Wu Tang Flourishing age

No matter how much Zhang Baicheng despises this "Journal", with the two wonderful Liaozhai stories of Laoshan Taoist priest and Xiangyu as the content, the packaging is actually not important. Even Zhang Baicheng, who reads these two stories at one go, has to admit that it is very wonderful.

However, Zhang Bocheng thinks he is a scholar. What can't a scholar see most? Naturally, it is such a strange novel that has no basis, no classics and does not follow the Enlightenment of saints.

"Cough, ling'er, I'm not a father. You should read less of these strange novels. As the chief official of the prison, although you have lost your career in this life, you must not lose your ambition to make progress. Even if you can't become a real scholar, don't you return me or Ding Ding? You should set a good example for Ding Ding. I'll keep this journal for you Don't lose heart. Oh, here's the first issue, which means there's a second issue? "

"Well, it should be, and this child can't be sure." Zhang Ling held his breath. If the person in front of him was not the old father, he would spit in the past with those sermons.

"There's really something else. Well, if there's a second or third issue, you can send it to my father at the first time. Don't think my father is seduced by these extravagant words. My father just wants to see how shameless the people who write these stories are!"

"What the father said was that the child wrote it down."

"Just write it down. Go. Don't influence the poetry chanting for your father here. Yes, you petty officials can't be on the table after all."

That is, Zhang Ling was brought up by Zhang Baicheng since he was a child, so he can't help it. If someone else wants to come forward, he will give Zhang Baicheng two ears and say that petty officials can't get on the table. Isn't this calling a bald donkey in front of a monk?

"Obviously I just like watching and pretending. Mom, if you hadn't asked me to take care of him on your deathbed, I wouldn't have been able to help distributing him!"

Zhang Ling, who was extremely oppressed in his heart, committed an occupational disease without paying attention. When he came to a place beyond Zhang Baicheng's sight, he took out a journal from his arms.

"It's good-looking in the accident. It's not enough to watch it several times. Alas, why don't there be flowers and plants of hundreds of years in my yard."

Sure enough, as long as the relationship between men and women is added, it is often easy to attract people's reverie, even Zhang Ling, the first official of the prison, not to mention ordinary people.

Even Wu Chengdu didn't expect that the story of Liaozhai caused such a storm in Anning county. In fact, he and Zhou Lin predicted that the first issue of this shoddy journal, which was sorted out according to Li Luoyang's meaning, could sell 100 copies in Anning county. Even if it was successful, he didn't expect that on the third day, a steady stream of people came to the bookstore to buy journals.

In this way, the happiest person is Zhou Lin. not only can the bookstore print day and night, but with the increase of printing times, the cost of engraving is also apportioned to an almost negligible degree. In this way, for each periodical sold, the bookstore has a deposit profit of ten copper plates. Such a high profit has not appeared for Moxiang bookstore for many years.

"I almost have to set up a incense table to worship my ancestors. This time, my ancestors have a spirit."

Because of Wu Cheng's visit, Zhou Lin temporarily got out of his printing work and received Wu Cheng, a distinguished guest and good friend.

"What ancestral revelation! I think you'd better go to Liao's courtyard to find Luoyang Xiaoyou and ask him to write the following story as soon as possible."

Wu Cheng had a hard time these two days. On the one hand, he was shocked by the people's acceptance of such stories. On the other hand, he was itchy and couldn't wait to see more Liaozhai stories.

"Cough, Lord Cheng, haven't we tried this? Luoyang just won't write it out. What can I do?"

"Well, anyway, he promised to take out two new stories in seven days. It's been two days. I think I can stand it. I didn't come to you today. I mean the 500 journals I ordered from you."

"There are too many orders. Everyone in the bookstore is in use. You see, even I am covered with ink, but I still can't catch up with the sales speed, so I'm afraid I have to wait for the 500 copies you want." speaking of Zhou Lin's bad intentions, he thought that the digestion capacity of Anning county was limited, so he promised to print 500 copies to Wucheng first, Now, in order to make money, this dishonest practice is greatly against Zhou Lin's conscience.

"No, no, no, I mean, it's best not to print now. I want to use better paper and more exquisite layout, so you can count all the cost increase on me." Wu Cheng said with a smile.

"More exquisite layout and paper? Didn't you say that this kind of story was useless after reading it? Don't you need good paper?" Zhou Lin couldn't help asking.

"Well, I was negligent."

In fact, Wu Cheng did not expect at the beginning. After reading the story of Xiangyu, his wife carefully wrapped the journal in silk and satin and was found by him. When he asked his wife why she wanted to do so, his wife replied: such a story is worth collecting, let alone the first issue, which is more valuable.

In this way, Wu Chengcai found that he still underestimated the attraction of the story to ordinary people. Since even his wife loved it so much, he originally planned to print 500 ordinary editions for people with similar or higher status. Now it seems that he may have to change the way. After all, if it is used for collection, that version is not cost-effective.

So Wu Chengcheng came in a hurry. Fortunately, Zhou Lin didn't have time to print.

"I'm really looking forward to the next story in Luoyang, but I'm also looking forward to my relatives' surprised expression when they see that such a story is actually written by a ten-year-old boy."

Li Luoyang didn't know that the story of Liaozhai he used to dig gold had caused a storm in Anning county. In the past two days, he didn't step out of the gate. He was intent on mastering Yuchi Gong's breathing and breathing skills.

However, people's habit inertia is very strong. If a normal ten-year-old boy's difficulty in changing his breathing and breathing habit is ten, then as a walker who lives for two generations, Li Luoyang wants to change his innate breathing and breathing habit, and the difficulty is suddenly raised from ten to 100!

For this reason, although Li Luoyang has made every effort to overcome the side effects of breathing and breathing, he still hasn't made progress in the past two days. He is still gritting his teeth and insisting. However, even Zhu Ying has no interest in his "practice".

The two old ladies at home regarded Li Luoyang's behavior as "insane". Out of their ignorance of the host's house, they were not good to speak without authorization. Instead, they were another "guest". They finally broke out after lying on the snowy roof for two consecutive days!

"No, this boy is too stupid! Two days, I haven't mastered such a simple way of breathing and breathing for two days. In this case, when will I finish the task? No, I can't wait any longer. I'll be crazy if I wait any longer."

The graceful Wu girl with excellent martial arts pinched a pink fist on the roof of Liao's courtyard. Yesterday, she had sent a letter to her father by flying pigeon. If he promised to change people, it would be best. If not, she thought it would be best to speed up Li Luoyang's martial arts practice. As for whether this would lead to "encouraging seedlings" and bring hidden dangers to Li Luoyang, it was not her concern.

"I failed again. How can I succeed?"

Li Luoyang, who has lost his shelf, is paralyzed on the stone table and looks up at the stars. At this moment, he hopes that the divine skill of "enlightening" in the novel exists.