I'm writing novels in Liaozhai

After waking up, nothing happened.

It's already dawn.

Gu Ming rubbed his eyes, fetched water to wash his hands, and then went outside for breakfast.

After returning to the thatched shed to rest for a while, I put my stuff on my back and went out to set up a stall.

Today's luck seems to be pretty good. After noon, three copies of Du Shiniang have been sold out one after another.

Calculated in this way, including the six copies from He Yongliang's side, 22 copies have already been sold.

The momentum is still good, and there is hope to complete the task ahead of schedule.

the same moment.

He Yongliang was speaking hard.

But this guy doesn't follow the script, but he has processed it to make it more colloquial, so that the common people can sound more exciting.

"Let's say that Du Shiniang was originally the daughter of an official family, and she looks like a water spirit.

It can be said to be one in a thousand, beautiful as a flower.

The figure is even more tsk tsk, and she can seduce the soul of a man at a young age.

What is even more amazing is that there is a natural body fragrance

It's a pity that the family died unfortunately, and she was sold to that kiln at the age of 13."

The dignified teacher Fang has become a brothel in this guy's mouth

"Who is so hateful?"

"Kill a thousand swords!"

All the tea guests couldn't help cursing angrily.

He Yongliang took the opportunity to take a sip of tea.

"Snapped!"

After slapping Xingmu, everyone fell silent on the spot.

"At that time, Du Shiniang really complained that every day should not be done, and that the earth would not work."

Seeing that everyone was mesmerized, He Yongliang suddenly stopped and yawned deliberately: "Ah, I'm a little sleepy."

"Hey, don't make trouble, why are you sleepy at this time?"

One of the tea drinkers knew it well: "Routines, all his mother's routines!"

"That's right, forget it, big guys who have money pay, and those who don't have money clap."

After speaking, someone started touching money.

Some people took the lead, and some generous tea drinkers also took out one or two.

"Hey, since everyone is so enthusiastic, let's talk about it again."

Of course, it is impossible to finish the story even if it is told for another paragraph.

According to He Yongliang's plan, this story has been processed and polished by him, and it will be squeezed slowly, and it will not be finished in ten days and a half months.

After all, today is pretty good, and I got nearly sixty rewards.

"Okay, I'm really tired today, everyone, I'm sorry, let's continue tomorrow!"

After leaving the teahouse, He Yongliang went straight to the south gate to find a fellow senior brother to sell Du Shiniang.

"Senior brother, 150 seems a little expensive, but you really can't afford to lose, and you can't be fooled.

You see, I talked about a short paragraph today, and tea customers tipped almost a hundred."

The brother couldn't stand the flicker and paid 150.

He Yongliang didn't stop, and ran to the east gate to find his storyteller.

"Master, just take care of your disciples. What is 180 to you?"

Two days later.

In the morning, He Yongliang excitedly ran to Gu Ming's booth.

As soon as the person arrived, he shook a bulging cloth bag like an idiot: "Guess, what's inside?"

"Stone!"

Gu Ming was overjoyed in his heart, but on the face of it, he replied calmly as if nothing had happened.

"Eh? Are you humiliating me?"

He Yongliang slammed the purse heavily onto the stall: "Count it, six hundred and one is a lot!"

really!

Gu Ming grabbed the money bag like a money fan and counted it carefully: "One-five, ten, fifteen, twenty"

There is no way, the task is in hand, and one less day may affect the completion of the task.

Counting twice in a row, it is indeed not bad.

"Okay, I'm here first to give you money, and second, to get a few more books."

This time, He Yongliang didn't just get a book for nothing.

The five books sold more than 700 copies in total, not only earning one book for nothing, but also earning more than 100 yuan for nothing.

Of course Gu Ming couldn't ask for it, and said with a smile: "Just take it, but it's still the same sentence, no matter whether you sell it or not within seven days, you must give me money."

"I can't do without you."

Chapter 12 Sorry, you have to pay royalties!

Before I knew it, another two days passed.

Early in the morning, the sky is full of sunrise.

"Business must be good today!"

Before going out, Gu Ming encouraged himself.

In the past two days, five more books were sold, and with the five books that He Yongliang took away, there were only eighteen books left.

The dawn has come.

In another six or seven days, the mission should be accomplished.

Before they went to the stall, and before Gu Ming could solicit business, a middle-aged man hurried over: "Boss, are you selling Du Shiniang here?"

Look at this question.

I don't sell people here, only books!

Of course, ideas belong to ideas, but what comes out of the mouth is: "Yes, yes, 120 one by one."

"Give me one, his grandma's storyteller, who whets people's appetite every day, can't wait."

The middle-aged man took out money while complaining.

"Yes, yes, take it back, and you can look at it however you want."

Count the money, get the book, and make the deal!

Have a great time!

"Hey, scholar, give me a copy."

Wu Laoqi also seemed to be a little moved, and said with a salivating face.

"Give me the money and do whatever you want!"

"What are you doing knocking on the door like that? The old man didn't take it away, so I'm just here to watch the time."

"no!"

Gu Ming flatly refused.

With the character of this old guy, after reading it, he might go back and copy a copy, and then sell it for 34 yuan. It is not impossible.

"you"

"Come, come, don't miss it when you pass by"

Gu Ming ignored it lazily, and began to shout at the top of his voice.

"Eh? Du Shiniang, let's go and have a look."

Obviously, with the help of several storytellers, Du Shiniang's story has gained a certain popularity, and immediately, several women gathered around.

"Let me just say, that man of mine seems to be possessed by a demon these two days, and he just keeps talking about Du Shiniang when he has nothing to do."

"That's right, the one in my family ran to the teahouse as soon as he dropped the bowl"

As the saying goes, if you sell money or not, you have to make money.

That is, popularity matters.

Most people like to surround themselves with excitement, especially under the background of poor entertainment activities in ancient times, this phenomenon is particularly prominent.

In addition, the story of Du Shiniang has been slowly spread in the county, so more and more people surround it.

It's a pity that many people watched, but no one took action.

Gu Ming thought about it and started to play with marketing skills: "Everyone, there are only a dozen copies left, and I don't know how long it will take for the next one to arrive. As the saying goes, buy first and enjoy first."

After some agitation, someone finally started bargaining.

Gossiping and repeatedly lowering the price, Gu Ming could only insist: "One hundred, one really cannot be less."

"Okay, let's get a copy!"

"I'll just buy another one. It's more interesting to read it and then listen to it."

At any rate, there were still a few who could read, and two of them bought a copy each.

Afterwards, it was still luck, and five more copies were sold one after another. Gu Ming was so happy that he couldn't even type the advertisements from ear to ear.

There are only ten copies left.

Will it be sold out tomorrow?

At noon, another copy was sold.However, the flow of people on the street has clearly begun to decrease.

Based on this situation, Gu Ming reckons that maybe he can sell two or three copies in the afternoon, and there should be no problem for the remaining few copies tomorrow.

Just when I was about to go to eat, a man who looked like Sisi, about [-] years old, came to the stall.

"Brother, do you need calligraphy and painting?"

"Well, let's see first."

The man directly picked up a copy of Du Shiniang.

After watching a short section, Gu Ming realized that something was wrong with this person.

When other people read a book, they either read it quietly, or shake their heads, or murmur, all of which can be understood.

But this man, while humming, gestured with his orchid finger

Could it be a bitch?

Originally, this wasn't about Gu Ming's business, what the hell are you doing to me?

But this man has been watching for a long time, which makes people a little uncomfortable.

So, Gu Ming coughed dryly, and asked: "This brother is so excited to read, how about a book?"

The man just came back to his senses, and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I got into the drama for a while."

She really is a bitch.

Mostly it was Du Shiniang's role.

"Hehe, I understand."

Gu Ming smiled meaningfully.