Start practicing from marrying a disfigured princess

Chapter 9
"No." Li Yong shook his head.

More than half a month, whether it is long or short, with the character of his parents, he will definitely send a letter to ask for his health, and send some banknotes, for fear that he will be wronged in the capital.

But now no letter has been received.

Either because his parents blamed him for insisting on coming to the capital to marry the princess, or because the letter was intercepted on the way.

There is another possibility.

During the time he was away, his parents changed their minds and didn't want to care about him, maybe they planned to have another one.

"Father and mother should not be angry with me about marrying the princess. If the letter was not received, there is a high probability that there was an accident on the way to deliver the letter."

Ren Pingsheng thought so, and looked at Li Yong: "Go get the paper, ink, brush and inkstone, I want to write a letter to my parents."

"Yes!"

After saluting, Li Yong turned and left. After a while, he brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Ren Pingsheng spread out the fine rice paper, looked at Li Yong and said, "Research ink."

Li Yong was taken aback for a moment, a little at a loss.

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng realized that he had never touched brush and ink before, so he studied ink by himself.

After a while, I picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, and started writing.

On the side, Li Yong looked subconsciously, and saw a line of big characters written in dragons and phoenixes on the rice paper.

"Father, mother, send money."

"." Li Yong's mouth twitched, speechless.

After writing these four big characters, Ren Pingsheng stopped, admired for a while, nodded in satisfaction, and after a few seconds of pause, picked up the pen again and wrote a line of small characters.

"Hi, don't read."

A letter, eight characters in total, was folded and handed over to Li Yong, and said: "Be sure to send it back to Zhenbei Prince's Mansion."

"Yes, prince!"

Li Yong took the letter solemnly, put it in his arms, turned and left.

After he left.

Ren Pingsheng sat on the chair alone and began to think.

More than half of the 1 taels of silver that his father gave him has been spent these days.

The rest of the money, excluding the food and clothing of him and the twenty warriors, probably won't be much left in a year.

If his father didn't send the banknote within two months, he wouldn't even be able to pay the bride price for his wife, let alone refine a few more marrow-washing pills.

"In the days to come, I have to find a way to make money."

With this in mind, Ren Pingsheng began to think about how to make money again.

After thinking about it, there are only two ways.

One is to copy a few novels and sell them to the bookstore in the capital.

This is a no-cost business, as long as there is something in the stomach, pen, ink, paper and inkstone can be prostituted to the bookshop for free.

When Ren Pingsheng was an undergraduate student, he used this method to earn living expenses.

In the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, ordinary people had few recreational activities, and scriptures were one of the most important ones.

With years of reading experience, Ren Pingsheng can copy several martial arts novels from the original.

Not surprisingly, a few thousand taels of silver can be earned after all.

The second is to cooperate with my aunt to sell pills.

"Eternal Alchemy" records some interesting pills, such as Zhuyan Pill and Xiongfeng Pill.

These elixirs are low in cost and effective.

Sell ​​it for 100 taels at the cost of one tael of silver. If there is no competition, you can earn a lot of money in no time.

Ren Pingsheng also thought of other means of making money, such as glass and monosodium glutamate.

But his major in his previous life was the useless biological engineering, and the production methods of glass and monosodium glutamate were limited to short videos on a certain sound.

How to do it, I don't know anything.

If he could understand this, he would have been farming in the northern border and developed the northern border into a modern power.

anyway.

The fermentation engineering he learned can be used to brew fine wine, but the cost of this thing is too high, and it may not bring considerable profits in a short period of time. Overall, it is still not as good as writing novels and alchemy.

Determine the means of earning money.

Ren Pingsheng copied out the first half of "Legend of the White Snake" from memory with the remaining pen and paper.

Dressed up in disguise, and brought the first half of "Legend of the White Snake" to a bookstore called Mo Yunzhai.

After seeing the shopkeeper, he opened his mouth and said: "I created a storybook in my free time, and I plan to have it printed and sold by Mo Yunzhai. The proceeds will be divided into [-] to [-]%. How about it?"

The shopkeeper of Moyunzhai is a middle-aged man with a big belly.

He looked Ren Pingsheng up and down, saw that he had an extraordinary bearing, and knew that he must be from a noble family.

After a few seconds of silence, he smiled and said, "Young master, can you lend me the story book?"

"nature."

Ren Pingsheng nodded, and handed half of "Legend of the White Snake" to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper reached out to take it, and looked at it casually.

After only watching for a while, his expression changed, becoming more serious.

Seeing the end, he couldn't wait to turn to the next piece of paper, only to find that the paper was empty.

"This"

The shopkeeper was slightly taken aback, looked at Ren Pingsheng subconsciously, and asked a little hurriedly: "My lord, where is the second half of the script?"

Ren Pingsheng said indifferently: "It hasn't been written yet."

It is false if it has not been written yet, and it is true that he is afraid that he will not keep his promise.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore naturally understood Ren Pingsheng's concerns, and after thinking for a few seconds, he solemnly said: "I can agree to your request, but there is one condition."

"Say."

"This script can only be printed and sold by Mo Yunzhai, and you can't sell it to other bookstores."

"it is good."

Seeing that Ren Pingsheng readily agreed, the shopkeeper smiled, looked at the book boy, and ordered, "Go get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"understood."

The book boy responded, and quickly fetched a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The shopkeeper dipped a pen into the ink, wrote the contract, dried the ink marks, and handed it to Ren Pingsheng: "Please take a look at it, my lord. If there is no problem, we will cooperate according to the contract."

Ren Pingsheng took over the contract and looked at it from top to bottom. After a while, he discovered the problem, frowned and said, "The [-]-[-] share I just said is [-]% for me, and [-]% for you."

As soon as this word comes out.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and after a while he said anxiously: "Young master, there has never been such a rule in the bookstore! In the past, it was [-]% and the bookstore accounted for [-]%. If you can give you [-]%, it is the only one in the entire capital. portion."

"In that case, I'll go to another bookstore."

Ren Pingsheng picked up the manuscript of "Legend of the White Snake" and was about to leave without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper became anxious instantly.

The first half of "Legend of the White Snake" is the most exciting storybook he has read since he took over the bookstore.

As long as it is printed, it will definitely sell well.

Even Mo Yun Zhai's reputation can increase greatly.

If other bookstores get it, he will regret it for the rest of his life!
"My lord, stay!"

The shopkeeper called out to Ren Pingsheng, as if he had made a difficult decision, he gritted his teeth and said, "The [-]-[-]% will be [-]-[-]%, but if you have other plans in the future, you must give priority to our Mo Yunzhai."

"Okay." Ren Pingsheng handed the manuscript to the shopkeeper, and said calmly: "After that, every half a month, I will send someone to collect the money I share, and the second half of the White Snake will be handed over to you in two months. We are happy to work together."

The shopkeeper took the manuscript carefully, put it gently in his arms, and replied: "Young master, don't worry, since you have agreed to your request, Mo Yunzhai will definitely not deduct the manuscript's remuneration."

"Ah."

Ren Pingsheng nodded coldly, turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly stopped him.

"My lord, stay!"

Ren Pingsheng turned his head to look at the shopkeeper, and saw the shopkeeper asked curiously: "Young master, can you tell me a thing or two, then did Xu Xian feed the realgar wine to the white lady?"

"."

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper of this bookstore is also a book fan.

If I tell you the result, what's the point of breaking the chapter?
Ren Pingsheng said indifferently: "After two months, we will see the outcome."

After speaking, he left gracefully, leaving the shopkeeper of the bookstore standing where he was, with an unbearable itching in his heart.
the other side.

After Ren Pingsheng walked out of the bookstore, he looked in the direction of Baiyun Temple.

"Next, it's time to talk to my aunt about cooperation."

(End of this chapter)