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"With your level, how can you come up with such a story?" After being stunned for a moment, Lu Yaowen became very curious.

"I like to use my brain." Weng Xiaoxiao said as if it was a matter of course.

"How about you dictate and I write it down? If it's all wrong words, I won't be able to read it!" Lu Yaowen made a constipated face.

Weng Xiaoxiao cursed in her heart. She had studied for more than ten years, but after traveling through a book, she became illiterate and was even laughed at by a nerd. Where could she go to seek justice?

Can't even explain!

"I'd better go back and write. I also need to organize the language during the writing process, right? I don't want to take up too much of your time. As for printing, you said there is a way, right?" Weng Xiaoxiao interrupted.

"You go to Wangyuezhai and talk to the shopkeeper. I can't come out."

Weng Xiaoxiao understood immediately that a scholar should not do such a shameful thing. After all, the storybooks were not orthodox books.

"Okay, I'll go and negotiate. We'll split the money in half. Um, can you read the Thousand Character Classic to me? I'm not sure about a lot of the words."

Not sure?! Just say you don’t know him. Lu Yaowen couldn’t help but rolled his eyes.

"Just read it once?" Lu Yaowen didn't think the boy in front of him was a child prodigy.

"Okay, please go slow and give me time to take notes." Weng Xiaoxiao took out a piece of carbon stick as if nothing had happened, and prepared to mark the pinyin for the words he didn't recognize.

It looks like that, but it's just very weird.

"Stop, please tell me the previous sentence, what is the waxing of the sun and the moon?"

"The sun and the moon wax and wane (ze)."

"Thank you. Please continue."

An hour later, the marking was completed.

Lu Yaowen had reached the limit of his patience. If it weren't for the good self-cultivation he had developed over the years, he would have thrown Weng Xiaoxiao out long ago.

Weng Xiaoxiao was also very sorry. She didn't expect that she didn't know many people. Seeing Lu Yaowen about to explode, she felt it necessary to show her teaching results. "Sir, let me read it once, please listen."

Without waiting for Lu Yaowen to speak, Weng Xiaoxiao started reading on her own.

Lu Yaowen, who was standing by, gradually calmed down from his frenzy as he listened. He was not very skilled in reading, but he managed to finish the reading despite his stumbling, and he did not make any mistakes, which was a bit unbelievable.

"You read it with the help of these symbols?" There was some surprise and surprise in his voice, but more of curiosity. When I was learning, it took me a year to finish this book, and I read it over and over again countless times before I could memorize it.

Weng Xiaoxiao could see and understand why Lu Yaowen was surprised, but there was no point in teaching him pinyin. Nowadays, teaching is passed on by word of mouth, and pinyin is not used at all. In the beginning, because the pronunciation of dialects in different places was very different, the country formulated a unified pronunciation standard for the convenience of language communication. The birth of a "Xinhua Dictionary" consumed the efforts of countless people. Without the power of the country, it would not be promoted.

"This is a mnemonic I came up with to help you remember the pronunciation. If you want to learn it, I can tell you about it when I have time."

Lu Yaowen didn't say whether he would learn or not, he just stood there stiffly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I have to go back to see my mother. I've been out for too long. Bye." Weng Xiaoxiao bowed, put away the book and left.

This kid... is really weird, he knows things I've never heard of before, and the stories he tells are also weird...

Unable to figure out the reason, Lu Yaowen didn't waste his time and took advantage of the good light to read for a while.

......

When it was getting dark, the family of four in the main house came back carrying their belongings, and they all looked very tired.

"Aunt, I boiled some water, you can drink it yourself." Weng Xiaoxiao had boiled a lot of water for cooking just now, so she gave a pot to Lu Yaowen and kept the rest warm on the stove.

Aunt Chen put down the box and stretched her sore shoulders. "Thanks, little brother."

"Just call me Weng Xiao."

They are all ordinary people trying to make a living. They are enthusiastic and help each other, making them very good neighbors. Weng Xiaoxiao is very satisfied living here.

After breakfast the next day, Weng Xiaoxiao went to Wangyuezhai on South Street.

It was much bigger than the bookstores I had been to before, with two floors. The four treasures of the study took up one room, various classics took up another, and miscellaneous books and travel notes took up another room.

Weng Xiaoxiao felt like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. He had a pile of pens, inkstones, and paper, but he didn't recognize any of them. Seeing him like this, the waiter didn't take the initiative to introduce anything to him. There was no need.

Forget about the classics, go to the second floor and stop at the miscellaneous books.

I casually flipped through a few of them and found that the handwriting was clear and the binding was exquisite, and the quality was no worse than that of serious books.

"My dear, did you print these books yourself?"

The guy looked at Weng Xiaoxiao, smiled and nodded, without asking any further questions.

"I have a good story here, would you like to accept it?"

"Of course we have to collect good books, but as for whether they are good or not? That depends on what our shopkeeper says."

Weng Xiaoxiao's lips curled up slightly, "Which kind of stories sell better now?"

The young man still kept smiling, "The books we publish here are all selling well. We have all kinds of them, which can meet the needs of all kinds of customers."

The servant's attitude was excellent and impeccable. He was so tight-lipped that he said everything and revealed nothing.

This store is not simple.

"Does the shopkeeper read half or one-third of the review document?"

"In this small shop, you need to see the whole book, so that you can make a good evaluation." The waiter was still smiling, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant.

Haha, it’s all up to them!

Well, as a newcomer with no fame, I can only rely on my own ability. Weng Xiaoxiao stopped asking questions and went to look through the bookshelf. She wanted to see what the current level of books was.

Judging from the works handed down from the Ming and Qing dynasties, the stories are not complicated, but they are good in writing. It is not good to involve the kings, princes, generals and ministers in the feudal dynasty. If someone were to randomly place them in the story, it would be unjust. It is better to write about strange stories or cultivating immortals, which is safer.

After having a general idea of ​​the subject matter and browsing through the books for a while, Weng Xiaoxiao left the bookstore.

Storybooks can make money quickly, but that is only for people of reputation. For a newcomer, even if she becomes a hit, it will take time for her to get her share of the money. She can't just sit back and enjoy all the money.

Weng Xiaoxiao walked very slowly along the way, looking around carefully. There were small vendors selling all kinds of things on the street. This dynasty might have reached the most prosperous period of the feudal dynasty.

There are all kinds of snacks, such as steamed buns, steamed buns, dumplings, wontons, etc., but I have never seen her sell any food on the street.

It's really not easy to make money, Weng Xiaoxiao couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.