Because the East Market is close to the Imperial Palace of Great Xia and adjacent to the residences of dignitaries, it is different from the rugged West Market and sells mostly rare, precious and elegant things.
But that doesn’t mean they only sell these. There are also wine shops, iron shops, meat shops, car shops, engraving and printing shops, etc. In addition, there are also beast renters who make a living as leasing agencies, musicians who buy and sell musical instruments, and playboys.
A variety of operas, singers and those who sell beautiful things and make money...
Overall, it's a bit more upscale than West Market, not so vulgar, and has everything else.
Gongliang wanted to write a book collection and try to condense the characters in the book. Naturally, he had to inquire about the market situation to see if the book he wrote was in line with the taste of the Oriental people and whether anyone would read it. If no one would read the book he put in a lot of effort to write,
If someone uses it as toilet paper to wipe your butt, wouldn’t it be a waste of effort?
If you want to inquire about the market, the best place is Dongshi.
Most of the dignitaries and educated people here live here, and there are also shops that specialize in buying books on the Four Treasures of the Study, so of course you have to come here.
Walking into Dongshi, Gongliang saw that the market was bustling with people and very lively.
But if you look carefully, you will find that those people walk in an orderly manner, unlike those in the West Market, where everyone comes and goes in a hurry, as if they are about to fight.
The East Market is different from the West Market. There are very few people setting up stalls in the market. Even those who do set up stalls will keep themselves tidy and dress up to look a little more attractive.
After all, the people who visit here are rich and educated people. If you look too ugly to disappoint the audience, or if you are too dirty and make people feel disgusted just by looking at it, how can they buy your stuff?
Gongliang looked forward as he walked, and found that in the corners on both sides of the street that were not in the way of pedestrians, there were not only singers singing sweet songs; there were also jugglers playing tricks; and there were musicians playing musical instruments.
There were also some food sellers, delivering bowls of delicious food to the guests.
"Thump thump thump... thump thump thump..."
Gongliang and Migu were round and round, and Xiao Xiangxiang stretched her neck to look at the scenery in Dongshi. Suddenly, a pleasant sound of exotic music came to her ears. Curious, she walked in the direction of the sound.
Not far away, an elegant man with an exotic appearance, green eyes, and a curly beard was sitting cross-legged on the blanket, playing Hu Lei with his hand.
In front of him, a graceful girl wearing a veil and a goose-yellow gauze with her navel exposed danced gracefully to the sound of thunder.
The sound of a musical instrument is like bees playing, butterflies dancing, bamboo branches swaying, leaves whirling, and the dance is like birds soaring in the sky, wild animals walking in the mountains and forests, and fish swimming in the rivers and lakes, which makes people feel refreshing.
When Mi Gu saw someone playing the piano and dancing, he immediately became interested. He flew to Daddy's head, moved the Tiangu hanging around his waist in front of him, and began to jump and beat.
Gongliang shook his head impatiently. Why does this little brat always like to stand on his head? Does he feel that he is so superior?
Yuan Gungun saw Mi Gu playing the drum, and not to be outdone, he took out his pipa and started playing.
Gong Liang stared at him, wondering what these two guys were doing, fighting with others?
The sound of drums and pipas were played back and forth, irregularly and messily, which suddenly disrupted the rhythm of the foreigners playing the piano. The graceful girl was disturbed by the messy music and did not know how to dance, so she had to stop.
He turned around and looked at Gong Liang and others pitifully.
When Gongliang saw that he was in trouble, he quickly threw down a piece of silver and ran away with Mi Gu and Yuan Gungun.
After running for some distance, he stopped.
Migu had a great time. Even after he left, he was still clapping and playing happily with the sky drum. After patting for a while and stopping, the little guy tilted his head and asked Gongliang: "Daddy, I'm banging the drum."
Does it sound good?"
Gongliang said helplessly: "It sounds good."
Hearing Papa's compliment, Mi Gu was so happy that her eyes turned into little moon buds with laughter.
Yuan Gungun, who had already put away his pipa, also yelled beside him: "Gongliang, doesn't my pipa sound good?"
"It sounds good." Gongliang replied weakly.
These two guys are not asking questions at all, but want to praise. If they say something unpleasant, they will probably be unhappy immediately and have a bad face for a while, so it is said that it is difficult to be a human being!
In Dragon City, there is the Qingyang Academy, which is specially designed for Confucian disciples to practice and study, and there are also private schools set up by hundreds of scholars to spread their thoughts. It can be said that the literary style in the imperial capital is flourishing. It is also true that the business of buying and selling books in Dongshi
There are many shops selling calligraphy, painting, and four treasures of the study.
Gong Liang searched for it for a while and then walked to a bookstore selling books.
The store owner was an old man with a gray beard. He was reading a book. When he saw someone coming in, he glanced at it and then immersed himself in the vast sea of books.
When Gongliang saw that he didn't want to entertain him, he started walking around the store, flipping through this book and reading that one.
Migu knew Dongtu characters, and when he saw Daddy flipping through a book, he also flew to the shelf and picked up a book to read. But the little guy didn't have the patience to read at all. Whenever he saw something with words, he got a headache, so he glanced at it and started reading.
Put it back and obediently return to Daddy.
Yuan Gungun also knew Dong Tuwen. He stood up, picked up a book from the bookshelf, and read it intently.
That serious look made Xiao Xiangxiang stand up from it and look around. Unfortunately, it didn't understand Eastern characters at all and couldn't understand anything.
Gong Liang walked around the store and finally found a few legend novels in the corner, which were like long novels from his previous life. After flipping through them, he found that they were all mythological and strange novels similar to Tang Dynasty legends, which were similar to the fantasy novels from his previous life.
, Xianxia's is a bit similar, but the writing method is like a description, which makes people not feel immersed.
Gongliang's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he felt that the book he wrote should have a market in the East.
After reading it, he bought a few copies for reference.
After paying the money, Gongliang asked the shopkeeper: "Old man, I wonder if you are willing to consign legendary storybooks?"
"Is it made by a famous artist?" the shopkeeper asked.
"Well..."
This question made Gongliang feel embarrassed, but he responded quickly, "I'm not a famous writer, but the storybook is innovative and interesting. If the store is willing to consign it, he can get 60% of the profit for every copy sold.
.If a copy is sold, the store will be given a consignment fee of three taels of silver per month. But these are not without conditions, that is, the legendary storybook must be placed in a conspicuous place, and people must see it as soon as they come in. "
Gongliang did not write the book to make money, but to spread it and gain the willpower to unite the characters in the book.
If he could use a little money to promote the book, he would be happy to use it. Anyway, he has so much gold in his space, no matter how much he uses it, he can't use it all at once.
The store owner didn't expect to plant something good.
However, he is not the kind of person who is blinded by money. In an attitude of being physically and mentally responsible for the readers, he asked: "How is the legendary novel written? If it is too bad, I don't want it."
"Don't worry, store owner, I'll bring it to you for a look. If you don't like it, just pretend that you never mentioned it."
In his previous life, Gongliang also had this bowl of rice. Although his writing was not first-rate, it was not bad either, so he was confident in the legendary novels he wrote. The main reason is that in this world, there is no such thing as the era of information explosion in his previous life.
Fantasy and fairy tale novels that make people imagine nothing more than novels like this will definitely be popular as soon as they come out.
Of course, it may be too novel and unacceptable, but the novel he wants to write is based on the existing basic innovations in this world, and there is no fear that no one will accept it.
The two agreed on this, and Gongliang went to visit other bookstores and said the same thing as the store owner.
Not many would refuse such a good thing, and some even waited for him to leave and looked at his leaving back as if they were a fool.
When everything was ready, Gongliang went home to retreat and began writing novels.