[Red Chamber] Buddhist concubine

When I first read the novels, I didn't feel much. I just felt that the beginning of those novels could mobilize her emotions, which made her almost forget about it and almost read down.

Now that I write by myself, I realize how difficult it is to write a beginning that can firmly catch the reader's attention and want to continue reading.

Thanks to Zhou Yao who memorized a lot of tomes back then, she trained her memory and was able to remember the beginnings of the novels she liked before. Otherwise, even if she wants to make a living by writing novels now, she must be staring blankly.

Cui Palm looked anxious: "Aunt Yao, do you still remember the story behind? Can you write it down? Or tell the maidservant where to buy those scriptures? The maidservant has not sent home the moon silver for the past few months. , if the book is not expensive, the servant will grit his teeth and at least be able to buy a copy."

Zhou Yao: "..."

Write it yourself?Give me a break!

Most of the novels she likes are online novels with millions of words, and the ones she writes are naturally the beginnings of those novels.Now, she only wrote a little over [-] words, not only did she spend three days, but she also felt pain in her hands and back, everywhere.If you want to write the stories of those novels...

And she will like these openings, also because they all have a kind of pioneering surprise.

But it has been several years since she read these novels for the first time, and she can't remember the specific plots at all. Even if she wants to write them all down, she has no ability at all.

So Zhou Yao directly rejected Cui Palm's request: "I have long forgotten the plot behind it, and I can't write it. As for where I bought those scripts..."

She looked at Cui Palm and smiled, "I forgot."

Cui Palm looked aggrieved: "Aunt Yao, don't tease your servant. This servant really likes Mr. Qiao. If you are kind, please tell this servant where the scriptures are sold, is that okay?"

Hong Zong was also a little anxious: "Aunt Yao, just tell us."

Seeing that the two of them really liked the beginning, Zhou Yao became serious: "It's not that I didn't tell you which bookstore this novel was sold in. I really don't know." She paused, and suddenly thought of something , the pupils lit up, "Although you guys like this opening very much, in fact, no matter which bookstore and bookstore this opening is sent to, no one will accept it. You will like it just because it is written by me, so I always write it. At the beginning, the requirements were lowered, but in fact, those bookstores depend on the writing and rhetoric to print books."

She took the manuscript and handed it to the two of them again, "Forget about the story itself and look at these words and sentences. Do you think someone will actually publish a book and sell it in a bookstore?"

Cui Palm didn't care about the writing style, she said angrily without even reading it: "This story is so good, how could no one want to print it and sell it? Could it be that the owners of those bookstores are blind and deaf, so they can't see this story?" Can stories make big money?"

Although Cui Palm is a bit reckless, he is not stupid. How could he not know that those bookstores sell scriptures just to make money?And she is super confident in this story, and feels that as long as it is published in a book, it will definitely sell for a lot of money!

Hong Zong was calmer. After hearing Zhou Yao's words, she immediately took over the manuscript and began to read it.

Removing the filter at the beginning, Hong Zong calmed down and put aside the story itself and only looked at the writing, and compared the beginnings of the scripts sold in the market with those written by Zhou Yaomo in his mind.

After a long time, she raised her head with a disappointed expression: "Mr. Qiao's story really doesn't look like something that bookstores are willing to print and sell."

Zhou Yao was helpless: "It's still red and brown and rational. I also accidentally picked up some waste manuscripts, so I was able to read these stories. But in fact, no matter how good-looking these stories are, they will be rejected by those books if they can't pass the level of writing. Puka is dead."

Even in modern times, online novels have always been criticized for being straightforward and "unwritten", let alone ancient times?

But the words are straightforward and popular, which is one of the charms of online novels. If they are as refined as published novels, it is not certain whether so many people will like online novels.

Cui Palm stared, still unconvinced: "The shopkeepers of those bookstores are absolutely blind!"

Zhou was about to laugh, as expected, there was a reason why these novels became popular back then. No, even if they got the ancient customs that were completely different, there were still readers who bought it.

However, Nanny Guo was aroused by the diametrically opposed words of the two: "Aunt Yao, can you show me the manuscript?"

Zhou Yao looked at Nanny Guo in surprise, and made sure that she was really interested and not making fun of her, so she asked Hong Zong to hand the manuscript to her: "If Nanny Guo doesn't like it, please don't talk too much about it." Excessive, after all, these are stories I like very much.”

And the novel she likes, even if it was just once, she doesn't want to hear derogatory words from people around her.

As soon as these words came out, Mother Guo immediately confirmed that Zhou Yao said that these stories were not written by her, and that they were all true.After all, Red Palm Emerald Palm said a lot of bad things about the stories she wrote before, but Zhou Yao didn't say anything at that time.

She nodded and took the script over.

After watching for a long time, Nanny Guo frowned.As Zhou Yao expected, she just glanced at it and felt that these stories were really unsightly.Whether it is the choice of words or sentences, or the dialogue of the characters, or even the plot, there is a sense of absurdity, which makes people feel unhappy.

But thinking about what Zhou Yao said just now, she held back, and just said: "Indeed, even if these stories are sent to those bookstores, it is impossible for anyone to take the risk of printing them into books for sale. Firstly, they may not be sold, and secondly It may affect the reputation of the bookstore and bring infamy for the bookstore."

Cui Palm was stunned: "Nurse Guo, are you serious? It's just a book to pass the time. How could it cause the bookstore to become famous?"

Nanny Guo shook her head helplessly: "This kind of brushwork doesn't look like it was written by a scholar at all. Instead, the author looks like a reckless man who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth after knowing a few words."

There are still very few people who can read in this era, and most of them are illiterate.However, those who can buy scriptures and read them at home are all scholars, at least they used to be scholars, and they all have the pride of being scholars.

Even if they just write scripts, they also pay attention to writing and rhetoric.

Zhou Yao's beginning, regardless of other things, is indeed too rough, and it is impossible for literati to buy it.

Nanny Guo paused, and said with a smile: "However, if these stories are brought to teahouses and other places and handed over to storytellers, maybe they will be very popular."

Unlike reading a script and being able to read and write, there is no requirement for listening to a storybook.

Zhou Yao's eyes were shining brightly: "I didn't think of such a way!"

Guo Nanny was stunned: "What does Aunt Yao mean?"

Zhou Yao shook her head happily: "Before, I thought that when I wrote the story, I would pay someone to help me polish the story and change it into the style that those bookstores like."

When the time comes, the story will be available, and the writing style will also be available. Will those bookstore owners still refuse the money delivered to their door?

"But your words gave me another idea," Zhou Yao laughed, "I don't have to make money out of books, I can also write stories and sell them to storytellers, and then share the profits with the storyteller. gone?"

Of course, she still had an idea that she didn't say.

Merchants seek profit, even a place like a bookstore with a literati aura is no exception.If the stories she wrote and sold to storytellers are very popular, even those scholars with high eyesight like them, even if her writing is not as good as the literati of this era, those bosses will just hold their noses and ignore it for the sake of money. past.

The more Zhou Yao thought about it, the happier she became. She only felt that she had a bright future as this ancient heroine.

Of course, the premise is that she can write novel-level stories that are popular on the modern Internet.

A few people were chatting about the feasibility of writing stories for the storyteller, when they heard the little maid outside the door yell "Master is here".

Zhou Yao was stunned: "Lin...what is Master doing here?"

Guo Nanny quickly shook her head: "Perhaps I came to see the two ladies. Auntie, don't talk too much, the master may leave in a while."

Zhou Yao suddenly realized that she had given birth to two children for several days, and even Jia Min had visited twice, but Lin Ruhai, the father, had never visited once.I heard that the imperial court was busy with something and couldn't be separated. Now that I have time, I finally thought of my two daughters.

Zhou Yao hurriedly asked Red Palm and Emerald Palm to help her tidy up the small table and manuscripts.

But Lin Ruhai came very quickly, and went straight to the back room, and saw the manuscript at a glance.It's just that the purpose of his coming this time was not Zhou Yao, so he didn't take it to heart.

"These are my two daughters?" Lin Ruhai smiled, "Why are they so wrinkled, they don't look pretty enough."

Subconsciously, Zhou Yao wanted to turn back, but when she met Nanny Guo's gaze, she could only hold back the words that slipped to her lips.

The newborn child was already very red and wrinkled, and it wasn't just her daughter who was like this.And she is still twins, so it is naturally more serious than ordinary children.But Lin Ruhai, a father, not only feels distressed, but even calls her daughter ugly?hehe!

Worried that Lin Ruhai would notice the emotion in her eyes, Zhou Yao curled her lips and then simply lowered her head, looking out of sight and out of mind.

Lin Ruhai didn't know what was in Zhou Yao's mind. He finally got two daughters. Even though he thought the two daughters were not very good-looking, he didn't have any thoughts of dislike, on the contrary, he was full of joy.

That was just a joke.

He stood by the cradle and looked at the two children, but he still couldn't hold back, and leaned over to hug one of them.

"It's too light." Lin Ruhai exclaimed, and then he looked down at the other daughter, who seemed to be not much different from the one in his arms, his eyes immediately filled with distress, "Have you ever asked the imperial physician what is going on? Is the child of ordinary people so weak? Or is it just..."

He paused, then fell silent, "Or is it only my girls who look like this?"

The Lin family has been passed down from generation to generation, and occasionally one or two girls will appear, but it is said that they all look sick and weak.His two daughters should have followed the Lin family, so they are much weaker than ordinary children.

Thinking of this, Lin Ruhai couldn't help but blame himself.

The author has something to say: [-] today, the extra [-] is considered compensation for breaking the update, I hope you don’t mind, okay~