Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

In front of so many people, of course it is impossible for the bookseller to ask what the word reads, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

Fortunately, he was not the only one present with the same problem.A young man who simply came to sell books asked for everyone: "Boss, what is the word in the title of your book? Why have you never seen it before?"

"This is the Yunwen of the Xia Dynasty, that is, the ancient script." Before Duan Ran could speak, an elderly bookseller next to him stroked his beard and said, "Compared with today's text, it should be the character '梁' in Daliang. "

"In that case, isn't what Yan Heqing wrote—"

Everyone present gasped, and the way they looked at the book in their hands changed immediately.

Dare to write the official story of this dynasty, and even print it into a book and publish it publicly. The background behind this person is definitely not ordinary!

"I said," one person approached and asked the other bosses, "This Yan Heqing, shouldn't it be 'that'?"

He secretly rushed up and pointed, speaking in a very cryptic manner.

In fact, the meaning of the bookseller is also very simple, that is, the book is probably related to the imperial court.

Just like many sensitive topics in modern times, ordinary authors can't write them. Basically, relevant departments find famous writers and screenwriters to write customized articles, and then remake them into TV dramas or movies based on this.Therefore, although the market demand for these scripted novels is great, and the common people like to read them, not everyone has the ability to get in touch with these fields.

"Everyone, don't think too much," Duan Ran cleared his throat, "We Jingshufang sells books, we don't engage in those gimmicks, we only speak on the basis of strength, whether it is content or paper quality, it is first-class. At present, everyone is holding It's just the first volume of this book, and it will only be sold out, and when Mr. Yan writes the next few volumes, the bookstore will add new ones as soon as possible."

Someone asked: "How many copies of the first volume did you print?"

Duan Ran smiled and raised three fingers: "Three thousand copies."

The voice fell, and there was an uproar.

The first printing of [-] copies is still an original story of my own, what a tone it takes!

Full of doubts and curiosity, basically everyone who passed by the shop bought a copy, and some even opened the book directly, gathered together in twos and threes, and read it on the street.

Although [-] copies were printed in the study, it is naturally impossible for Duan Ran to sell them all in one day.He estimated it based on the sales volume in the past few hours, and felt that he should be able to sell several hundred copies today. Duan Ran had done homework in this area before, and he knew that without any advance publicity, this result would not be too high. Not bad.

The free melon seeds candies have been given out, and the crowd that gathered around the opening gradually dispersed, and Duan Ran finally had a chance to catch his breath.

The sun was shining outside, so he moved a chair and sat behind the shop, poured himself a cup of tea, drank it, and patiently waited for the next customer to stop.

During this period, his eyes unconsciously fell on the books placed in front of him.

Speaking of which, Duan Ran thought, as the owner of Jingshufang, it seems that he hasn't carefully read the contents of Yan Heqing's book, right?

It really shouldn't be.Duan Ran reflected in his heart for a second, then picked up a book at hand and opened it.

At first, the expression on Duan Ran's face was relatively relaxed and happy.

But soon, with the ups and downs of the plot and the advancement of layers, his expression became more and more serious, and even his cheeks tensed up uncontrollably.

Especially when he saw the description of Mei Qingyun once again encountering betrayal from his once proud lover at the most depressing moment in his life, walking home in the heavy rain, laughing loudly while walking, even more so. It was Duan Ran who clenched his fists on his knees tightly, gritted his molars with hatred, as if he had a similar feeling with Mei Qingyun in the book—since he felt that life was absurd and ridiculous, It's lifeless, and it's so sad that it hurts people's hearts.

Contrary to Duan Ran's imagination, although the title of this book is clear at a glance, it does not contain any stories about heroes, generals, supernatural beings, and the protagonist, Mei Qingyun, does not have any family background, just an ordinary rural teacher.

This can't help but make readers have a more real sense of substitution, and they also hope to see Mei Qingyun can get rid of the current situation as soon as possible and realize her ambition.Wait until the day when you reach the top of the sky, and then smash the faces of these ungrateful guys to pieces!

After reading a chapter, Duan Ran couldn't wait to continue scrolling down, because he was so engrossed in reading it that he had completely forgotten that he was still a book seller.A customer came over and asked him, "Boss, why do you only sell one book here? Is it good?"

"It looks good!" Duan Ran said without raising his head.

The guest was amused by him: "Hey, you still do business like this these days? You are so busy reading books that you forget to entertain guests. What are you reading?"

After observing it, he found that what the boss was holding in his hand was the book sold in the shop, which really aroused his interest.

After all, even the owner of the bookstore read it mesmerizingly, so this book should be really good-looking, right?

"Give me a copy, how much?"

Duan Ran was having a good time watching it, and was disturbed and a little bored, but he patiently replied to the guests: "One book for ten coins. How many copies do you want?"

Guest: "Can I get a discount if I buy more?"

Duan Ran: "...that depends on how much you buy."

After finally sending away the difficult customer, he immediately got up and went back to the shop to find a board, wrote on it the words "a book with ten texts, no counter-offering", and placed it against the wall. Come, let them see for themselves by knocking on the board.

Without raising his head, Duan Ran flipped through the books with one hand, collected the money with the other, and occasionally answered the guests' questions, which did not delay the business.

It's just that the later guests all saw strangely that when the owner of this mirror bookstore answered questions, he sometimes smiled, sometimes frowns, and sometimes his eyes are angry, just like changing his face, which is very strange.

The same scene also happened in different bookstores on this street.

After buying the book and going back, other booksellers naturally want to read it.They are better than Duan Ran, and there are errands in the shop, so there is no need to greet the guests personally, make a pot of tea, turn to the first page with a critical attitude, and then——

it's dark.

"Boss, we are going to close, do you want to continue watching?" The clerk in the shop packed up his things, turned his head and asked him cautiously.

The bookseller suddenly looked up, shocked: "Huh? Closed?"

He obviously felt that he had only watched it for a while!

An illusion like this has probably been experienced by every reader who is obsessed with reading throughout the ages.Even Qiao Jing himself often missed his meal because of reading, but the frequency of this phenomenon began to plummet after Jing Xinglan joined his life, and it has basically dropped to zero now.

"Tomorrow, the news about the sales in the city should be reported," Jing Xinglan said to him when he was eating in the courtyard at night. "I heard that the booksellers in Daliang are more unscrupulous. I hope there will be no extra trouble."

He said in a flat tone, and by the way, put a chicken leg that 008 had coveted for a long time into Qiao Jing's bowl.

What Jing Xinglan said about "excessive problems" was not because he was worried about the bookstore, but because he simply felt that if something happened, it would be a headache to deal with the trouble.

Qiao Jing looked down at the big fat and fragrant chicken leg, and subconsciously said, "Thank you, but I can't eat it anymore."

008's tail that had just drooped instantly stood up.

Jing Xinglan curled his lips and said deliberately: "Then don't eat, eat the meat."

008: "..."

Sitting next to her holding her rice bowl, Liu Xiaoya looked at the little black cat's gnashing of teeth, and quietly stretched out a hand to stroke its tail.

...so soft.

Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan got used to leaving a lamp in the courtyard because they had promised these two children to come and sit in the courtyard.Today they were delayed because of some things, and they ate late, so I simply invited them to sit down and have another bite.

Country kids at this age have surprisingly big appetites. Even a thin-looking boy like Liu Qi can eat two big bowls of rice without stopping.Not to mention that Jing Xinglan is impeccable in terms of both ingredients and cooking skills. The two young ones have never eaten such delicious home-cooked food, and they both ate so full that they almost collapsed on the ground.

"Sir," Liu Qi was a little better than Liu Xiaoya, trying to sit upright, not wanting to be too presumptuous in front of Qiao Jing, "Have you published a book yet?"

Qiao Jing nodded and looked at him, as if asking Liu Qi why he asked this.

"To be able to publish a book..." Liu Qi murmured, two blushes appeared on his cheeks due to excitement, "Mr. is indeed very knowledgeable! It is the long-cherished wish of a scholar in his life to write a book and make a biography!"

Qiao Jing had no choice but to explain: "Actually, I'm not writing a book or a biography, I'm just writing a story."

But Liu Qi felt that he was being humble.After getting along for this period of time, let alone him, even Liu Xiaoya listened with gusto when Qiao Jing told stories, from astronomy and geography to gods and monsters, to ancient courts, generals, princes and nobles, it seems that there is no Qiao Jing. What the mirror does not know.

For young girls of this age, the image of Qiao Jing in their minds is not much different from the invisible and intangible emperor who is far away in the sky.

"By the way," Qiao Jing suddenly remembered something, "Liang—your brother," he realized that there were other people present when he reached his mouth, so he swallowed the word "Emperor Liang" and asked instead, "When we met a few nights ago, didn't you say that if the first print came out, I asked you to send a copy to the palace?"

Anyway, there was not only the emperor in the palace, but also guards, imperial physicians, cooks and eunuchs, so Qiao Jing didn't try to hide anything except for vague names.

But this did not prevent Liu Qi from widening his eyes instantly when he heard the word "in the palace", and his gaze became even brighter when he looked at him.

Jing Xinglan thought about it for a while: "I remember I told Duan Ran, it should have been delivered, right?"

His tone was also uncertain.

And at this moment in the Daliang Palace——

"Your Majesty," the eunuch stood respectfully at the bottom of the steps, holding a silver plate with a soft brocade cushion in his hand, and bowed his head to remind, "It's late at night, please turn over the cards."

When he was speaking, Emperor Liang was leaning on a soft couch, holding in his hand a volume of books newly printed by Jingshufang, which still smelled of ink.

Although I have read Qiao Jing's manuscript before, the feeling of getting a new book is still completely different.After dealing with the political affairs in various places, Emperor Liang read the first volume again from the beginning, and he didn't feel bored at all.

It was already past the meal time, and Emperor Liang was still immersed in the plot in the book, and he didn't even hear the eunuch's question in front of him.

"Your Majesty," the eunuch had no choice but to ask again, "I don't know which empress's brand you are going to check today?"

This time Emperor Liang finally responded.

He replied without raising his head, "Mei Qingyun."

The eunuch stared blankly, looked down at the board, and wondered who Mei Qingyun was?

He raised his head in disbelief, and found that Emperor Liang's eyes were still fixed on the page, as if the answer just now was just his hallucination.

Is it possible...

The eunuch gasped, and made a bold guess: Your Majesty has taken a fancy to some beauty in the palace, and is he ready to accept a new concubine?