Wu Tang Flourishing age

"Where is Laoshan?"

"Is there really a Taoist who knows Taoism on the mountain?"

"How long can you invite Chang'e from the sky after cultivation? It really takes only a few words of incantation to pass through the wall?"

If he didn't wait for money to buy the four treasures of study, Li Luoyang really wanted to leave. Zhou Lin's questions were not only many, but also meaningless.

What is a strange novel? Can the things in strange novels be explained by words? Even if I tell you where Laoshan is, you can find a Taoist? You can learn Taoism when you find a Taoist? If Li Luoyang had a stick in his hand, he would knock Zhou Lin three times on his head!

As for why it was three times, Li Luoyang can only say that he knocked too much and was afraid to knock the nerd to death!

"Well, I won't ask, but this story is really good. I haven't seen similar stories before. In my judgment, this kind of story should be very popular."

"Let's cooperate."

Li Luoyang felt that this was the correct way he wanted to open. Things finally returned to normal. Next, we should talk about price and profit distribution.

"Cooperation?" Zhou Lin frowned, "why don't we go in and talk again."

Almost half an hour has passed since they talked at the door. Li Luoyang is almost cold all over. This week, Lin thought of inviting someone in.

After crossing the threshold, Li Luoyang saw the "printing factory" of this era for the first time, and Zhou Lin, who read the story, no longer regarded Li Luoyang as a child and simply introduced it while walking.

As a Moxiang bookstore with a certain historical precipitation, almost all the engraving masters and printing workers have sons who inherit their father's work. Although the number is small, their craftsmanship is exquisite, and their relationship with Zhou Lin's owner is also very good, which can be seen when they greet each other.

Several rooms were filled with a strong smell of ink, but Li Luoyang felt that it must have nothing to do with "ink fragrance". The fermented smell felt a little smelly for the first time.

Although Zhou Lin's house is not small, the place where he can really receive guests is very limited. Almost all other spaces are occupied by the equipment and processes required for printing. Because the bookstore has no "money path", there is no possibility of expansion for decades.

"What did you just say about cooperation?"

"You should pay first when you print books?" Li Luoyang thought about his language and said tentatively.

"Xinxin should have told you about this problem? We have specific calculation methods. Generally speaking."

Zhou Lin was about to start his long speech. Li Luoyang quickly waved his hand and said, "stop, stop, I don't have time to listen to your things. I just want to ask, do you think this story can make money if it is published?"

"The market must be good, but our Anning county is too small. It is estimated that most of them need to be handed over to merchants or businesses to sell in other counties or Fucheng."

Li Luoyang frowned when he heard this. Indeed, unlike later generations, almost everyone can read, so he should be more active in buying newspapers and books. Besides, if the problem of stomach is not solved, who will spend money to buy books.

"If it is our county, how many copies can you sell?"

Zhou Lin thought and opened his fingers.

"Five hundred?"

"Five hundred? I'm talking about fifty!" Zhou Lin narrowed his eyes and said, "this kind of story is good-looking, but no one will buy it back for collection. I'll see it after you see it, or even tell it to me after you see it. Why do you have to have one?"

Zhou Lin said nothing wrong, and immediately gave Li Luoyang a heavy blow. How much silver can you exchange for just 50 shares? Li Luoyang felt that he didn't even have enough money for the four treasures of study. Is the plan going to die?

"Why, according to your appearance, I can't even take out the deposit? I don't dare to do loss business. Unfortunately, such a good story."

"I still have a lot of such stories. The key is whether the first story can be sold. Mr. Zhou is an expert in this field. Do you have any good suggestions?"

Unable to find the way to break the situation for the time being, Li Luoyang can only place his hope on Zhou Lin, a bookworm.

"Let me see. By the way, it may be useful to find someone."

"Oh, who?"

"Let me sell this first. Xinxin, you go for a trip." Zhou Lin handed Li Luoyang's manuscript to Zhou Xinxin next to him. After that, he shook his head and said, "Luoyang, don't talk about me. You should really practice your word."

"We'll talk about this later. Where do you want him to take it?"

"You'll know in a minute. Let's have tea."

As a person who loves reading, reading while drinking tea is a supreme enjoyment. Therefore, the most active and clean place in Zhou Lin's house is neither the main hall nor his bedroom, but his own teahouse.

Compared with other dirty places, Zhou Lin's private teahouse is not only square, bright and clean, but also the carbon stove and long chimney made of pure brass in the center of the tea table. Even if it is very old and valuable, Li Luoyang doesn't know. Zhou Lin will wipe the teahouse carefully with a rag every day even if he doesn't wash his face, He won't even ignore the stove and chimney.

Seeing the teahouse, Li Luoyang finally affirmed that Zhou Lin was a bookworm to the letter and was deeply read Samadhi.

"Don't worry. Let's talk slowly when I set fire to make tea."

People in Wuzhou still drink tea in the boiling stage, but they won't add flavor in the tea, which is what Li Luoyang is most grateful for. He can't imagine what kind of painting style it is to drink sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty and five flavors in the tea.

Zhou Lin likes to drink tea, and the tea is not bad. That is, people like Li Luoyang who can write stories can get Zhou Lin's treatment. On weekdays, even if the elders come, it is difficult to drink Zhou Lin's precious tea.

"There are many stories about you? Many stories about Laoshan Taoist priests?"

"No, it's not Laoshan Taoist. In fact, I wrote a collection. I temporarily named it Liaozhaizhiyi. If there's no accident, there may be so many hundreds of small stories."

"Wow, that's great! Come on, have a drink first." Zhou Lin enthusiastically poured tea for Li Luoyang. After drinking it, he couldn't wait to express how rare and good the tea was. Then he said, "let's drink good tea too. Can you tell me another one to satisfy my greed?"

"Satisfy your greed?"

Tell stories to satisfy your appetite?

"But I"

"You speak first. If you speak well, I promise you won't suffer for a while."

"Are you sure?" Li Luoyang was not worried that Zhou Lin would plagiarize his "works". He was just thinking about what story to tell Zhou Lin?

In his forties, he was alone and a nerd. After thinking for a moment, Li Luoyang had an idea in his heart.

"Mr. Zhou, you can't tell the story casually. Even if it's told in my mouth, the ownership of the story is still mine. You should ensure that."

"I swear, I will never spread it. If there is any violation, let me thunder five times a day! My young master, you should speak quickly."

Seeing that Zhou Lin could not wait, Li Luoyang took a sip of hot tea to clear his throat and tried to speak in a low voice: "It still happened in Laoshan. However, in the Qing palace at the foot of Laoshan, there is a winter tree two feet high, whose trunk is so thick that several people can surround it; there is also a peony, which is more than one foot high. It is gorgeous and dazzling in the flowering season, just like a beautiful cluster."