I became famous for writing ridiculous stories in ancient times

Fu Wenyu didn't know that a large number of guests were coming. He and Zhang the shopkeeper sat in the house drinking tea and sighed that it was so quiet now.

It's suitable for reading.

So he took out the third and fourth chapters of "The Legend of the Divine Eye".

"Uncle Zhang, this is the third and fourth chapters of "The Legend of the Divine Eye." Because the second chapter was to be printed with the Liuzhou tabloid sold today, he brought it with him when he went to the city to study a few days ago.

According to the plan, he had to go to Jinshizhai in the afternoon to continue learning about antiques. So he sent the third and fourth chapters first to avoid affecting the printing.

"Oh, so fast." Zhang the shopkeeper took it and read it one by one.

At the same time, Zhang Er's warm welcome came from outside.

"Sir, are you here to buy the book of "The True and False Young Master"?"

"Please come in, please come in!"

"Sir, you also want to buy the book of "The True and False Young Master", right? The sooner you buy, the sooner you can read. You've come to the right place! Thank you very much for the ten taels of silver."

"Too expensive?"

"Not expensive, not expensive. You should know that there are only fifty sets in the whole city of Liuzhou, and forty-three of them have been sold out. Only these seven sets are left."

"If you don't buy it, there will be no more!"

"You want to buy it, right? Okay, I'll pack it for you right now!"

"Miss, do you want to buy it too?"

"No, no, no, how dare I look down on you? It's just that when I made the reservation, no girl wanted this hardcover book, so I was a little surprised."

"Please, please..."

"What? You want to buy two sets?"

"No, no, how could we not sell it? We open a shop to do business, I will definitely sell things."

"I will pack it for you right away."

"Sir..."

As he listened, Fu Wenyu suddenly remembered something very important, that is, he seemed to have not collected a set of this hardcover edition yet!

After all, it was his first book in ancient times, and it was of great commemorative value. If he took it back, his mother and sister would probably be very happy to see it. So he simply stood up and walked outside, and said to Zhang Er who had just sent the guests out: "Brother Zhang Er, give me a set too."

"You want one too?"

Zhang Er blurted out in surprise: "Such an expensive thing, a set costs ten taels of silver!" Although he persuaded every guest who came in to buy it, he was reluctant to do so.

Yes, the cost was only three taels, but it was sold for ten taels of silver...

Fu Wenyu actually felt a little distressed. He was only happy when he saw others buying it before, but now he was reluctant to pay for it himself.

But he quickly comforted himself that he had half of the seven taels earned by the bookstore, and he actually only spent six taels and five hundred coins, which was much cheaper than other customers.

Well, next time when I print a book, I should discuss with Zhang to leave a set of sample books for myself, after all, he is the author. In modern times, publishers give 20 sets of sample books, 20 sets for each book. If they print too many, they won’t be able to put the books in their homes.

While I was thinking about it, Zhang had finished reading two chapters and came out. After hearing the conversation between the two, he smiled and said, "No need to buy it, Wenyu, just take one set back."

"We made a lot of money from printing books this time, and it’s enough to leave you a set."

Fu Wenyu said happily, "Then I won’t refuse, thank you Uncle Zhang." It saved six taels and five hundred coins, not bad.

It happened that there were two wooden boxes left on the table, and Fu Wenyu didn’t pick and choose, just took one at random. Then he said goodbye to the two of them, thinking that he had finished his business, and prepared to go to Jinshizhai to study.

When he walked out of the gate of Kaiyuan Bookstore, he saw a carriage stopped, and then three or five young men got off the carriage lively, talking and walking towards the bookstore.

"Brother You, you have to let me see it first later."

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you here first?"

"I said it first!"

"But the carriage is mine. Without my carriage, can you come so quickly?"

"...Okay, okay, you go first. Brother You will see it first."

"Brother You, come on, there is only one set left!"

As soon as these words came out, the others immediately quickened their pace, surrounding a man in a green shirt and walking past Fu Wenyu inside, "Come right now, come right now, come right now!"

Fu Wenyu laughed and turned to walk towards Jinshizhai.

After staying in Jinshizhai for an afternoon, Fu Wenyu went home with a head full of knowledge.

Since their family often went to the city, Fu Wenyu discussed with Aunt Liu's family and asked them to wait for a while when they went to sell vegetables in the morning and came back after selling vegetables in the afternoon, and take them back by the way.

It was the same today.

Sitting leisurely on the ox cart, Fu Wenyu rested his chin on his hand to admire the setting sun, while thinking about the subsequent plot of "Legend of the Divine Eye" in his mind.

"Legend of the Divine Eye" is a standard cool story. If it were placed in modern times, it would be no problem to write 3 million words. Unfortunately, he is now in ancient times, and it is not good to write too long. For example, the story book "True and False Young Master" has only more than 130,000 words, but the serialization period lasts for half a year when only 3,000 words are printed each time. Later, some accidents occurred in the middle, but it took three months to print it.

So Fu Wenyu did not plan to write "Legend of the Divine Eye" too long.

Then the plot needs to be well designed.

In the next few days, he went to Jinshizhai to listen to the lectures of the masters while writing the storybook at home. At the same time, as the ten-day deadline has come, a large number of ordinary versions of the storybook "True or False Young Master" have been put on the market. Anyone in Liuzhou who cares about this storybook can learn about the ending from various channels.

Among them are old readers who have read Liuzhou Tabloid, and new readers who have not read it but want to know what storybook it is that can help Tang Yuanwai find his son, so they buy a copy out of curiosity.

Every day when Fu Wenyu enters the city, he can hear discussions.

Some discuss the plot.

"Who would have thought that the Zhang family was so scheming?"

"Yes, the things in the story are much more terrible than what happened in Tang Yuanwai's family." An elderly reader with children at home felt sympathetic, "Their plan was flawless. In the end, if it weren't for Bao Da Ren's keen observation, Wang Yuanwai would have recognized the thief as his son!"

"I was so scared when I read it that day, and I was sweating for Wang Yuanwai. With such a story, it's no wonder that the Huang family members were thrown into disarray."

"That's right."

There are discussions about characters.

"I like Zhang Gousheng the most. No, it's Wang Yishan. When everyone was convinced, he was the only one who thought of the evidence. No wonder he became a high-ranking official in the future."

"I like Mr. Bao. He is such a good official!"

"Wang Yuanwai is the best. He loves his son so much that he actually actively loses weight and becomes younger in order to prevent people from saying that Wang Yishan is not like himself."

"Can losing weight make you younger?"

"...Uh, it should be possible, right?"

Of course, not all the voices were praises.

Once, when Fu Wenyu went to the teahouse to pack tea eggs and other cakes to take home, he heard someone express a different opinion.

"What is "The True and False Young Master"? It's really nonsense and makes no sense!"

"How can a storybook be so sloppy?!"

"No poems or articles, no red sleeves to add fragrance, Zhang Gousheng is even more disgraceful. As a man, he is willing to degenerate and even washes clothes and cooks. How can this be possible."

"That old woman Zhang has no virtue of a woman at all."

"It's better not to read this storybook!"

Of course, in addition to these, some people complained that the storybook was too expensive, or regretted not getting the hardcover version. Because nowadays, the rich young masters in the city basically have a copy, and if you don't have one, you are embarrassed to talk to them.

Fu Wenyu laughed it off.

Even money has people who don't like it, so it's normal for his storybook to be disliked by some people.

Nothing can affect his good mood now.

Because the money is divided!

After all the hardcover editions were sold and most of the ordinary editions were sold, Zhang, the shopkeeper, sat down with Fu Wenyu face to face to discuss the division of money.

According to the original agreement, Fu Wenyu could get 30 taels for every 1,000 sets of ordinary editions. Now a total of 2,500 sets have been printed, so Kaiyuan Bookstore will give him another 30 plus 15, which is 45 taels.

As for the hardcover edition, Fu Wenyu came up with the idea and he also put a lot of effort from beginning to end. Without him, it would not have been possible to make it, and it would not have been possible to buy so many. So the agreement was that after deducting the cost, each family would get half, and each would get 50% of the profit.

The cost of one set was 3 taels, and the selling price was 10 taels, with a profit of up to 7 taels. Fifty sets is 350 taels. When calculating this, Zhang did not include the set given to Fu Wenyu, so he finally gave him 175 taels. Since the other party did not mention it, Fu Wenyu also accepted his kindness.

So in the end he took a total of 220 taels home.

Get rich!

On the way back, Fu Wenyu was very happy.

He remembered that after he woke up, he first drank bitter medicine for a while, and then planned on an empty stomach. After a few months, now his family not only has a beautiful house, but also has so much money.

It seems that I have not taken the wrong path, and things will get better and better in the future.

When he was at the door of his house, Fu Wenyu also ran into his second uncle Fu Qingshi who had just finished his meal and was out for a walk.

I don’t know if the other party was too tired during the autumn harvest, and he has lost a lot of weight. And not only has he lost weight, he also looks several years older, and he no longer has the spirit and energy when the family was separated.

When Fu Qingshi saw him, his expression was very complicated.

“Wen, Wenyu…”

“Are you back from shopping again?”

“Yes, the snacks in this shop are delicious, I bought them back for my mother to try.” Fu Wenyu replied casually. He didn’t want to greet Fu Qingshi, so he stretched out his hand to push the door.

“Second uncle, I haven’t eaten yet, I’m going back first.”

Fu Qingshi stared at Fu Wenyu closing the door in a daze. After a while, he suddenly gritted his teeth and turned back.

After returning home, Fu Qingshi did not go into the house, but turned into the kitchen and said to Liu who was washing dishes: "I just saw Wen Yu, he brought back two more packages of snacks."

"The eldest house is getting richer and richer. Not only does it have a new house, but it also has 53 acres of land. But we are getting poorer and poorer. This year's grain sales are not as much as last year."

"This can't go on!"

The bowl in Fu Er's hand fell into the water with a thud, and she was surprised: "Brought two more packages of snacks?"

She was indignant, "It's not enough that he bought a silver hairpin for the eldest sister-in-law, and he also said that he would buy a gold hairpin and a gold bracelet when he had money in the future. Now he brings back egg snacks every day?"

"Master, this life is unbearable!"

Fu Qingshi pondered, "We have to think of a way. We also have to make a lot of money and buy more land than the eldest house."

But what to do? The couple looked at each other.