Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

The matter was settled so that he could not refuse. The only good thing is that Emperor Liang still has a lot of government affairs to deal with, and I am afraid that he will not have much time to take a vacation this week.

But seeing his enthusiasm, Qiao Jing estimated that as soon as the accumulated work is done, Liujia Village, a small place with only a few dozen households and less than a thousand residents, will welcome the most important person in history. of tourists.

Because the travel plan was confirmed, Emperor Liang was so happy that he ate another bowl of green rice. The eunuchs who accompanied him out of the palace were all tearful: "Your Majesty has a rare appetite today, it's really great!"

"What do you mean by that sentence?" Emperor Liang laughed. "People are in good spirits on happy occasions! By the way, if the bookstore prints it out by then, remember to send a copy to the palace!"

Jing Xinglan forced a smile and said, "That's natural."

How happy Emperor Liang is, how regretful he is now.

Knowing that Emperor Liang would follow them to Liujia Village, he thought angrily, even if he tried everything, even if he pretended to be sick, he couldn't let Qiao Jing come over for this meal!

Qiao Jing himself didn't feel much, since Emperor Liang wanted to come, let him come.He only hoped that Emperor Liang would not think about building a summer resort in Liujia Village. Not only was it a waste of money, but it was also easy to cause trouble.

But he also knows that this is not something he can decide.Qiao Jing hesitated for a long time, and asked Emperor Liang side-by-side before returning to the palace at night, and Emperor Liang's reply made him feel relieved: "Don't worry, I'm here to have fun with the people, so naturally I won't bother the local people. It’s enough for someone to build a small building of about the same size next to you, you guys, you are not allowed to tell the surrounding people about my identity, and I have to go to the fields myself to experience the feeling of being a farmer.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the eunuch, who was still joking just now, immediately showed a terrified expression that was about to faint.

Seeing that it was getting late, Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan returned to the palace, planning to stay in the palace for one night before leaving.

The condition of the palace is naturally not comparable to that of a wooden house in the country. The furniture in the house is made of precious rosewood. There is a double bed of rosewood with exquisite carvings on the wall. cushion, and two soft pillows embroidered with festive birds.

Silver tall candlesticks were placed outside the bed. Although kerosene lamps had become popular among the people at this time, they were not favored by the princes and nobles in Daliang City.Therefore, expensive smokeless candles are still used for lighting in the palace.

The candlelight illuminates the room as brightly as day, and the bright red is reflected on the retina, giving people a very strong sense of déjà vu.

Qiao Jing opened her mouth and almost blurted out, "Is this a wedding room?"

I don't know if it's because of this room, or because today's experience is too rich. When it's time to go to bed, the two of them lie on the bed, their minds are very clear, and they don't feel sleepy at all.

So the evening conversation began as usual.

"So," Jing Xinglan spoke first, "Tell me, should I go buy a hoe tomorrow and prepare it for Brother Huang in advance?"

He even began to worry about what to do if Emperor Liang's hand, which has been reviewing memorials all the year round, was blistered by a hoe, and what to do if he was offended by the people of Liujia Village and became furious and wanted to punish the Jiuzu.

Qiao Jing sighed and said, "Let's not talk about the emperor, even if you are a white-collar student living in a modern city, tell me how many of them can really pick up a hoe and go to work in the fields? Don't they just go to the countryside to experience something new? You'll be tired in two days."

When he said this, Jing Xinglan suddenly became cheerful.

"What you said is true." He affirmed, "Besides, it is impossible for the emperor to stay in the suburbs of Beijing forever. The country cannot be without a king for a day, and it is impossible for all the civil and military personnel of the court to come to Liujia Village."

Qiao Jing felt that Jing Xinglan could not be allowed to continue talking, otherwise the man's crow's mouth would probably come true.He changed the subject and asked: "You have been in the city for so many days, have the things here in the bookstore been settled?"

"It's done," Jing Xinglan turned around, and took the young man's hand flatteringly, "The first printing will be out next week. The master of the bookstore means to let me print [-] copies first to test the water. If it doesn't sell well You won’t lose too much, but I told him to just add a zero and have confidence in your work.”

Qiao Jing withdrew his hand expressionlessly: "Don't make trouble, we have to hurry tomorrow."

"……Oh."

Although I miss seeing him for a few days, Jing Xinglan also knows that Qiao Jing is indeed tired today, so he can only regretfully give up the little thought that just came up.

It's just a pity that the old housekeeper carefully arranged this room, he thought.

"Let's set off early tomorrow," Jing Xinglan said. He has always planned carefully, and he feels that there will be no mistakes. "I have sent someone to watch over the bookstore, and there will be no problems. But if the seedlings in the field If you don’t water it, you probably won’t survive.”

"........."

"Why don't you talk anymore?" Jing Xinglan keenly sensed something from this silent response. He propped up half of his body on his elbows, lowered his head and stared at Qiao Jing who seemed to be lying flat on the bed as if nothing had happened, with a probing expression. He opened his eyes.

He knew Qiao Jing too well.

The more nervous and guilty the young man is, the more natural his expression will be, in contrast to his stiff body movements.Jing Xinglan looked at Qiao Jing's current appearance. If he crossed his hands in front of his chest, he would be able to cosplay the mummy's classic moves.

This looks like a guilty conscience!

Qiao Jing saw that he couldn't hide it, so he had to tell him about Liu Shiyi in a low voice.

At the beginning, Jing Xinglan could barely control his expression, forced out a smile and said, "It's okay, it's too late to replant the seeds now." But when he turned his head, he turned his body away and turned his back to Qiao Jing, silently like is sulking.

Qiao Jing also knew that he was protecting these seedlings every day in the field like a baby, and always felt a little sorry for the other party. After hesitating for a long time, he tentatively stretched out his hand and put his arm around Jing Xinglan's waist.

"Sorry... I didn't take care of it."

"It's not your problem," Jing Xinglan said coldly, "I hope that when I go back to the village, I won't let that surnamed Liu run into me again, otherwise I won't be able to spare him!"

But his mouth was ruthless, but it didn't prevent him from enjoying Qiao Jing's rare initiative to hug him in the slightest.

After going back, he thought silently, he must dig out the script in the drawer and study it carefully.

Qiao Jing didn't know that Jing Xinglan had discovered the little porn book she had hidden long ago, and thought that the man was simply depressed.He also couldn't think of what to say to comfort the other party at this time, so he could only silently maintain this posture of embracing each other in the dark, hoping that such company would make Jing Xinglan feel better.

Little did he know, where he couldn't see, the corner of the man's mouth was already grinning almost to the root of his ear.

But at this tender moment, Qiao Jing suddenly remembered something that both of them had forgotten——

"008..."

The two looked at each other and looked at each other.

At this moment, 008, who is far away in Liujia Village, is stretching out his cat's paws, tearfully gnawing on a piece of cold jerky in front of him, looking at the bleak and pale moonlight in the courtyard, full of grief and indignation:

What about people?

Where have all the shit shovelers gone? ? ?

When Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan left, they really forgot that there was 008 at home. During the daytime, the little black cat would coil itself up in every corner inside and outside the hut, euphemistically called "patrolling the territory". In fact, it is to lie down wherever you go, and to sleep wherever you lie down.

Compared with usual, the place where 008 sleeps today is relatively hidden. When Qiao Jing went back to find the manuscript, he didn't see its shadow at all. In addition, he walked in a hurry, so he didn't even remember to say hello to him.

After returning home, 008 was sulking for several days, and only showed them a dark cat's butt every day.It was Jing Xinglan who made it a necklace made of small dried fish and hung it around his neck, so 008 reluctantly forgave the two heartbreakers.

"Don't be an example," the little black cat angrily taught them, "Although I am not a real cat, but since I am the host, show me the sense of responsibility and sincerity of a shit-shoveling officer!"

Qiao Jing humbly asked for advice: "For example?"

"For example," 008 finished chewing a bunch, then wiped his mouth with a cat's paw reservedly, "have another bunch."

Qiao Jing: "...Okay."

The days went on so plainly, and Jing Xinglan would occasionally talk to Qiao Jing about the bookstore in the city.In Daliang, if a book wants to be sold after it is printed into volumes, there are usually two ways:

One is to sell it at a stall, together with other messy new books or unknown vernaculars, just like what they saw on that street; the other is to entrust a well-known big bookseller in the city to sell them. With a fixed source of customers and channels, the number of sales will be more, and not only in Daliang City.

These two have their own advantages and disadvantages. The former has lower sales costs, so the prices of books are cheaper. Many ordinary people in the city will visit the book stalls after tea and dinner, and buy one or two books for entertainment.Many poor scholars with little money in their pockets will choose this method to sell books, and it is also convenient for new books to gain fame.

The latter is expensive, and the price of the book is also expensive, but the sales range is wide, and the target groups are mostly wealthy families and young ladies with spare money.Their cultural level is relatively higher, and their requirements for scripts and plots are much stricter than that of ordinary people. There are few folk stories that can catch their eyes.But basically all of them are proficient in writing, ink and painting, which is equivalent to those modern authors and painters with big hands. Once they can be loved by them, this top-down trend is enough to lift an ordinary author from the bottom of his life overnight. push to the top of the mountain.

However, Jing Xinglan did not consider these two methods.

He has never been a poor man, it doesn't matter how much the cost is, the man directly spent money to set up a shop with the inscription "Jingshufang" in big characters, and the whole shop only sold books written by Qiao Jing alone.

On the first day of the new book sale, because of the vigorous lion dance and firecracker celebrations in front of the Jingshufang when it opened, many people watching the excitement nearby and merchants from the neighbors gathered together to see this book. What books is the store going to sell.

These days, there are all kinds of plagiarized, head-changing, unofficial legends of unofficial history circulating on the market. There are fewer and fewer good original manuscripts.

But no matter what, when a new store opens, it is still a big family with its own independent bookstore. There must be one or two good books to fill the place, right?

With such an idea in mind, everyone smiled and gathered outside Jingshufang to congratulate the boss on the opening of the store. While eating the free melon seeds and candies, they looked into the shop curiously.

Someone anxiously asked directly and loudly: "Boss, what kind of books do you sell here?"

The owner of the bookstore is a man in his thirties, with stubby hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looks like a good young man.His surname is Duan, and his single name is "Ran". He was originally an orphan, but because of a coincidence, he was adopted by the old housekeeper of the palace as his adopted son.

Being appointed by Jing Xinglan as the owner of the bookstore this time, Duan Ran is well aware of the importance of this errand, and when dealing with his colleagues, he naturally has 12 points of energy: "We sell books here. Don’t pay attention to any classification, just sell one kind——Please look at it!”

He took a deep breath and tore off the red silk covering the shop.

The people around the audience took a closer look, their eyes widened, and they began to chatter and discuss:

"Why is there only one book? Nothing else?"

"This, this... This old man has lived for so many years, this is the first time I have seen a bookseller doing business like this!"

"Who is this Yan Heqing? How can the bookstore only sell his books?"

"Isn't it a gimmick..."

"Tsk tsk, the world is so big, there are so many wonders!"

Even those colleagues who spent all day trying to play tricks for publicity could not help shaking their heads when they saw the same book in the whole shop: "It's a name, but it's a pity, it's not my own book. Is it a dead end?"

How good a book can make a bookstore do this?

Today, Daliang’s best-selling book has about one million copies printed, all of which are new novels written by booksellers. These are all hero stories familiar to the common people. The plot is exciting and the protagonists are all ready-made histories. figure.Those big booksellers use templates to create five or six such long-form books a month, and basically new books are released every week, in order to attract customers and keep them fresh.

Duan Ran saw the disdain in the eyes of his peers, he didn't pay attention to it, but cupped his hands at the other guests and said: "Guest officers and gentlemen, when you pass by, what you hear is what you hear, what you see is what you see, in this case, why don't you just buy it?" How about going home to see the last one?"

A customer asked: "Your store only sells one book, and we probably can't afford that price."

For example, at the street stalls outside, if one finger is thick, you can pick three books at will for ten yuan. New books may be more expensive, but they are not much more expensive.The prices in Daliang are enough for the common people to have enough money to buy a few books for entertainment every month, but the books sold by big booksellers are at least six or seven times more expensive than the ones on the street stalls, and ordinary people really can’t afford them. .

"Don't worry," Duan Ran said with a smile, "The new store opens, and our master is a benevolent master, so he fixed the price, just like the bosses around, ten cents a piece."

This is also the uniform book price of the shops on this street. Although Jing Xinglan can sell it at a lower price, or even make no money, it will inevitably arouse the hostility of other booksellers.Therefore, for the sustainable development of Jingshufang, he finally offered a basic price that everyone thought was unbelievable but accepted by colleagues.

"Ten cents? Just sell one copy?" The guest was surprised, "Then your master really doesn't intend to make money...give me a copy."

"I'll have one too!"

The colleagues around frowned. Hearing Duan Ran's words, these people immediately realized that there must be big people behind Jingshufang. No wonder they had the confidence to only buy one copy, because it didn't matter whether they lost money or not.

But in fact, Jing Xinglan's thoughts were different from what they had guessed.

It's not that he doesn't care about losing money or not, but he has never considered the possibility of losing money selling Qiao Jing's book.

"Boss Duan, please give us a copy too." The bosses of several other shops exchanged privately, and finally sent a representative to negotiate with Duan Ran in a friendly manner, "We also want to, uh, please read it This Mr. Yan's masterpiece."

Although he spoke politely, he still didn't think that this Yan Heqing could write such a shocking masterpiece.Because he has been in this industry for many years, and he has seen many well-educated people who think they can write blockbuster works, but they don't know what the current readers want to see and what they like, and the whole article is full of book bags. , Printed out as toilet paper too hard.

Writing a storybook also requires skill, he thought while paying the money, to be able to write a story that is suitable for all ages and has depth, that is definitely a rare genius in a century.

After receiving the book, the bookseller finally took a serious look at the title of the book.

But he was dumbfounded all of a sudden:

"Well, rebirth is so big...what's the big first phase?"