Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

"Why not, don't you sell novel books in the old man's store? But I think you have something wrong here!" The ancient bookstore was a one-stop package of printing, retailing, and wholesale. , If the variety is complete, it will be easy to do business. How can someone deliver the manuscript to the door and push it outward?

Su Mu was very puzzled.

"It's not easy to sell, it's hard to do business?" Boss Lin sighed: "Young master, it is said that this is a business secret of our store, so it is not easy to tell outsiders. But you are Mr. Shao's student, and Mr. Shao is a young man. I don’t hide from you the most respected senior scholar; moreover, it is said that books are not easy to sell, and all bookstores know about it, and they are not afraid of being known.”

"Losing money, isn't there a lot of people who read this kind of book?"

"My lord, have you never read the novels before?" Boss Lin asked back.

"I've read some, not many." Indeed, apart from the four great classics and a few outstanding works from Ming and Qing Dynasties, Su Mu really hasn't read many such books.

"That's it." When Boss Lin mentioned the script, he was full of resentment: "In the past few years, there were indeed a few good scripts, and they sold well, and the writers also made a lot of money. Among them, A failed scholar whose pen name is Siyin Shanren is especially good at writing. A book of 100 to [-] characters can be written in half a month. A house with two entrances and more than [-] acres of fertile land. Up to now, he is a rich man. Many people see that this business makes money quickly, regardless of whether they have the ability, as long as they can read a few words, they dare to write do."

"The problem is, he doesn't know what to write. In other people's books, he writes about a down-and-out scholar who was divorced because of his poor family. He also writes about it; Well, he also imitates cats and tigers. At the beginning of all the books, there must be a poor scholar who was divorced by a powerful old man. Then, this scholar worked hard to study, became the top student in high school, and finally won the beauty."

The more Boss Lin talked, the more excited he became: "This kind of book is the same. It's okay to read the first few books, but after reading a lot, it's just like that. What's more, readers read and read, and even read a few books. Confused, looking back and thinking, ah, the stories in these books are all the same!"

"As soon as there are so many books about divorce, everyone is tired of it. When they read it, damn it, he is a poor scholar again, and immediately lost their appetite. Since they don't want to spend money to read the bland and tasteless bagasse that has been chewed thousands of times .”

Su Mu was amused when he heard that, readers like to read YY books, but there are too many similar books, and they are also tired of aesthetics.

"Old man, where is Fengyue Book?" Su Mu asked casually.

"Fengyue Shu, it's okay if you don't talk about it, I will get angry when I talk about it." Boss Lin snorted: "Who likes to watch the things between the master and his wives and maidservants in ordinary mansions? Today's Fengyue books, if you don't write a few stories about stealing people, if you don't write about climbing ashes, who will read it? Write it, readers will read more, and the taste will become more and more serious. You steal the neighbor's sister-in-law today, and the family tomorrow A relative in the middle of the day, stealing the lady of the official family the day after tomorrow, and stealing it later is impossible to steal, so what should I make up?"

Speaking of this, Boss Lin sighed a long time: "To this day, I have written all the things that should be written in the novel. In my opinion, this thing has come to an end. So, the young master has to take care of the old man and give me the manuscript. Naturally happy. However, novels can no longer be published, if there are good stereotyped essays, you might as well send a few of them.”

Hearing this remark, Su Mu was dumbfounded, speechless for a long time.

What kind of novels have been written today and have reached the end of the road. The novels of the Ming Dynasty have only just emerged, and many famous novels will come out in the future.How can there be really good books published without a huge amount of rubbish text as the basis?

Only quantitative changes can produce qualitative changes. This boss Lin is too pessimistic.

"Really not?" Su Mu couldn't help asking, "How much is Shi Wen?"

"Ten texts."

"Shi Wen, why is this so? How much is it if it is a story book?"

"Storybooks usually cost ten taels a book. It depends on the sales volume. If a book sells well, it is possible for a book to cost tens of taels. The essay is only a few hundred words, and ten pennies is not bad. Sorry, I don’t want your book.”

Su Mu was frustrated for a while, it seemed that this way would not work.As for the eight-legged essay that costs ten pennies a piece, let's forget it. With my classical Chinese proficiency, it is estimated that the manuscript will be rejected.

Just as he was about to collect the manuscript and leave, Su Mu suddenly thought: No, Boss Lin complained just now that the current routine writing is really rampant, and he has written the novel to death.But my "Journey to the West" is different from the previous novels. Not only is the story wonderful, but it is also the pioneering work of ghost novels.

Before that, there were no novels about gods and monsters, and the similar "Sou Shen Ji" was just a collection of short stories.

Thinking of this, I am sure.

He gently pushed the manuscript over and said with a confident smile: "Don't talk too much, old man. This is just the beginning of Chapter 1. You might as well read it. If you really feel good, you can come to me."

Then he left his name and address, and said solemnly: "Actually, I came here because you have an old relationship with my mentor. Actually, there are still many bookstores in Baoding City."

After speaking, he drifted away.

Seeing Su Mu's back and thinking of his confident smile just now, Boss Lin felt a little unhappy, and coldly picked up the dozen or so pages of manuscripts and threw them into the wastebasket next to him: "Su Mu, right? I'm not a fool, how could I write a book to accompany money for nothing. If I didn't see Mr. Shao's face, it would be a waste of saliva to say one more word to you. "

At this moment, a young man walked in, just in time to hear Boss Lin muttering to himself, and asked with a smile, "Uncle, who made you angry again, that person just now? Is he called Su Mu?"

It was Boss Lin's nephew who came here. He is now in charge of proofreading in the study workshop, and he has also read books for several years.

"Exactly, according to him, Mr. Shao's student."

"Which Mr. Shao?"

"Which Mr. Shao could it be, the county learns to teach Yu."

"Su Mu, this name is familiar, and he is Mr. Shao's student." After thinking for a while, the young man slapped his head: "I remember, it turned out to be the transparent sumu Su Ziqiao from this county examination."

"Is this person famous?"

"Why is there no name? He has become famous recently. It's not because he won the first name. In fact, you know it too. It's the same thing when the boy tried the county and the mansion. The key is that Su Mu wrote a good poem. I Read it to you." The young man shook his head and said: "The willows in Zhangtai are as green as clouds, and the southern branches will be given to you as soon as I remember. The east wind has thousands of miles in one night, and the poor catkins have already flown. Good poems, good poems, don't let Tang and Song Dynasties, For the past few days, my nephew's head has been filled with the chants of this poem, and he can't stop for a moment, he is almost insane."

Boss Lin's eyes flashed brightly when he heard the sentence "The Dongfeng people are thousands of miles away overnight, and the poor catkins have already flown."