I became famous for writing ridiculous stories in ancient times

Fu Wenyu saw the Liuzhou tabloid at home.

Unlike modern newspapers with clear characters, beautiful layout, pictures and paintings, this ancient version of the newspaper not only has smaller paper, but also has larger characters and much less content.

For example, there are only three stories in the storybook that Fu Wenyu is most concerned about.

One article is "The Woodcutter" which he also likes very much. The author is Mr. Sanliu. Another article written by Fu Wenyu also looked familiar. It seemed to be "The Romance of the East Chamber" that he had read at Kaiyuan Bookstore that day. A book about a lady selling dowry to support her husband's imperial examination, and then her husband died of illness after passing the exam, and then his husband became the consort. The author is a person named "Sun Xiucai". I don't know if this name is a pen name or a pen name. I am a distinguished scholar.

The last article was Fu Wenyu's "The Dove Occupying the Magpie's Nest: It's Hard to Tell the True and False Young Masters". As for other places in the newspaper, in addition to the usual poems and songs, the names of some shops and brief introductions were also printed.

For example, the most conspicuous place is printed on a restaurant called 'Fugui Restaurant'.

The writer understands the psychology of diners very well and has printed all the restaurant's signature dishes and flavors. For example, there are more than ten kinds of dishes related to sheep, such as 'Sheep's hoof and bamboo shoots', 'Wine-steamed sheep', 'Five-flavored apricot cheese sheep', etc. If you don't like eating mutton, there are also 'Crab Stuffed with Orange' and 'Steamed Bamboo Shoots'. You can choose from various kinds of chicken, duck and fish including goose.

They are either crispy, delicious, or rich in aroma, making people drool just looking at them.

Fu Wenyu looked away with difficulty. He felt that after his filial piety, he must go to this restaurant with his family to try new things and let the waiter serve a portion of every signature dish.

Now he should concentrate on reading the script.

The three stories printed in the newspaper all have only one beginning, and each article is about 3,000 words long. The progress of the other two articles was slightly faster, but his article only finished the 3,000-word story about Grandma Zhang’s son-changing.

The guy who delivered the newspapers was Zhang

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two.

Not only did he deliver the newspaper, he also brought a bunch of things to Fu Wenyu.

"Wen Yu, these thirty taels are a thank you gift from our boss. Thank you for giving him this 'serial' and 'advertisement' idea. Some of the other things were given by my boss, and some were arranged by my uncle. I Uncle said, your 'advertisement' idea is really good. Our boss wrote all the good dishes of his restaurant in the newspaper, and a lot of people came to visit. "

"So now if anyone's shop wants to be printed in the newspaper and let people in the twelve counties across the state know, they have to pay the Liuzhou tabloid people a sum of money. They are all very happy."

Fu Wenyu didn't expect the unexpected surprise of thirty taels.

He happily collected the banknotes, but after listening to Zhang Er's words, his boss didn't pay attention to the "serialization" of these story books, and only focused on the "advertisements" that could bring customers. .

This is not surprising.

The owner of Kaiyuan Bookstore just hasn’t realized the charm of serialized writing yet.

Fu Wenyu did not express any further opinions to the Liuzhou tabloid. He took out the 20,000 words he had revised and said to Zhang Er: "Brother Zhang, you happened to be here, so I will give you the next manuscript. I am writing now When it comes to the critical part, I can finish it in about half a month.”

What he gave to Zhang Er was the second revised version, and the plot just progressed to the part where Wang Fugui beat someone to death.

The total of the two manuscripts is 40,000 words. According to the current printing speed of more than 3,000 words once every five days, these 40,000 manuscripts are enough for them for two months. After some time, Fu Wenyu finishes writing the storybook "The True and False Young Master", and then he can use the printing cost to sell it before the newspaper publishes the finale. There will definitely be readers who want to read the ending in advance. of. The more widely the newspaper circulates, the more of these people there will be.

Then Fu Wenyu's goal was achieved.

After all, in ancient times when there were no novel websites, authors could only earn higher income by selling books. The more books they sold, the more royalties they would receive.

Zhang Er didn't think so much. He was overjoyed when he learned that Fu Wenyu had written new content. "Wen Yu, show me quickly." He reached out to take the manuscript and couldn't wait to flip through it. When he saw the wonderful things, he couldn't help but marvel.

"good!"

"Wen Yu, you wrote so well!"

"Let me tell you, a lot of people like this storybook of yours. Our boss divided the storybook according to your advice and printed a chapter every few days. Now people have come to buy it."

At this point, he suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Young Master Liu, have you heard of him? He is the famous 'Liu Dandy' in Liuzhou City. His father is the one who promotes people."

Fu Wenyu knows this person.

"I know, we heard about him before when our family still lived in the city."

After all, it is rare for someone to have four fiancées die in a row. After hearing that his fourth fiancée fell into the water and died, all the matchmakers in Liuzhou avoided meeting him. This 'Liu Dandy' and the silly son of Landlord Chen's family were so avoided in Liuzhou's blind date market.

Seeing that Fu Wenyu had heard of Master Liu's name, Zhang Er did not introduce much, but said: "Master Liu likes the storybook you wrote very much. I asked someone to ask about the rest of it the next day."

"I heard he wasn't very happy that it wasn't finished."

"Wen Yu, hurry up and write more." Zhang Er reached out and patted Fu Wenyu on the shoulder, encouraging: "I heard from my uncle that some book sellers have come to ask about the tabloid, and then those teahouses in the city Washe, let us send a few more copies, saying that their customers like it very much."

"My uncle said that when the tabloid sells more in the future, he will give you some money!"

This is what Fu Wenyu likes to hear.

He nodded immediately, "Go back and tell Uncle Zhang that I have a plan for this storybook and will be able to finish it soon. I will send it to him after it is all written."

Because the Liuzhou tabloid is printed once every five days, the manuscripts that Fu Wenyu sent before and the current 20,000 words are enough for them to use for a long time, so he said this with full confidence.

After sending Zhang Er away, Fu Wenyu found Zhou with something.

"Mom, this is given by the owner of Kaiyuan Bookstore."

"This, so much?" Zhou, who was sorting out the silk threads for making velvet flowers with Fu Rong, looked at the brand new thirty taels of silver notes and the snack box on the table and asked in surprise.

"Wenyu, why did the bookstore give you so much money again?" As far as she knew, her son was busy writing storybooks recently, and he would show them to them after writing a paragraph. He had no intention of writing a second book.

There is nothing to hide about this matter.

Fu Wenyu took out the Liuzhou tabloid directly. Zhang Er brought two copies this time, so he gave one to Zhou and explained, "Mother, you see, this is the latest Liuzhou tabloid."

"My storybook is printed on this tabloid, and in addition to my storybook, there are also storybooks of two other people printed on it. Of course, the most important thing is these advertisements, which you can understand as notices. The owner of Kaiyuan Bookstore printed the name of his shop and what he sells on it, and it really attracted new customers. So in order to thank me for this idea, he gave me this thirty taels of silver."

"By the way, this newspaper is five cents a copy."

"Zhang Er said that their boss didn't charge for this copy and gave it away. The second copy has just started to be sold. Now it sells less, so there is no extra money for me, but when it sells more in the future, I will get some more."

However, because the newspaper is not expensive, and there are only a limited number of people who can read in Liuzhou, Zhang Er just said that the royalties he will get at that time will not be too much.

This was also within Fu Wenyu's expectations.

After all, he came up with this idea just to quickly expand his fame and sell more storybooks. According to the literacy rate in ancient times, as well as the cost and price of Liuzhou tabloids, the share he could get was limited.

"This, this, it can be like this..."

Zhou was very surprised.

She knew that her son was writing storybooks, and even read about it, but she didn't expect that he could get a lot of money for giving an idea to the bookstore, which was more than what her husband earned when he was alive.

This surprised and delighted her, with mixed feelings.

Fu Wenyu didn't think so much. As usual, he gave the banknote to Zhou and asked her to keep it. Then he said, "Mom, should we build a few more rooms?"

"The place we live in now is too small."

Fu Wenyu looked around and said, "Mom, you see, because there is no main room at home, guests have to go to my bedroom when they come, which is very inconvenient. And the kitchen is just a simple thatch, and it will leak when it rains. Now our family has fifty taels of silver, right? Why not ask someone to build a few more rooms, which will be more convenient in the future. Not only will there be a place to entertain guests, but my sister can also live in a room by herself, and I can also have a separate study room."

According to his understanding, the mourning in this era is not so strict that you have to live in a hut in front of the grave, eat vegetables and tofu every meal, and never eat oil and water. It is not allowed to take the imperial examination, get married, or hold a big wedding, but it is still okay to just want to build a house so that the family can live more spaciously, and the government will not care.

It is impossible for the descendants to live without living after the elders pass away, right?

So when she heard Fu Wenyu say this, Zhou nodded, "That's right."

"But you still have to ask your grandfather about building a house. Your mother is a woman, and you are still young. For such a big thing as building a house, you still have to ask your grandfather for help to make a decision."

Fu Wenyu thought about it and felt that what she said made sense.

Building a house is not like buying a house. You just need to pay for it after you have chosen it. Instead, you have to start from buying bricks and tiles, laying the foundation, and putting up the beams. Fu Wenyu and Zhou, one has never built a house, and the other has never built a house, so they are not suitable candidates. And if he wants to find someone, Fu Wenyu can only think of the clan leader and Fu Dashi.

The clan leader is not suitable, and his favor cannot be used at this time.

So Fu Wenyu simply took a bag of snacks and went to the upper room to find Fu Dashi.