Do you know the long song of laughter?

Chapter 17 Oolong
  When Li An came to Yangzhou City, he didn't wander around, but went to the bookstore where he bought books with his father two days ago.

"This little brother is here again. What books do I need to buy this time?"

The boy at the bookstore had a good memory and recognized Li An at a glance.

"I want to read the script." Li An said.

When Li An came to buy books two days ago, he saw many people buying story books, and he came up with the idea of ​​writing a story book.

After all, I have read many stories and novels in later generations. It should not be difficult to make money by writing some story books and so on.

As a time traveler, there are definitely many ways to make money.

But he didn't dare touch those businesses that were hugely profitable and made money quickly.

It's not that he thinks the businessman's status is low, or worries about affecting his future.

In fact, the Song Dynasty had developed commerce and did not discriminate against and suppress merchants like other dynasties.

The imperial court also did not restrict the children of merchants from participating in the imperial examination.

The reason why Li An didn't dare to touch it was because he couldn't protect it with his current ability.

Writing scripts is different. It is a good choice for him to make a little money.

And you can also practice calligraphy by the way.

The boy looked at Li An strangely when he heard this, but he didn't say much and said, "Brother, come with me."

Li An felt that the boy's eyes were a little strange, but he didn't think much about it and followed the boy to a bookshelf in the inner corner.

In front of the bookshelf, a boy was accompanying several people in their twenties to select storybooks. When he saw Li An being led over by the boy, he looked a little strange.

The boy pointed to the bookshelf and said, "Brother, this bookshelf is full of story books. You can choose one yourself, but you can only read the first few pages."

"Ah."

Li An nodded and understood this very well. To put it bluntly, the story is just a novel. If you can read it casually, who will buy it after reading it?

"Haha~, little brother, are you here to buy a storybook? Can you understand it?"

A tall and thin man with a storybook in his hand couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"Brother Ning, maybe I bought it for the adults in the family."

"Yes, but the adults in his family are so shameless that they actually instigated a child to buy it."

The other two laughed.

Li An frowned slightly and said, "I am literate, why can't I buy it?"

"You can buy it, you can buy it." The tall and thin man who spoke first was not angry when he heard this, and said with a smile: "We just saw that you are young, so we thought you were not very literate and couldn't read the script."

"Yes, yes, brother, please choose quickly." Another man said with a smile.

Li An was a little confused. Ever since he offered to buy the storybook, everyone from the boy to the three passers-by looked a little strange.

However, he couldn't figure out the reason for the moment, so he could only suppress his doubts and pick up a storybook from the bookshelf.

I saw four big characters in regular script printed on the paper - a strange combination of circumstances.

Li An opened the first page and read it. The content on the first page was unremarkable. It was written from the perspective of a man, having a drink with a few friends in a restaurant.

When he saw the content on the second page, Li An's face suddenly turned red. He looked at the boy and gritted his teeth and said, "Is this what you say here?"

"Hahaha~"

The three men burst into tears when they saw Li An's appearance.

The boy said: "Of course it's more than this, but it's easier to sell this way, so there are more of them."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" Li An was ready to kill the boy.

No wonder the boy's eyes looked so strange when he heard that he wanted to buy a storybook.

When the three men heard that he wanted to buy a storybook, they said those weird things.

I spent a long time working on the so-called story book, which turned out to be the kind of book with colors.

What happened was that a man drank too much, walked into the wrong yard when he came home, and touched the house of his sister-in-law who was a guest at home.

Li An's face turned red not out of shame, but out of anger.

After all, he is a time traveler, and the Internet is developed in later generations. Not to mention books, he has also watched short movies, and he has nothing to be embarrassed about.

But he is only nine years old now, and he is being laughed at for making such a mistake. Now he has no reputation at all. No one knows him at all, which is okay.

When he becomes famous in the future, if today's incident spreads, he will become a laughing stock.

The boy said aggrievedly: "I saw that little brother wanted to buy a storybook. I thought you knew."

"Do you think a nine-year-old like me should know this?" Li An gritted his teeth.

"But I only understood it after reading two pages," the boy said.

Li An: "..."

There was no point in arguing with the boy. The movement that Li An had seen had attracted the attention of guests from other places, and they quickly ran away.

"Hahahaha~"

……

Li An ran for a while and stopped when he was far away from the bookstore.

Although it was a misfortune, it did not give up Ang Lee's idea of ​​​​writing scripts to make money.

Of course, he didn't intend to write in color.

Li An walked around and chose a bookstore that was much larger than the previous one and went in.

The boy in the store did not look down upon him because he was a child, but smiled and asked him what he wanted to buy.

Li An explained the purpose of his visit and emphasized that he should write a serious script.

The boy laughed when he heard this and said, "Brother, he must have gone to those small bookstores, right? Don't worry, our bookstore doesn't have that kind of messy books."

Li An followed the boy suspiciously to the bookshelf where the storybooks were placed, picked up one and started reading.

This time the script is indeed normal, and it is about an unofficial story from the Tang Dynasty.

Li Anyou looked through the basics. They were all novels about people and strange things, and there were no colorful ones.

"Let me ask, how many people bought these books?" Li An asked.

"There are quite a lot of them. Some young ladies like to see these." The boy said.

Li An pondered for a moment and asked, "Does your bookstore accept calligraphy books?"

The boy was stunned and said, "You have to ask the shopkeeper about this."

"Take me to see your shopkeeper." Li An said.

The boy hesitated and said, "Brother, wait a moment, I'll call the shopkeeper."

After the boy finished speaking, he went to the inner room, and soon he led a middle-aged man with a big belly out.

The man looked at Li An and said, "Brother, are you going to sell your storybook?"

"That's right, but I didn't write the story. It was written by an elder in my family. I wonder if you will accept it?"

Li An knew that he was young, and if he said it was written by him, the shopkeeper would probably not pay attention to him at all.

"It all depends on how well the script is written. If it's well written, it can be accepted," the shopkeeper said.

"I don't know what the general price is?" Li An asked.

If the price is too low, he won't bother to waste time and might as well think about something else.

"It depends on how well the script is written. Basically, it's about three to five taels of silver." said the shopkeeper.

Li An was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect it to be so high.

You must know that there was no copyright protection law in ancient times.

Before the invention of movable type printing, piracy would not have been so rampant.

After all, it takes a lot of time to make carving boards. Those who master the manuscript can seize some opportunities.

However, now that movable type printing technology is already available, you only need to buy a copy and it can be printed that night.

Therefore, bookstores that buy storybooks do not have much of an advantage.

Unexpectedly, the other party could even offer a price of three to five taels.

(End of this chapter)