The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 13 Don't bully the boy
In the bookstore, when Jia Cong came in, he was guarded by the waiter as if he were a thief. Some people found it strange and kept paying attention here.

At this time, everyone felt funny when they heard Jia Cong ask about selling poems. A scholar laughed and said, "Why, kid, do you have good poems too?"

As soon as he said this, the bookstore burst into laughter.

Who doesn't know that composing poems is many times more difficult than composing articles.

Although it is difficult to write an article, if the whole article can be "clarified with substance and less useless words", it will be a good article.

But when it comes to writing poetry, it’s not easy to put together all the mediocre ones, not to mention the expressive stationery, which can be powerful, graceful, magnificent, or elegant... It sounds like a blind person opening his eyes when he reads it, and it sounds like a deaf person. My ears are open.

This is why the scholars laughed at Jia Cong.

Jia Cong blushed and didn't know how to answer. What's the difference between exchanging ancient poems for money and burglary?

"Have you read through the Book of Songs? Are you here to sell poems?"

"Hahaha, you don't want to sell the Book of Songs, do you? Boy, no one will buy it from you!"

Jia Cong stood silent, while Lao He was very anxious outside and urged in a low voice, "Brother, let's go back!"

The commotion outside affected the speeches of several noble people inside.

The Shaodong family is a young man of about sixteen years old. Because he comes from a noble family and is quite talented, he is studying in the Imperial College. Today he invited his classmates to come and discuss poetry, and he is getting very excited.

What if my leisure time is disturbed by these humble people?

The shopkeeper hurriedly came out and said, "Go, go, go, don't buy books, just play around. I've been reading for a long time and haven't liked any of them, so go somewhere else!"

"How can anyone do business and drive people away?" Jia Cong was unhappy. He just asked if he would accept poems?

If you write poetry, it is short and quick. It is cheaper and easier than writing a novel.

A book of "The Romance of the Gods" has 70 words and is divided into [-] chapters. One chapter is still [-] words. Even if the computer typing speed of later generations is not slow, those Internet writers can finish it in three or four hours if their hand speed is fast. Cavan or something, is it normal for a day?

It is indeed possible for him to copy books and sell them, but the hard work is scary even thinking about it; what's more, he is unknown, and he doesn't know how much the seller will be willing to give him at his age to write a "Feng Shen Yan Yi"?

One hundred times, two taels of silver per time, I don’t know if I can get it at this price?
Even if you can get it, 200 taels of silver is still a huge sum of money, but the price/performance ratio is low, and it is not something you can get in the short term.

Copying and selling official books can only be done leisurely. It is a long-term project. If it is not a last resort, Jia Cong does not want to work so hard.

He just wanted to ask if he could sell poems?

"Don't get wet or dry here, what kind of world is this, a yellow-mouthed kid, you really dare to say anything!"

The shopkeeper was also afraid of offending other scholars who came to buy books, so he dragged Jia Cong out and pushed him out. Jia Cong staggered due to the pull. If a hand from beside him hadn't stretched out to pull him up, he would have almost fallen down the steps. .

"Hey, what's the matter with you? You won't accept it if you don't accept it. What are you doing?" Jia Cong stood at the door and straightened his robe, frowning with two delicate eyebrows, very dissatisfied.

The shopkeeper was about to have a fit, and the man who pulled Jia Cong stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Shopkeeper, don't bully a young man who is poor. This kid is just asking whether your bookstore accepts poems. If you don't accept it, tell me, Why bother to drive people away?" "Sir, I still need to do business here. There are such noisy, ignorant and ignorant people here all the time. How can I do business? He asked some questions here. , and also affected the nearby guests."

Jia Cong said depressedly, "This is strange. I entered your bookshop and flipped through two books. The waiter in your store was afraid that I would damage the book, so he insisted on asking me to deposit two taels of silver. Could it be that this is how you are treated? How do you behave like a guest? I don’t care, but after asking a question, you push me around, how can you still be reasonable?”

The shopkeeper was already very angry, "If you sincerely want to sell poems, I will also tell you that a poem is worth two cents. I will also tell you first that it must be written by yourself. If you use someone else's poem to sell it, or It was taken from the book and sold, and once we find out, it will be ten times the compensation."

Two denarii?Jia Cong thought for a moment, is it too cheap?

But when I thought about it, if he looked like this now, he would have received the same treatment if he went to other bookstores. If he could become famous with one poem, the road ahead would be much easier.

For two denarii, if you sell one piece first, even if the loss is temporary, it will be temporary.

Standing aside to smooth things over was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a green cotton robe, with a long face and a handsome appearance. He looked Jia Cong up and down, smiled, and asked, "Two Money is too cheap, little friend, if you have a good poem, why not sell it to me?"

Apparently he regarded Jia Cong as a child.

Jia Cong didn't know this person, didn't know what he meant, and didn't want to get into trouble, "Thank you so much for your help. I have agreed to sell this poem to the bookstore. If the bookstore wants to buy it, I have to follow this order first!"

The man didn't expect Jia Cong, a child, to be so vigilant. He smiled and nodded, wanting to see what Jia Cong would do next.

Jia Cong said to the shopkeeper, "You bully me when I'm young, and I won't argue with you. We're in business, so you don't have to send me away with two taels of silver. I have a poem. I'll write it first and sell it for [-] taels of silver." If you think it’s worth the price, I’ll sell it to you. If you don’t want to sell it, I can find the next one, how about that?”

Jia Cong just looked through the collection of poems and books here. Each poem has a signature and an introduction to the author. The books also have a signature, even if they are pseudonyms, there is also an introduction to the author, and some even include other information about the author. Works for publicity.

In addition, the shopkeeper just threatened him that if he sells other people's poems, he will be fined ten times if he is discovered.

Since ancient times, literati have had multiple names. In the world of Red Mansions, literati bookstores still attach great importance to copyright.

Therefore, he dared to make such a proposal.

As soon as he said this, many people gathered around him, and some couldn't help but compare him with the young master of Duke Rong's mansion, as if they were watching the fun.

The shopkeeper didn't want to accompany the child to play this kind of game, but there were so many people watching, and the young master inside had already been alarmed. He turned around and looked over, and saw the young master nodded slightly, so he had to bring the pen and ink himself, and said dissatisfied, "Write the words well and don't write them like chicken claws. If you don't recognize them, we don't want them."

"Why talk so much!" The middle-aged man smiled and said to the shopkeeper, "I have already told you that if the shopkeeper doesn't like it, I am willing to accept it!"

Jia Cong raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man carefully. He saw that he was elegant and his eyes were clear. However, the shopkeeper looked down on him again and again, so he said, "In this case, I won't bother two families with my business. Why don't I just do this?" Can I sell it to you?"

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