I became famous for writing ridiculous stories in ancient times

Liu Changmiao reluctantly put "The Woodcutter" on the table.

"Sure enough, the storybook still depends on Mr. Sanliu. If I had known that Mr. Sanliu would publish a new storybook this month, I would not have stayed in Jiangzhou for so long. Although Jiangzhou is quite interesting, the storybook is not good-looking."

"By the way, are there any other good story books in the past two months?"

Zhang Er knew the things in the bookstore very well. After hearing Liu Changmiao's question, he immediately replied: "Yes, yes. Sun Xiucai also published a new version of the story last month, called "The Story of the East Chamber", Xiao I’ll find it for you right away.”

But "The Romance of the East Chamber", which also sold well, did not stay in Liu Changmiao's hands for long. After flipping through a few pages, he threw the storybook on the table with disgust.

"It's those things again, and he doesn't change them in different ways."

"Forget it, wrap it all up."

Zhang Er wrapped it up in good temper. He had long been used to Liu Changmiao's attitude.

The Liu Changmiao in front of him was the youngest son of Liu Juren in the city. Because he spent generously and spoke without restraint, he often offended people, so he was secretly nicknamed "Liu Dandy". It's really not surprising at all for him to do something like this that doesn't give anyone any face today.

However, while Zhang Er was wrapping it up, the corner of his eye suddenly glanced at a pile of papers behind the shelf. It was the Liuzhou tabloid that had just been driven out last night, and he immediately slapped his head.

"Ouch, I almost forgot something."

"Master Liu, there is a new thing in our bookstore, and it also has a storybook."

Without waiting for Liu Changmiao to speak, he pulled out a tabloid from the pile and said, "Look, this is the 'Liuzhou tabloid' printed by our boss and several other nobles."

"There's a storybook on it too!"

"real?"

Liu Changmiao originally retracted his hand after hearing "Liuzhou Tabloid", but stretched out his hand again and took the newspaper, which was twice the size before, with hesitation. Because he doesn't like poetry, poetry, or literate articles, he never read this tabloid in the past. Even if he did, he would only read the anecdotes on the street.

"How dare I lie to you?"

"Master Liu, look, this article is the "Woodcutter" you just read. Of course, you have already read "The Woodcutter". It's not surprising. What I want to talk about is another article."

Zhang Er skillfully pointed to a certain part of the newspaper and said: "This article is a new story book collected by our shopkeeper. It is called "Jiu Occupying the Magpie's Nest: It's Hard to Tell the True and False Young Masters"."

"Didn't you just think that Mr. Sanliu's "The Woodcutter" was too short? This news story is already very long. I heard from the shopkeeper that it will be three times as long as "The Woodcutter"! Our boss has decided that from now on "Liuzhou Tabloid" will print all the best stories, and today is the first time."

"Master Liu, you are the first guest we see!"

""The Dove Occupies the Magpie's Nest: It's Hard to Distinguish between the Real and the Fake Young Master"?" Liu Changmiao held the tabloid and read the long title word for word, and then read out the pen name written by Fu Wenyu.

"A steamed bun costs two cents a piece?"

"This name is so weird."

Liu Changmiao complained: "I have seen many people named after Mr. Sanliu, such as Mr. Yiliu and Mr. Sanshi, but this is the first time I have seen him name himself 'a mantou two cents a piece'."

"Is he so poor that he can't even afford steamed buns?"

"Haha, I don't know about this kid." Zhang Erqian laughed twice, and then explained: "This is a newcomer. When he sent the storybook, I was lucky enough to read it. It is definitely this one."

He gave a thumbs up and praised it without hesitation, "I think this story is not inferior to Mr. Sanliu's "The Woodcutter"."

"Our boss has said that today's tabloid will be delivered for free without charge."

"Master Liu, can I make one for you?"

"Then wrap it up." Liu Changmiao said casually. Since it was not Mr. Sanliu's storybook, he had no intention of reading it right away. He asked the boy to take the stack of storybooks that Zhang Er had packed and returned after paying the money. Home.

The Liu Mansion is a relatively large mansion in the entire city of Liuzhou. The main reason is that the Liu family is from a scholarly family and has considerable wealth. Moreover, Master Liu's biological father, Liu Juren, is well-known and is a guest of the magistrate.

After Liu Changmiao returned home, he first went to see Mrs. Liu, Mrs. Liu and others, and then went out to gather with some friends who knew he was back. After the sun went down, he came back unhappily.

"Master, the kitchen has made some new snacks. Do you want to use some more?" the boy asked enthusiastically.

"If you don't eat, I'm so angry. That Sun Datou is really bullying others! I won't go to any place where he is from now on!" Liu Changmiao sat down depressedly and poured himself a glass of water.

"Bring those notebooks."

When he is in a bad mood, he likes to immerse himself in the world of story books. The boys have long been accustomed to this, and as soon as he finished speaking, a stack of story books was presented to him.

Liu Changmiao looked through them one by one and complained while reading.

"Well written, that's how it should be, rush up and punch him!"

"What kind of rubbish is this? Does it do nothing but write crooked poems?"

"This one looks good, but it's too short."

After looking at it, when the candles were lit, Liu Changmiao had already devoured the seventeen or eighteen storybooks he bought this time. Except for three or four books that he praised a few times, the others were criticized, especially Sun Xiucai's masterpiece "The Romance of the East Chamber". Liu Changmiao threw it to the ground after reading it halfway, and even rushed up and stepped on it.

"You left your wife at home, then went to Beijing to take the exam, and met the princess by chance?"

"Is the princess blind? She actually fell in love with this kind of person. He can't do anything but write poems. The clothes he wears are made by his wife."

"You rotten bastard! Shameless!"

After scolding him like this, Liu Changmiao calmed down.

Then he casually picked up the last copy, which was the "Liuzhou Tabloid" that Zhang Er had given.

He first carefully read the street anecdotes and store advertisements in the tabloids. Regarding the latter, he muttered a few words in surprise, to the effect that he had never seen it before. Is this store really so delicious? I have to try it tomorrow. Taste this. Finally, he deftly skipped the poems, songs and imperial examination articles, and his eyes fell on the storybook mentioned by Zhang Er.

"Swapping? Interesting."

"Wang Fugui, Zhang Goucheng, Wang Jiafu, Zhang Jiaqiong..."

"This old nanny is so disgusting, and the Wang family is too stupid to recognize my own family. Such people deserve to be deceived. Zhang Gou Sheng is really pitiful."

"Hey, why is there no more?"

Young Master Liu was just seeing the rise, but there was no follow-up. He turned over the paper in disbelief and found that it was really gone. This article stopped at Zhang Gou who was transferred to the Zhang family. He was crying loudly, but the Zhang family ignored him, and the eldest sister of the Zhang family secretly pinched him.

Stopped here?

On this day, there were many people who felt the same way as Master Liu.

Because this issue of Liuzhou Tabloid is reprinted and given away for free, not only old readers have seen it, but also many new readers. Especially those in teahouses, tile houses, etc., they would originally buy some and put them in the building for people to watch. After giving them away for free, as long as they are literate, basically everyone will have one.

At a time when story-telling novels are generally limited to tens of thousands of words, readers have no concept of "serialization." They bought one copy and read them all in one glance. Even those that are longer and divided into upper and lower volumes will be printed together, so if you can't afford them, you won't miss them.

For this reason, many people were surprised after reading Fu Wenyu's storybook.

"Hey, why is there no more?"

Someone else waved to the waiter and said in an ordering tone: "Waiter, what is this Liuzhou tabloid? Give me another one!"

"Just get the one at the back, don't take the wrong one."

The waiter looked embarrassed, "Uh, sir, this is the last portion. It was just delivered this morning and it's still warm. Would you like me to get you the front portion?"

I still know what kind of guest the previous one represents, and I suddenly felt dissatisfied, "You mean there is no more? Isn't it because the story book has not been finished yet?"

"How could this happen?!"

After cursing for a while, the man asked reluctantly, "Well, what about that? How many days does your tabloid print? Will it be available tomorrow? Where can I buy it?"

"What?! One serving for five days!"

"Why are you so slow? Hurry up and urge them to write!"

Waiter: "..."

He wiped the sweat from his head, knowing that such a guest could not be reasoned with, so he hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, I will send someone to hurry me up right away. I'll go right away."

When he got downstairs, he thought for a moment before finding the shopkeeper, and whispered: "Shopkeeper, several guests today asked about the news version of the Liuzhou tabloid..."

He recounted the story, focusing on the guests' dissatisfaction with not seeing the follow-up.

It was not the first time today that the shopkeeper heard the clerk say this. He pondered for a while and then said: "Well, go and tell Kaiyuan Bookstore and ask them to send more next time."

Five cents a piece is not expensive.

After buying it back, in addition to putting a few copies in the teahouse to circulate to regular customers, it will also be sold for takeout. After all, some customers will also want to order a single copy for themselves, so this transaction cannot be a loss. Not to mention that if you buy more, the bookstore will give you a low price.

The more the shopkeeper thought about it, the more he thought it was feasible, so he ordered the clerks to tell them that when a customer asked them about it again, in five days, there would be more "Liuzhou Tabloids" in their teahouse, and there would definitely be a few more customers by then. official.