Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

"Ah!" Su Mu was too surprised today, he never expected that things would develop like this.

Since arriving in the Ming Dynasty, Su Mu has determined to become an official through the imperial examination.The problem is that studying is a very money-consuming thing, and the family has to support Xiao Die and Wu Juren who somehow depends on him.And he didn't want to have anything to do with Hu Shun in terms of money, so writing books to earn manuscript fees was his only source of income.

When I was in Baoding before, I also relied on this specialty to live well.

Ben made up his mind to make a fortune from this "Dream of Red Mansions", but he didn't expect that the emperor's words completely shattered his hope.

In the historical materials he had seen before, there was indeed a tradition of the royal family purchasing folk manuscripts.In my memory, during the Wanli period, Secretary Ge seemed to have spent a hundred taels of silver to buy one of Zhang Siwei's manuscripts.

Zhang Siwei was a great celebrity at that time, and later he joined the cabinet as a prime minister.

Of course, the articles he wrote are all Confucian academic papers, which are not very entertaining, and 100 taels of silver is considered a high price.

It is estimated that the books purchased by the royal family this year are only a dozen taels of silver. Others also feel that it is a great honor to be valued by the court.

The problem is that the people in the palace don't know how popular a wonderful popular novel will be outside, and how much money it can bring.

"Why, Su Mu, you don't want to?" Emperor Hongzhi smiled and looked solemnly.

Su Mu was bitter in his heart, since the emperor had already spoken, how could he still refute, and hurriedly pretended to be grateful: "Your Majesty takes pity on my subject, and I am tearfully grateful."

He was indeed dripping with tears, but it was the grief of turning white money into water.

Hongzhi also sighed: "I also suffered a lot when I was a child, and I can understand..." After finishing speaking, he looked up at the snowflakes in the sky blankly, recalling the old man who didn't dare to reveal his real name and hid in the palace. Tibetan children.

Those difficult years are really unbearable to look back on!

Su Mu was depressed and thought to himself: It seems that there is no more money to be made from the book "Dream of Red Mansions".However, according to what the emperor said just now, there is no mandatory requirement on how many words I should write in a day, and when is the deadline.Well, let's wait.Three to five days, when you are interested, write one or two thousand words at will.As for the rest of the time, apart from reading and messing around with the prince, at worst, I should open another book.

Thinking of this, Su Mu's heart was moved: the case of "Journey to the West" was completely settled, and the book sold so well.Why not keep writing, well, let's do it.

A young eunuch came over, put a fur coat on Emperor Hongzhi who was thinking about something, and whispered: "Long live, it's cold here, it's important to take care of the dragon body."

Hong Zhi shrank his thin shoulders, and smiled bitterly: "I really feel a little cold, let's go back to the palace, the prince is still sleeping?"

"I'm still sleeping, but I woke up for a while, probably because I felt that the general's hands were sore, so I lay down on the Xumi seat of the Long Live Lord." The young eunuch held back his smile.

Hongzhi smiled kindly: "This child, wake him up, it's hot in the hall, and he's sweating carefully to catch a cold."

"Yes, Lord Long Live." The young eunuch glanced at Su Mu intentionally or unintentionally.

This person was the one who came to see Su Mu earlier and reminded him to be careful.

Su Mu nodded to him to express his thanks.

A gleam of joy flashed in the eunuch's eyes, and he thought: Su Mu has a special status in the prince's heart, this time I formed a fate with Mr. Su, so I naturally fell into the prince's eyes.Lord Long Live doesn't trust our servants, but the Prince Chu trusts the eunuchs in the palace very much.Perhaps, our good days are coming.

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Now that Su Mu had this idea, he did what he said, and after dinner, he polished an inkstone inkstone, spread out the manuscript, and started writing.

From now on, he and Zhu Houzhao moved to Yingtai to serve Emperor Hongzhi.

The living conditions here are much better than those in Zhu Houzhao's yard. It is a large suite, and besides the bedroom, there is also a large study.Of course, don't even think about the bathroom, just use a wooden bucket to clean it up, and the eunuch will come to clean it up at dawn.

Mo picked up the pen, but Su Mu couldn't remember where he wrote in "Journey to the West".

After all, it was half a year ago that I wrote this book. Later, I was busy with the college examination and the rural examination, and so many things happened, I had long forgotten all about it.

I scratched my head for a long time, and thought to myself: Anyway, this book is just a unit drama, a bit like a customs clearance game, at worst, you just have to fight monsters one by one.

This time he was the one who re-wrote the book, and the manuscript was still going to the "Wind into the Pine" bookstore. After all, he had a good relationship with Boss Lin and had a contract.As a modern person, I attach great importance to contracts. Now that the case has been closed, this contract will naturally continue to be implemented.

But Boss Lin is still in the army in Datong, and it may take some time before he is released.

I am about to use this time to complete the following plots.

Boss Lin has been implicated by himself, and his family has been ruined. If he wants to make a comeback when he returns home this time, he will naturally need a good book.The story I write this time must be very exciting, so that I can be worthy of the fact that people have protected me from Su Mu's disaster for such a long time.

After thinking about it for a while, Su Mu came up with an idea: it is not necessary to strictly follow the order of the original work, but to write out the most classic stories first.Such as Lion Camel Country, such as Bibotan, such as the battle against the Yellow Browed Monster.

Let's start writing from the Lion Camel Kingdom and the Three Demons!

This time, he couldn't write a few hundred words, but Su Mu felt that his writing was not smooth, his pen was not working well, and he couldn't find the state of life.

Just about to rest for a while, wait for the spirit to recover, and then continue to code, when I heard a soft knock on the door.

Su Mu opened the door and saw that it was the eunuch who led him the way during the day.

"It turned out to be you." Su Mu arched his hands: "I thanked Eunuch for warning in advance, I am very grateful, dare to ask Eunuch's name?"

"I've met Mr. Su." The young eunuch hurriedly returned the salute, "It's just a small servant, I can't be a father-in-law of Mr. Zhang Yong."

"Zhang Yong..." Su Mu felt that this person was very familiar, but he was a little surprised when he recalled it briefly.Isn't this one of the Eight Tigers of Zhengde Dynasty?

However, this person is a character. He showed good political skills in the Northwest and Yang Yiqing's suppression of the Anhua King's rebellion. Later, he even killed Liu Jin, the eunuch in charge of the chief inspector of ceremonies, and became the No. 1 inner minister.

For some reason, when he saw Zhang Yong, Su Mu suddenly became vigilant.

Speaking of it, although Liu Jin and I are not friends, we have been together for such a long time and have a pretty good relationship.

Speaking of which, although Liu Jin is narrow-minded and has a bad reputation, he has an advantage and is very kind to his own people.But this Zhang Yong is a hypocrite, and his scheming methods are all superior.

Su Mu would rather deal with a real villain than a hypocrite schemer to talk nonsense.

His tone turned cold: "Eunuch Zhang came to look for Su Mu in the middle of the night, do you have an order."

Zhang Yong did not expect Su Mu to be so indifferent to him, obviously it was not expected.

He was stunned, but still looked at the situation in the room with a smile on his face: "Mr. Su wrote it so quickly, that's it, Long Live Lord entrusted me with the task of engraving and printing "Dream of Red Mansions" into the inner library. I Didn't you come here to discuss with Mr. Su to see how many words you can write every day and when you can deliver the manuscript?"

He applied for this errand on his own initiative. Zhang Yong had figured out the emperor's thoughts to the fullest, and knew that Long Live Lord had already fallen in love with this novel. Familiar, this is a great opportunity!

Besides, he was able to establish a relationship with Su Mu, a future upstart foreign official.

Why not kill two birds with one stone?

When Su Mu heard what Zhang Yong said, he took a deep breath: "Deliberation, are you here to urge the manuscript?"

Zhang Yong still smiled brightly and kindly: "Mr. Su, don't get me wrong, I really don't mean it. It's really a matter that the Lord Long Live told us. We slaves can only do our best. Sir, you have to accompany the prince every day Reading, you can’t write manuscripts during the day, and you can only write a few strokes at night. I don’t know how many words Mr. Su can write every day? This is also the will of Long Live God, how dare you not obey it?”

"Isn't this here to urge the manuscript?" Su Mu was a little annoyed. It's a bit hateful that this guy actually used the imperial decree to suppress people.He replied coldly: "My speed is not good now, I can only write two hundred words a day."

"How is it possible?" Zhang Yong still had the same smiling face: "During the day, the Lord Long Live summoned Mr., and in just a moment, Mr. wrote about a thousand words without adding anything. From this point of view, writing two or three times a night A thousand words is nothing to worry about. Sir, Zhang Yong will come to collect manuscripts every night. If there is anything you need, it’s okay to say it.”

Su Mu: "You, you, you, you look carefully..."

He was so angry that he laughed. In the modern society, he heard people say that people from publishing houses or film and television companies would directly take authors to hotels and lock them up in order to press for manuscripts, and they were not allowed to leave until they finished writing.Unexpectedly, when I traveled to the Ming Dynasty, this dead eunuch would do the same for me.

Seeing that Su Mu was unhappy, Zhang Yong lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing that eunuch Zhang didn't say a word, Su Mu felt a little strange: "Eunuch Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

No one answered.

"Eunuch Zhang, please raise your head."

Zhang Yong raised his pale face too much.

But he saw that his eyes were reddish, with tears rippling inside.

Su Mu was shocked: "What's the matter, why is the father-in-law like this?"

Zhang Yong burst into tears suddenly, "Wow!", and then knelt on the ground with a common cry, "Long live, long live!"

Su Mu was frightened, Zhang Yong cried whenever he wanted, for no reason, it really caught people off guard.

Su Mu hurriedly helped Zhang Yong up: "Eunuch Zhang, what's wrong with you, why are you so sad?"

"Wuwu, Lord Long Live, my Lord Long Live!" It was fine if Su Mu didn't ask, but when he asked, the tears on Eunuch Zhang's face poured down like a stream and fell on Su Mu's hands.