Gongliang searched for a while, then walked to a bookstore selling books.

The store owner is an old man with a gray beard. He was holding a book and reading. When he saw someone coming in, he glanced at it and buried his head in the vast sea of ​​books again.

Seeing that he didn't entertain him, Gongliang wandered around the store by himself, flipping through this book and looking at that one.

Mi Gu knows the characters of Dongtu, and when he sees Papa flipping through the books, he also flies to the shelf and picks up one to flip through.It's just that the little guy doesn't have the patience to read at all, and whenever he sees something with words, he gets a headache, so he glanced at it and put it back, and obediently returned to Papa's side to stay.

Yuan Gungun also knew Dongtuwen, so he stood up and took a copy from the bookshelf, and read it intently.

That serious look made Xiao Xiangxiang stand up from it and look over.It's a pity that it doesn't know Dongtu characters at all, and it can't understand anything.

Gongliang wandered around the store, and finally found a few legendary storybooks in the corner. After flipping through them, they were all fairy tales and strange novels similar to Tang Dynasty legends, but they were similar to the fantasy and fairy tales of the previous life, but the way they were written As described, there is no sense of substitution.

Gong Liang's eyes couldn't help but brighten up, feeling that the book he wrote should have a market in the east.

After reading it, he bought a few copies and went back for reference.

After paying the money, Gong Liang asked the shopkeeper: "Old man, I wonder if you are willing to let people consign the legend book?"

"Which famous artist made it?" asked the shopkeeper.

"Uh"

Gongliang was embarrassed to ask this question, but he reacted quickly, "It's not a famous writer, but the story book is novel and interesting. If the store is willing to sell it on consignment, it will get [-]% of the profit for every copy it sells." .If a copy is not sold, the store will pay a consignment fee of three taels of silver per month. But these are not without conditions, that is, the legendary story book must be placed in a prominent position, and people must be able to see it as soon as they enter See."

Gongliang didn't write the book to make money, but to spread it to gain the will to unite the characters in the book.

If a little money can spread the book, he is happy to use it. Anyway, he has so much gold, no matter how much he uses it, he can't use it up all at once.

The shopkeeper didn't expect such a good thing.

However, he is not the kind of person who is blinded by money. With the attitude of being responsible for the readers, he asked: "How is the legendary script written? If it is too bad, I don't want it."

"Don't worry, the shopkeeper, I'll show it to you when the time comes. If you don't like it, just pretend you didn't mention it."

No matter what, the former Gongliang also ate this bowl of rice. Although the writing is not top-notch, it is not bad, so he has confidence in the legendary storybook he wrote.The main reason is that in this world, there is no such thing as the information explosion era of the previous life, which is nothing more than imaginary fantasy and fairy tale novels. This kind of novelty will definitely be popular when it comes out.

Of course, too novelty may be unacceptable, but the novel he wants to write is based on the existing foundation of this world, and it is not afraid that no one will accept it.

The two agreed on this, and Gongliang went to another bookstore and said the same thing as the shopkeeper.

Few would refuse this kind of good deed, some even waited for him to leave, and sent him away with the eyes of a fool.

When everything was ready, Gong Liang went home to retreat and started writing novels.

(End of this chapter)