Young Master Stays

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Young Master Stays

Capital Shuntian Mansion.

Xia Yuan stood in front of a bookstore called Sui Yazhai. This was the largest bookstore he had ever discovered along the way. It had two floors and covered a surprisingly large area.

After calming down, he took out the manuscript in his arms, held it in his hand and walked in. There were many scholars who came to buy books or read books, sitting or standing. The shopkeeper was sitting behind the counter with his head buried in the book.

What is written.

Then Xia Yuan went straight to the counter where the shopkeeper was.

Hearing the footsteps, the shopkeeper raised his head and saw a tall young man coming towards him.

He is dressed like a scholar, with a fair and handsome face. Although the clothes on his body are not made of expensive fabrics, it can be seen that they are newly made.

Looking down, he held a thick stack of paper in his hand, with small ink written on it densely.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper immediately understood.

This is to sell manuscripts.

These days, many scholars have wasted half their lives seeing no hope in the imperial examination. In the end, they find that they are not diligent in their limbs and cannot distinguish between grains and grains. They can't do anything and are just useless.

Those who have some experience can only write some story novels and then sell them in order to earn some money to support their families.

But most of them are middle-aged or elderly people, and young men like this are really rare.

Before Xia Yuan walked to the counter and said nothing, the shopkeeper put down his writing brush and walked out from behind the counter, "Master, are you here to sell manuscripts? Come on, please follow me to the back room for a chat."

His voice was kept very low. After all, scholars are always thin-skinned, and they are always secretive when selling manuscripts, not wanting others to know.

"oh."

Xia Yuan was stunned for a moment, feeling that the scene was like an underground meeting, then he said "oh" and followed the shopkeeper into the back room.

"Sir, please sit down."

Xia Yuan was not polite, sat down on the chair, and then handed over his novel manuscript. The shopkeeper didn't say much, just held the manuscript and started reading.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

When he saw the title, the shopkeeper was startled for a moment, frowned slightly, and thought to himself that the title was really straightforward, and then continued to read down.

After reading the content, I felt that it was a bit like a storyteller style, half white and ancient, and then introduced Guo and Yang, mixed with the feelings of home and country of the Hulu invasion, and then Qiu Chuji's appearance, and the subsequent Niujiacun massacre.

By this time, the shopkeeper's frown had already relaxed. Although this way of writing seemed uncomfortable at first, it was not awkward to read. After reading more, I found it very comfortable and smooth.

Unknowingly, I turned page by page.

Guo Xiaotian died fighting to protect his brother from escaping. In order to save his sister-in-law, Yang Tiexin resolutely abandoned his wife who was pregnant with Liujia. After being seriously injured, her life and death were unknown.

This paragraph is extremely captivating. Perhaps for people in later generations who are accustomed to reading online novels, this kind of plot is commonplace and even a little poisonous, but it is in line with the values ​​of this era. This kind of brotherhood makes people read

Suddenly there was a surge of blood in my chest.

When the shopkeeper read this, he felt proud of the sworn brothers, but also lamented in his heart.

The wives of the two martyrs both survived and were pregnant with their children, which makes people feel heartbroken for the characters in the book.

When the Jiangnan Seven Monsters and Qiu Chuji competed in the novel and made an eighteen-year agreement, the descriptions of the martial arts moves made the shopkeeper's eyes light up. The hand that had been stroking his beard stopped for a moment, and then

Scroll down and you will see that Guo Jing rescued Zhebie and then led Temujin to the stage.

I thought about it again, but it was gone.

The shopkeeper twirled the paper in his hand with some disbelief, trying to see if there were a few pieces of paper stuck to the back, but it was indeed gone.

This feeling of being neither better nor worse made him extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to know how Temujin would deal with this little Guo Jing. With the temperament of the famous Genghis Khan, I am afraid that this matter will never go well.

But no more.

People in this era usually write books after they are finished and then take them to bookstores to sell them. How can they just take them over halfway through writing and then end up in a place like this?

This is why the shopkeeper doesn't know how to describe this situation. If it were placed hundreds of years later, he would definitely curse: Damn, you are a broken dog!

The shopkeeper put down the manuscript without feeling satisfied, and couldn't help but ask: "Sir, if Guo Jing hates Temujin, he will probably be killed by Temujin in anger, right?"

Xia Yuan, who had seen the shopkeeper before, was mesmerized. He didn't show any courtesy. He picked up the teapot and poured himself cup after cup of tea just like he was at home. When he heard the inquiry, he drank the warm tea in the cup but didn't answer.

Instead of the other party's question, he asked: "Shopkeeper, what do you think of my manuscript? How much silver can I sell for it?"

The shopkeeper was stunned, thinking that this young man was as straightforward as the book he wrote.

He has received countless scholars who came to sell manuscripts, but he has never seen anyone talk about the price with the first word like this.

Scholars don't bother to talk about this, even if they really want to sell more money, they can't get rid of it. Many people even refuse to talk about money and have to wait for a few rounds in the store before leaving without knowing what they are talking about.

Then he wrapped a dozen or twenty taels of silver in a red cloth, jokingly talking about the money for polishing his pen, and asked him to accept it. Only then did others push and shove him, and finally he accepted it with a blushing face.

This kind of person asked the price when he came up. It was a bit difficult to give him the full price. After being stunned for a while, the shopkeeper coughed lightly, looked down at the manuscript in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "This, Mr.

I can’t judge how the book is, but the way it is written is quite novel and inconsistent with all kinds of books nowadays. In my opinion, I may not be able to sell many copies, so that’s all.”

Speaking of this, the shopkeeper gritted his teeth, as if he had made a great determination, "Now that the young master is here, I can't refuse him. Sui Yazhai is willing to bid ten taels for the young master's manuscript."

After finishing speaking, the shopkeeper gently stroked his beard and confidently waited for Xia Yuan to nod in agreement.

He knew that this young man was a scholar, and scholars rarely went out. He only knew that Mao was studying at home, and he didn't know much about some prices.

I just came up and asked about the selling price. Maybe I was in a hurry to spend money, and I don't necessarily know the market price.

What's more, scholars are all shameless. If you quote the price yourself, even if the other party is not satisfied, there is nothing you can do to bargain.

The shopkeeper had a good idea, but it was a pity that Xia Yuan was not a shameless person. He did not bargain, he just pulled the manuscript over and put it in his arms, stood up and prepared to go out, "Goodbye, I will go to another house to ask.

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In his previous life, he read Wulin Gaiden. A novel by Lu Xiucai sold for one hundred thousand taels of silver.

Of course, the price was obviously nonsense. He wanted to sell it for a hundred thousand taels, but unfortunately he didn't have a pillow at home that he could daydream on.

But ten taels of silver is too low.

As we all know, there is a process involved in buying something, and when the price cannot be negotiated, there is always a trick: escape.

Just say, "Boss, you're busy, I'll go check out another house," then turn around and walk out. Basically, after a few seconds, the boss will go over and grab you.

This trick is applicable to both ancient and modern times, and both buyers and sellers are well aware of it.

Apparently the Ming Dynasty also had this kind of trick, but the shopkeeper discovered that this person seemed to be serious and not just trying to escape.

When he walked out, he didn't hold back at all. The shopkeeper couldn't help but become anxious, and hurriedly stepped forward to grab Xia Yuan's sleeve, "Hey, sir, please stay here."

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Chapter completed!