Master is here

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Master is here

Coming out of the bookstore, Xia Yuan held a bulging sum of money in his arms and looked pleased with himself. Wang Shouren who followed him had a thoughtful look on his face.

After thinking again and again, he couldn't help but ask: "Teacher, this disciple has a doubt."

"What?"

Seeing that he had made a lot of money today, Xia Yuan was in a good mood and decided to ask this guy if he had any questions. Of course, it was not certain whether he would answer or not.

“Why is writing storybooks so profitable?”

".You want to write too?"

Wang Shouren was silent for a while, nodded and admitted: "This disciple does have this idea."

Just now he saw that Xia Yuan had sold a thick stack of manuscripts for one hundred and eighty taels of silver, and he was shocked.

If it had been before, he would have been shocked, but he would never have had such an intention to earn this money. After all, he was very busy and had to think about life and philosophy.

How can I have the time to do this?

But things are different now. He was kicked out by his father and is very poor.

More importantly, he now relies on his mentor for food and accommodation, which makes him feel ashamed.

Hearing his admission, Xia Yuan couldn't help but pause in his steps and said in shock: "How could you have such an idea?"

"Students want to make money from this."

"Oh, that's a coincidence. Writing scripts doesn't make any money at all. You think you make money, but that's actually your illusion. If you don't believe me, I'll settle the score with you.

There is a scholar who wants to write a storybook with over 100,000 words. First he needs to come up with an idea. Does this take time? Let’s calculate it as two months.

And writing also takes time, and this time can be long, ranging from several months to even a year.

After he spends all this time to write out the storybook and sell it in a bookstore, he can probably sell it for more than ten or twenty taels of silver, let’s calculate it as twenty taels. It takes a year and he earns less than two taels a month.

Yinzi, do you think you are still making money now?"

Before Wang Shouren could answer, Xia Yuan thought to himself: "Is it not profitable at all?"

"It's a great teacher"

"The book I wrote has a lot of words, the whole book is one million words, and I wrote it well. Everyone loves to read it. It is a popular book nowadays. If you go to those teahouses and taverns, they are all talking about me.

Book."

Xia Yuan boasted a lot, and finally said with sincerity: "So quickly give up this unrealistic idea, don't even think about it.

You are a person who does great things, and you are destined to become the most handsome boy in the Ming Dynasty. Writing scripts is not your job.

Concentrate on thinking about what you want to think about, and move forward unswervingly in this direction, with your head held high and your chest high, and stride forward. This is the most important thing for you to do, do you understand?"

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Wang Shouren was silent. He didn't expect that his mentor would rate him so highly. Although he didn't understand what it meant to be the most handsome boy, he understood how to do great things.

What touched his heart even more were the words that followed.

Think about what you want to think about, and move forward unswervingly in this direction, with your head held high and your chest high, and stride forward.

Ever since he was a child, no one had ever said such a thing to him.

All his thoughts, all his perceptions, and everything he encountered were questioned, and he was even kicked out of the house by his father because of this.

Wang Shouren is really a person with an extremely strong heart. He can deal with other people's doubts indifferently, and can still keep a calm face even after being kicked out by his father.

But when he felt the feeling of being affirmed, supported, and trusted by others for the first time, he felt that his nose was inexplicably sore.

Wang Shouren sniffed hard, neatened his clothes solemnly, bowed his head to Xia Yuan, then straightened up and said solemnly: "Students should remember what my teacher said!"

Seeing that he finally gave up the idea of ​​writing a storybook, Xia Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. As a person who wants to be a sage, how can you compete with us who write novels for a job?

Oh, I almost forgot, he is very poor now.

Thinking of this, Xia Yuan put his hands into his arms with an expressionless face and took out a quite large money bag. Speaking of which, the ancient clothes with wide robes and large sleeves had many advantages, one of which was that they could be used to carry clothes.

Opening the purse, there was a long golden bar inside, which was twelve weights of gold, four silver ingots of twenty-two weights, and some trivial silver coins.

At this moment, Yinzi felt warm in his chest.

It's a pity that I have to pay tribute to this guy.

Damn it, people really can't be too kind.

Gritting his teeth, Xia Yuan endured his heartache and took out a silver ingot from it. He hesitated, gritted his teeth, took out another one, and handed it over with his eyes closed, "Here, take it! Use this silver to live in Beijing."

"Teacher, students don't want it."

"Just take it if you are told to take it! Come on, be careful I won't give it to you for a while."

"Teacher."

Wang Shouren was moved again. When he saw Xia Yuan's distressed look, he knew that he desperately didn't want to give it, but for his disciple, he...

"Hey, those two in front, stop and don't move!"

Just as he was thinking about it, a loud shout came from behind, especially that sound, which shocked Xia Yuan's heart, "If you don't take it quickly, you can take it. They say wealth is never revealed, so this must be the reason."

To rob the Tao."

He put the money back without any explanation, tied the money bag tightly with lightning speed, and then put the money bag into his arms.

After doing all this, Xia Yuan was about to run away when he heard Wang Shouren say calmly: "Teacher, I don't think this student is a robber."

"It's not a robbery, you didn't hear what everyone said." As he said this, Xia Yuan glanced back subconsciously, stopped talking, and then said with deep understanding: "I don't think so either."

Absolutely not, there is no way such a combination can exist in Jie Dao.

The leader at the front was a young man, followed a few steps behind by a muscular man, and behind him was a middle-aged man with a fair face and no beard. Although he was a little far behind, he looked like he must be a member of their group.

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After seeing that young man, Xia Yuan had already made up his mind. This boy looked like a human being and looked like a dog. At first glance, he was either rich or noble. He was definitely not someone to be robbed. He was just as good as being robbed.

In just a few breaths, the leading young man ran close to him. Zhu Houzhao's cheeks were red as he ran, and he bent over, holding his knees with both hands and gasping for air. When the strong man caught up, he was out of breath.

Asked: "Yes, yes, which one is it?"

The man was also panting, but when he heard the question, he pointed at Xia Yuan and said, "Yes, this is it."

"No, who are you?"

"You, wait first."

Zhu Houzhao waved his hands, held his knees and took a few more breaths, "I, let me ask you, did you write The Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

Xia Yuan was stunned for a moment, "Yes."

"That's right."

Zhu Houzhao nodded repeatedly, took a deep breath, then straightened up and saluted: "Master is here, please accept my disciple's bow!"

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