Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

He went to bed early last night, before dawn, Su Mu got up, drank some hot tea, and felt his whole body was full of strength.

Looking at the hazy east outside, it probably looks like four o'clock in the morning.

Go to bed at eight, wake up at four, sleep for eight hours, enough.Even if I was exhausted yesterday, I can recover after a night of sleep, and my body at the age of nineteen or twenty is fine.Su Mu remembered that when he was teaching in a university, as long as he stayed up all night, he would have no energy for the whole day the next day.

I rubbed the ink again and continued to write the latter part of Chapter 2. Because I had to rush to work, I wrote very fast and didn't have time to think carefully about the words and sentences.

But this crazy writing, but wrote the status.

Unconsciously, I wrote about two thousand words, three pages full, and turned the 72 changes that Sun Monkey showed off in front of his classmates into a pine tree.

Turning her sore wrist, she was about to check again, but Xiaodie ran in in a panic: "Master, what time is it, why haven't you gone to the Hu's Inn yet?"

Su Mu was startled, it was already bright outside, probably already past [-]:[-] in the morning, and it was his third day to go to work, so he was late.

Writing this kind of thing seems to be very painful on the surface, but when you really fall into it, there is an indescribable pleasure.

Busily ran out with the manuscript.

"Hey, my young master, I saw you were studying hard earlier, so I didn't dare to disturb you. You haven't eaten yet! Take a bite before leaving!"

"No, it's too late."

Fortunately, Mr. Li in the account room did not come, and Hu Baihu was not there, so as not to be embarrassed when we met.

After sitting in the warehouse tent for a while, a clerk came to report that someone was looking for him outside.

After asking about the appearance of the person who came, Su Mu felt happy: Boss Lin should be here, and the only thing I'm afraid of is that you don't read it. As long as you take a look at my manuscript, you will definitely be unable to extricate yourself.

After leaving the gate of the warehouse, it turned out to be Boss Lin. This guy was dressed in a blue Confucian robe, standing out among a group of porters.

Boss Lin clasped his fists when he saw Su Mu: "Su Mu, Xiaoguan Su, so you are working as the accountant at Hu's warehouse. I went to your mansion according to the address you gave, but I couldn't find anyone. Knowing that you are here, I have come to find you, take the liberty, take the liberty."

Su Mu looked up and down at him, seeing that Boss Lin was empty-handed and didn't seem to have a large amount of money on him, feeling very unhappy.You have nothing to wait for the Three Treasures Hall, so you must be looking for me today because of the manuscript.

But it would be too insincere to just run over like this.If you don’t bring money, you should prepare some fruits and flowers!

He was slandering in his heart, but he said with a smile on his face: "Laughing, my family is poor, and I can only make a living as a tent for others. I planned to write some manuscripts in exchange for a few catties of meat to beat teeth, but I didn't want the old man to look down on me. Post my text."

There was a bit of sarcasm in Su Mu's words, but Boss Lin still had a smile on his face: "Su Xiaoguan, this place is too noisy, won't you invite me in?"

Go inside, forget it, don't talk about personal affairs in the workplace.

Su Mu pointed to a tea room in the distance: "There are goods and people inside, let's find a quiet place to talk."

Just talked to the same guy, and took Boss Lin to the teahouse.

What happened yesterday was really embarrassing. After entering the teahouse and ordering tea, the two of them exchanged a few words, but there was nothing to say, and the scene suddenly became cold.

Boss Lin offended Su Mu a little yesterday. As a scholar, he naturally knew that people in Shilin took face very seriously.It's not stereotyped novels, even if it's an ordinary novel, if a bookstore rejects the manuscript, it would be a shameful thing.

It is certain that in this way, the author's cooperation with the bookstore that rejected the manuscript will come to an end.

But you just rejected the manuscript yesterday, and today you come to talk about cooperation, isn't this just playing with people?

If you change anyone, it will be strange if you don't turn your face.

If it was an ordinary person, it would be impossible for Boss Lin to show his face to the door and let people smoke for fun.But Su Mu's writing is really beautiful. He pondered for a long time yesterday, and he couldn't remember how to write it next, and how Sun Houzi would get through this difficulty.

After thinking about it in the middle of the night, I could only lie on the bed depressed.

It's strange to say that as soon as I close my eyes, a monkey jumps around in my mind.After tossing all night, Boss Lin had dark circles under his eyes.

When I got up at dawn, I was in a better situation. When I thought of this situation, Boss Lin took a deep breath, and only then did I realize how powerful this "Journey to the West" is.

As a long-time published reader who has read thousands of volumes, he has long been numb to various types of novels. If possible, he would not even touch them.

But there is no book that can make him worry about it and make him unable to resist after reading it.

I have already had such a big reaction, if I were an ordinary person, it would be fine, and I would not be driven crazy and obsessed by this book.

If this book is printed, and if it is well publicized, it shouldn't be a problem to sell several editions.

Books in the Ming Dynasty were all printed using engraving blocks. After one engraving block was made, at most [-] copies were printed, and the handwriting would be blurred.

There is no need to sell too many, the third and fourth editions are more than 1 copies.With the quality of this book, one tael of silver per book...not two taels of silver per book is considered cheap.The cost of each book is only a few hundred renminbi, haha, it only takes half a year to earn more than 1 taels.

Nowadays, books are not easy to sell because good books are hard to find. In fact, the market is still very large.Now, such a book with the potential to be a big hit is placed in front of me alive, and if God does not take it, I will bear the blame.

"Haha, I'm going to get rich, 1 taels, no, maybe 2 taels... Who in this Baoding mansion can make so much money in half a year. When the book is finished, I will renovate the house at home. Buy him another few hundred acres of land... By the way, marry another concubine."

Boss Lin's eyes are full of golden light, and his throat is surging up and down. He is no longer as elegant as he was when he bowed his head and read "The Analects of Confucius" yesterday when "a scholar stealing a book is not considered stealing".

After laughing wildly in the room for a long time, he suddenly remembered that it would cost [-] words to write a book, but the manuscript in hand was only a mere ten pages, and he had to ask Su Mu for the rest.

Su Mu's side will definitely offer a price, and if they don't do it, they will take advantage of themselves.

But it doesn't matter, didn't Su Xiaoguan make it clear? It was also his first time writing an article, so he certainly didn't know the price of a good author in the market.

Besides, I also understand the temperament of scholars very well. Gentlemen don't talk about profit.

Wasn't it the same for me at the beginning, after repeated trials and failures, I became a merchant for my livelihood, and only then did I realize the benefits of gold and silver.If you didn't take this step back then, how would you know how wonderful the taste of a rich man is.

If Su Mu is also such a nerd, just send him a few taels of silver.

He is a well-known scholar, but he can still haggle over every detail with me, and he must investigate every penny. How can he lose the dignity of a scholar?

While laughing wildly, Boss Lin suddenly remembered what Su Mu said when he left the bookstore yesterday: "Actually, I came here because you have an old relationship with my mentor. Actually, there are still many bookstores in Baoding City."

Immediately, he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and yelled: "Oops, I forgot this. Most people will keep a draft for their composition, and they will shop around when they go shopping. If Su Mu still goes It will be troublesome if you pass through other bookstores. Others are not blind. You only need to take a look at this manuscript, and you will naturally recognize the beauty of it. They will definitely offer you a price. If someone gives you ten taels of silver, look at how Su Mu is. Wearing down and out, he is also in urgent need of money, so he may not agree to it."

So, Boss Lin immediately put on his clothes and rushed over to the address that Su Mu had left, only then did he know that Su Mu was the young master of the Su family's big house, and a well-known idiot in the county.

Regarding the legend of Su Mu being stupid, Boss Lin naturally scoffed at it. The fights in the big family have always been dirty, there are no rumors of any kind, and it is not surprising that a good-looking person is called a fool.

Besides, if Su Mu wrote such a good novel, would he be a fool?

Hearing that Su Mu wasn't there, he asked the land and came over.

But after sitting down and drinking two sips of tea, Boss Lin didn't know how to say this.He was eager to know whether Su Mu had been to other bookstores after leaving his bookstore yesterday, but he was afraid of reminding the scholar; he also wanted to ask Su Mu if he would sell the manuscript to himself, so that Su Mu would think he had something to ask for. For others, set a high price.

But it's not a solution to keep silent like this. After all, we must find a way to break this deadlock.

While hesitating, Su Mu beckoned to the buddy to bring over two pieces of fire.

Su Mu hadn't had breakfast yet, so he was very hungry, no matter what, he had to fill his stomach first, anyway, it was Boss Lin's treat.

Boss Lin hurriedly said: "Give me two yuan too, and some donkey meat." He also couldn't bear it because the grains of rice didn't stick to his teeth.

Su Mu: "Squeeze more, Boss Lin, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, have you?"

"It looks like Su Xiaoguan hasn't eaten either."

After speaking, both of them laughed, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

After taking a bite of the fire, Su Mu asked: "Boss Lin came to look for Su Mu early in the morning, and I accept your treat again. Cough, how can I ask the old man to teach you?"

What Boss Lin was waiting for was Su Mu's words, but everyone is a scholar, so it's impossible to make it clear from the beginning, your manuscript is good, I want to pay for it, it's tacky, it's tacky.

He stroked his beard and said, "I read your manuscript last night, and it was interesting to read. Although your book is about a monkey, it is new. It's a pity that the old man just saw a monkey enter the door to learn art, which annoyed me. Master’s section. On the surface, it seems that Sun Wukong is at the end of his life, but the protagonist always has to stand up, otherwise there is no way to write this book, but he can’t figure out how Su Xiaoguan will complete this story next. I'm not afraid of Xiaoguan's jokes, the old man has tried to write a storybook before, and he has some ideas about how to make up stories, so he came here to discuss with Su Xiaoguan."

Su Mu smiled: "Didn't the old man not want my manuscript? Why did you come over to discuss the manuscript with me?"

Boss Lin's face turned red slightly: "Although your book may not be good, it is not without merit. If it is revised properly, the story behind it is also good. I would like to take the risk of printing a new edition. Anyway, I have published it all these years. There are also many books that lose money. Can you lend me the next manuscript and see how the little official unbuttons it."

These words seemed sincere on the surface, but Su Mu sneered in his heart: Boss Lin is indeed a businessman. He obviously likes my book to the extreme, but he still talks about it unbearably.He also made a gesture of coming to discuss the revision of the manuscript with himself. People who don't understand really think that he is a famous editor in later generations.Not only that, it seems that he has taken a huge market risk for publishing this book, and others should be grateful.If I didn't know the height of "Journey to the West" in the history of Chinese classical literature, I might have been deceived by him.

Su Mu took out the manuscript he had just written from his pocket, and handed over two pages.

Boss Lin was holding half a piece of donkey meat on fire. When he saw the manuscript, he didn't care to chew it. He quickly threw it aside, took it, and quickly read it.

Seeing this, it really refreshed my heart, and my restless heart in the morning gradually calmed down, and I shouted: "So it is like this, three hits on the head, it was the third watch, and it was Sun who left the door behind his back." The monkey walked through the back door. I thought it was complicated, but in fact, the story should be like this, simple and direct, without so many tricks. Su Xiaoguan is worthy of being the head of the county, and he really has a beautiful chest."

Su Mu smiled and asked back: "Mr. Lin, does this article still need to be revised?"

"What to modify, this is the best way, and I can't think of anything to add, delete, and polish... What's the plot behind it?" Boss Lin responded, and then suddenly realized that Su Mu was still holding two pages of the manuscript in his hand.

At this point in writing, Wukong was finally taught the Way of Longevity by his master, but he couldn't figure out what the supernatural powers he learned looked like, so he suddenly felt curious.

"In the back, the monkey has learned to ride the clouds and the fog."

"That's natural. Once you have attained the Tao, there will naturally be highs and lows. Chaoci Baidi and Mu Cangwu are the supernatural powers of the fairy family."

"But there is something strange about this monkey's ride on the cloud? If I write like everyone else, how can I show my skills."

"What's so strange?" Boss Lin asked curiously.

Su Mu: "Isn't Sun Wukong a monkey? The hozen walks with a limp, and it's the same when flying through the clouds and fog. He has to do somersaults and somersaults. This is in line with his identity, isn't it?"

Thinking of the monkeys tossing and turning in the clouds, Boss Lin felt itchy and his breath became short of breath: "Show me the following manuscript quickly?"

"But I can't give you this manuscript." Su Mulian took back the two pages in Boss Lin's hand.

"Why, didn't I come to you early in the morning just to read the following?" Boss Lin couldn't help but yelled out.