The best grandson of Nongmen

The three of them stared at Qi Lingling.

Qi Lingling said naturally: "Today we sold so many copies on the first day, there are so many people in the capital, and there are also other prefectures coming to purchase goods, so you should worry about yourself first."

Fan Mingzu: He seriously doubted that Lingling’s words were directed at him.

He is the poorest person here!

Yuan Anyu smiled slightly and said, "Yes."

Qi Wenming also immediately said: "A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, not to mention that the Hou Mansion is still in good condition."

Fan Mingzu was hit in the heart again, and these people rebelled too quickly.

"Are you writing a story?" Fan Xiucai appeared behind Fan Mingzu.

Fan Mingzu tensed up and wanted to put away the things on the table with embarrassment.

Fan Xiucai looked at him like this and sighed: "I am the one who makes money. You just have to study hard."

Seeing that his father's reaction was not serious, Fan Mingzu moved his eyes and said, "Dad, I found that writing a storybook is actually quite challenging. It's just like writing an article. When I started writing, I realized how little I knew. "

He smiled bitterly and said: "Lingling can write best-selling stories casually, but I can't."

In this way, I am not as good as Lingling, a little girl.

Fan Xiucai stared at him and said: "Lingling is a genius just like Da Lang. We don't need to compare with such people."

"But you were right about what you just said. Writing a storybook is not easy, so you should focus on studying instead of doing things that you are not good at."

In the end, Fan Mingzu was still unwilling to write his own storybook, which made Fan Mingzu a little disappointed.

"Okay." Fan Mingzu still agreed.

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Fan Xiucai looked at him and did not continue talking.

But after returning to his room, he sat at the table and meditated.

When Ming Zongniang saw him sitting aside, she thought she had something on her mind and whispered, "Ms. Ming, what's wrong with you?"

"Did something bad happen to you?"

Fan Xiucai came back to his senses and said: "It's okay, you can rest first."

Ming Zongniang stared at him worriedly.

Fan Xiucai could only say: "I was thinking about writing a storybook."

Ming Zong's mother's eyes moved and she asked, "Is that kid Ming Zu writing a storybook?"

"Yeah." Fan Xiucai said slowly.

Ming Zongniang said quickly: "My husband, don't be angry. It was because I saw the two children next door making money that I wanted to write. You should be more reasonable with him. The money at home is enough."

It's enough if you save a little.

Fan Xiucai said: "I told him, I don't know whether he listened or not, but I thought maybe I could also write a storybook."

He met Ming Zongniang's eyes and sighed: "I know you were worried after following me to the capital. Although it was not as relaxing as I imagined after coming to the capital, the experience during this period still changed my mood. , I have made progress in my articles, but if I just rely on the father and son to study a few taels a month, the family is too tight."

"How can you write a script?" Ming Zongniang knew that this serious scholar would not touch the script if he wanted to take the imperial examination in the future. It might leave hidden dangers in the future.

Seeing his wife so nervous, Fan Xiucai said slowly: "Don't worry, I will do the writing of the storybook quietly. As long as you don't tell me, and I don't tell, no one will know."

Tao. "

"Besides, your worries are unnecessary. This storybook needs to sell well in order to become famous. Ordinarily, who will pay attention to it? Besides, it is not certain whether you can pass." After all, being able to read and write does not necessarily mean you will be able to pass. Writing storybooks is a skill that specializes in.

When Ming Zongniang saw that Fan Xiucai had already decided, she couldn't stop him and could only stay up late with him.

Fan Mingzu didn't know that just after his father persuaded him, he started writing.

By the beginning of autumn, eight thousand copies of the first volume of "The Road to Immortality" had been sold. Wenqing Book Company had its own printing workshop, otherwise Chang Neng would definitely not be able to keep up.

Many of them are purchased by businessmen from other places. The wholesale price is dozens of yuan lower than the price of single copies, but the profit is still considerable.

Qi Lingling received more than 500 taels from the dividend.

Qi Wenming said enviously: "Lingling, you are now a rich little woman."

"Have I not always been a rich little woman?" Qi Lingling raised her eyebrows.

She calculated the number of subsequent volumes. Even if the money was less than this, she could still make a lot. She immediately looked at Yuan Anyu eagerly and said: "Brother Yuan, we handed in the second volume today. When we get back, we will quickly finish the second volume." Three volumes will also be written.”

Yuan Anyu smiled and nodded.

Fan Mingzu remained silent. With 500 taels, he could buy a house in the capital. For a moment, he felt that he was really useless.

"Are you okay?" Yuan Anyu noticed that his mood was not right and said slowly.

Fan Mingzu said quietly: "I just feel that I am quite useless."

"It's strange that you actually say that you are useless. Let me tell you, I am still with Lingling. I am not unconfident, so you have to be confident." Don't think that he is not confident.

You know, Fan Mingzu just envied them for making money.

That's right, the books he Qi Wenming wrote have sold hundreds of books in total. Today, Rong Wenxu finally urged him to continue writing.

In fact, he has been drafting it in his mind for a long time.

Suddenly, he stared at Fan Mingzu with bright eyes.

Fan Mingzu leaned closer to Yuan Anyu. This look in his eyes was not a good thing.

"Don't hide. Don't you want to make money? I'll give you a chance." Qi Wenming said cheerfully.

Fan Mingzu felt unreliable when he saw him like this. He twitched his lips and said, "I don't do anything illegal."

"Tch, who do you think I am?" He has now moved closer to the scholar, okay?

"I'm not good at writing. In addition, Lingling has to write a third volume. Dalang must help Lingling. There is no one to help me write the book. Yes, you write it for me and I will pay you." Qi Wenming said slowly.

"How much will you pay me?" Fan Mingzu's eyes moved quickly.

Qi Wenming rolled his eyes and said, "The books I wrote are not as popular as Lingling, and I don't make much money. How about this? How about I give you [-] taels of polishing fee?"

Yuan Anyu glanced at Qi Wenming. Compared with his previous five taels, it was less than half.

Fan Mingzu also knew how much money Qi Wenming had earned before, and this time Rong Wenxu asked Qi Wenming to continue writing, and the price could only be higher or lower. He shook his head and said: "No, I not only write, but also describe the stories to me. Finally, I have to sort out some things myself, and two taels are too little."

Qi Wenming frowned and said, "How much do you want?

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"Five taels!" Fan Mingzu gave a psychological price.