Half a month later, it was the tenth day of October.
It's late autumn now, and even though Huaizhou belongs to the southern region, it can't stop the cold. People have put on more clothes to prevent the cold.
In Ji Ran's bookshop, Tang Ji also put on a newly made thickened robe, which was light green and supported his handsome appearance, making many girls wonder.
Since the release of "The Peony Pavilion", the number of people gathering in the small building every day has increased by many women, including maids from wealthy families, the daughters of merchants in the city and even famous oirans.
When there are more people, many students studying in the building feel dissatisfied.
Therefore, the bookstore has also made adjustments, setting up a semicircular staircase outside the building, leading directly to the second floor, and moving the main counter and new book sales counter to the second floor. The first floor is dedicated to students for reading, which is what used to be used as sundries.
The third floor of the room was utilized and transformed into private rooms.
In this way, everyone felt very satisfied.
A maid from a wealthy family put her hands together on her chest and asked softly: "Great Talent of the Tang Dynasty, will the third volume of "The Peony Pavilion" be released today?"
Hearing this, the women who were originally wondering what would happen next between Du Liniang and Liu Mengmei also turned their attention.
Tang Ji stood up from the counter and nodded slightly: "The third volume of "The Peony Pavilion" has been put on the shelves. It is on the second cabinet on the left. The price is three taels."
After listening to his words, the women present quickly ran towards the bookcase on the left side of the entrance.
Tang Ji sighed with lingering fear. These women were too terrifying. If these cabinets were not placed close to the windows and walls, they would have probably knocked them over.
Soon, someone grabbed the first batch of books and ran over with money to pay the bill.
A maid put away the books in her hands, leaned on the counter and chatted and asked: "Mr. Tang, how many volumes are there in total of "The Peony Pavilion"?"
"It's still early, I guess there are still ten volumes left." Tang Ji replied with a smile.
"The Peony Pavilion" has much fewer words than "Journey to the West", but some readers complained that the font of "Journey to the West" was too small and looked tired, so he had to meet the current needs and enlarged the font, so the number of copies
There are also more. For example, the "Legend of the Condor Heroes" next door, after the font is enlarged, will be published in dozens of volumes.
The little maid counted on her fingers and sighed: "It seems that Miss will not want to buy clothes next month."
Hearing this, Tang Ji chuckled. The current printing cost is still too expensive, but he is already discussing with Li Yu to improve the papermaking technology, and the price should be reduced a lot by then.
At this moment, Li Yu walked up from the inner stairway with his head hanging down, threw several pieces of rice paper in his hand on the counter, poured a cup of tea depressedly, and drank it in one gulp.
"When did you come?" Tang Ji's deep eyes were shining brightly, and there was a hint of excitement in his words. He moved two steps to the side, glanced at the content on the rice paper, and asked, "The manuscript was rejected again.
Already?"
Li Yu nodded helplessly. He was the one who found the old gentleman in the building to read manuscripts, but he had already submitted the beginning of eight articles, but none of them had passed. Maybe he was really not suitable for writing.
Seeing his dejected look, Tang Ji reached out and patted Li Yu on the shoulder: "Don't be discouraged. The so-called failure is success. One day you will write a world-famous novel!"
Hearing this, Li Yu slowly raised his head, his eyes flashing with white light, he clenched his hands into fists and regained his confidence.
Even Tang Ji believed in him so much, so of course he couldn't give up!
Tang Ji shook his head and stopped worrying about the matter, and asked instead: "Where are the things?"
"Song Xiao is preparing. You can see it this afternoon." Li Yu responded, picked up the manuscript again, and walked towards the box at the back.
Tang Ji raised his eyes and looked outside the room, hoping that time would pass faster.
...
In the afternoon, the waiter outside the building quickly walked into the lobby on the second floor and whispered a few words in Tang Ji's ear.
Li Yu, who was sitting on the side correcting the manuscript, also heard clearly what the clerk said. He recovered his thoughts and asked Tang Ji, "Do you need me to accompany you?"
"No need, just concentrate on revising the manuscript and try to publish it as soon as possible!" Tang Ji said a word and ran out like an arrow from a string.
Seeing this, Li Yu curled his lips, thought about it carefully, and felt that he should not interfere in the private affairs of the young couple, but Song Yao couldn't help but appear in his mind, and he quickly shook his head.
Tang Ji went directly from the rain shelter on the second floor to the first floor through the circular staircase, looked around, fixed his eyes on the carriage beside the gate, and walked quickly over.
Song Xiao put down the horse stool: "Master Tang, please."
Tang Ji nodded and stepped onto the carriage, only to see that all the messy things that Li Yu had placed in the carriage had been emptied and replaced by a large brown-red box that was more than three feet long.
"It seems like this guy is quite attentive." He sighed and opened the lid of the box in front of him.
Suddenly, a dazzling silver light burst out from inside, and rows of silver were lying motionless inside.
Tang Ji put down the lid of the box, lifted the curtain and asked, "Is this ten thousand taels?"
"Yes, fifty taels of silver ingots and two hundred pieces, totaling ten thousand taels." Song Xiao replied.
Hearing this, Tang Ji silently raised his head, looked up at the sky, and took a deep breath. Only he knew how hard he had been this month, but fortunately, he was finally able to relax after all the hard work.
After a while, Song Xiao handed the carriage to Pang Qing, not forgetting to ask two guards to help Tang Ji move the boxes later.
Pang Qing grabbed the horse's rope, turned his head and asked inside the carriage: "Mr. Tang, are you seated yet?"
Tang Ji's voice soon came from behind the curtain: "Uncle Pang, let's go."
Just like that, as Pang Qing tightened the horse's rope, the carriage began to move slowly.
...
Beicheng is quite far from Yuexian Tower, and the carriage was not traveling very fast, so it took more than half an hour to arrive.
Tang Ji jumped off the carriage and raised his eyes to look at the plaque of Yuexian Tower. He couldn't help but remember the scene where the silly girl stood up to speak for him at the Lin Yue Poetry Party. He straightened his clothes and ordered the two people who followed him.
The man carried the box and walked towards the building.
At the end of autumn, when the days become shorter and the sun sets very early, those guests who are not staying overnight have begun to leave Yuexian Tower, so the singers and dancers on the first floor also stopped and prepared to call it a day.
The girls standing outside the building to greet the guests quickly recognized Tang Ji. Although they also knew a little about Jiang Ran and Tang Ji's deeds, they could not let go of such a famous talent and quickly surrounded him.
Up.
"Isn't this the great talent of the Tang Dynasty? Do you need me to warm your bed at night?"
"Go, go, go, it's your turn to warm the bed."
"Young man from the Tang Dynasty, don't pay attention to them. The work of the slave family is good, so you are right to choose the slave family!"
"..."
Tang Ji raised his hand slightly to signal them not to get close, and walked straight into the building.
"Tch, why are you so arrogant?" A woman immediately snorted, expressing her dissatisfaction.
The Yuexian Building has been renovated, with purple and red as the basic colors, which makes people think about it when they are in it. In the distance, several women are gathering together to compare the new jewelry they bought in the past two days, and the waiters are wiping the piles.
Empty table full of trash.
Tang Ji quickly scanned the building, and finally saw the familiar voice at the top of the stairs, shouting loudly: "Ranran!"
Jiang Ran, who was about to step upstairs, stopped and walked away after hearing the voice. There was doubt in his eyes, but there was also an inexplicable expectation, because he would definitely not walk into the building to look for him for no reason.
Tang Ji walked slowly to her and said with a smile, "I'm here to pick you up."