Su Ping slept until three o'clock in the morning before waking up. After a simple meal, Shi Shiran left the Duke's Mansion as if nothing had happened.
Sure enough, no one came out to stop him, but as soon as he went out, four or five nursing staff came out of the darkness and followed him from a distance.
Su Ping didn't care. He spent two coins at the street corner to buy an umbrella to protect himself from the sun, and then wandered around aimlessly.
I wandered from the East Market to the West Market and finally to the South Market.
When you are tired, sit down in a teahouse, order a pot of tea, and listen to the boastful chatter of the people around you.
When I feel hungry, I just find a stall and buy a pancake to satisfy my hunger.
Not to mention, things in Nanshi are cheap.
A pot of tea costs three cents, and pancakes bigger than a human face only cost two cents.
Su Ping spent an entire afternoon shopping and only spent half a tael of silver in total.
Of course, this is also part of the reason for restraining the impulse to consume.
But those nurses who followed him suffered a lot.
All of them were facing the scorching sun, thirsty and hungry, but they dared not leave without permission.
Every time they planned to sit down to eat, drink and rest, Su Ping would immediately get up and change places.
In this way, Su Ping waited until the setting sun was about to set before slowly wandering north.
"Is this kid playing with us?"
Some people in the nursing home complained dissatisfiedly.
"That's right, I waited for him to run away at the end of the day, but ended up walking around in circles with no intention of running away."
"Do you think Third Young Master is making a fuss out of a molehill? There are already people guarding the city gate, why should we follow?"
"Don't talk nonsense. We can just follow the Third Young Master's orders, unless you want to lose this job and go back to your hometown to farm."
"Uh... I never thought about it that way. My hometown is not as comfortable as here."
"Look, he's looking back!"
Suddenly someone called out a reminder, and everyone was excited and quickly followed.
At this time, everyone was on the Imperial City Avenue, close to the palace gate.
Su Ping had already turned left, as if he was going back to the Duke's Mansion, but after walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something, suddenly turned around, and headed straight for Ronganfang.
The guards followed him, fearing that Su Ping would disappear if he wasn't careful, until he walked into a bookstore.
"Hey, I thought this kid suddenly had a passion, but it turned out he was just going to buy books."
"I'm still in the mood to hang out and buy books at this time. I'm such a nerd."
"I see, he is just pretending to be noble and noble, making people think he is proud, but in fact he is eager to get married right away."
"possible……"
"The eldest lady is as beautiful as a fairy. This piece of shit is really cheap..."
So, several nurses hid under the shade of a tree not far from the book shop and started chatting.
Wuya Bookshop.
As soon as Su Ping entered the door, he walked to the left side of the counter, searched for it briefly, and took out a book called "The End of Everlasting Sorrow".
The middle-aged shopkeeper's brows moved slightly, and his plain eyes became a little gentler.
“It’s really well written.”
Su Ping flipped through a few pages, nodded in admiration, turned to look at the shopkeeper, and asked: "Shopkeeper, do you know how much this book costs?"
"Do you also like Master Qingquan's story books?"
The shopkeeper smiled happily, as if he had found a confidant, "My surname is Liu. Since we are both book friends, I will give it to you at a discount of 30% or 20%."
"Three twos and twos?"
Su Ping raised his eyebrows, and then said regretfully: "It's not expensive, but it's just not worth it..."
In an instant, shopkeeper Liu's expression returned to normal: "If you don't like it, you can look elsewhere."
"Aren't you curious why I said it's not worth it?"
Su Ping took the book and walked to the counter with a smile.
He only visited Wuya Bookshop once, accompanied by Zhiqin Zhihua.
That day, the shopkeeper sat behind the counter with a book in his arms, reading it without sleep or food. Even Zhi Hua had to call out several times before he came to check out.
Through the talent entering his brain, Su Ping found the name of the book, which is "The End of Everlasting Hatred" in his hands now.
"Principal Qingquan only publishes one storybook a year. He is recognized as a great talent in the whole Yangjing capital. Of course, it is impossible for everyone to like his storybook. But you are the first to say that it is not worth it."
Shopkeeper Liu smiled brightly, lowered his head and went about his business, obviously not wanting to talk to Su Ping.
Su Ping was not annoyed, but raised the script in his hand and asked: "This script has more than 10,000 words, not counting paper and ink. Just asking someone to copy it will cost more than 2, 2, 5, I said.
right?"
As early as when he was in Xiaohe Village, Su Ping had learned about Daqing's printing and papermaking industry in detail in order to study.
Generally speaking, roughly corresponding to the late Tang Dynasty, papermaking technology was relatively developed, but printing technology was still in the era of engraving, and was usually only used in Confucian and Taoist classics, as well as famous interpretations of books that needed to be printed in large quantities.
Such books as storybooks, travel notes, unofficial histories, etc. have a small audience and cannot be sold in large quantities, so they are usually copied by others.
The price is around 100 words and 20 cents.
Therefore, such books are often more expensive.
"almost."
Shopkeeper Liu didn't expect that Su Ping was an expert, so his expression suddenly became serious.
"That's why I said it's not worth it."
Su Ping sighed and said, "You will get tired of such a storybook after a few months at most. It is not as good as a classic book that you can recall from time to time, but it is sold more expensively than a classic book."
"Best regards, Your Excellency."
Shopkeeper Liu sneered.
This story book is like one who is willing to fight and one who is willing to suffer. Those who like it like it very much, and those who don't like it are dismissive.
Compared with classics?
Isn’t this looking for trouble?
Su Ping smiled brilliantly and said to himself: "Actually, this problem is not difficult to solve. As long as the copying is changed to printing, wouldn't it be possible to sell it at a low price?"
"???"
Shopkeeper Liu had a question mark on his face, and finally became a little annoyed, "Do you know that just making and engraving plates costs dozens of taels of silver? Plus paper and ink, if we sell them at a low price, wouldn't we lose everything?"
"It's natural to lose money if you sell a few dozen copies, but what if you can sell hundreds or even thousands?"
Su Ping squinted his eyes and said in a faint tone.
"Oh~ Your Excellency is amazing."
Shopkeeper Liu laughed angrily, "It's a pity that I don't have the ability."
There are only a few people who like storybooks, and they all know each other. Most people who read storybooks only read the works of the same person.
So usually, if the same storybook can sell dozens of copies, it is considered very good.
Cheng Baide is a great person like Master Qingquan.
As for the thousands...it was really a good dream.
"There must be a reason why we can't sell a lot."
Su Ping smiled and took out a stack of paper with sewing edges from his arms, "If you have time, you can take a look at this and come back another day."
After saying this, Su Ping turned around and left the bookshop without hesitation.
That pile of paper was exactly the script he wrote overnight yesterday.
Of course, only a small part.
The book is called "The General's Hate", which is a bit of popularity for "The End of Everlasting Hate".
But the content is quite different.
This is a story about a general who returned in triumph and found his son in a doghouse. With an order, one hundred thousand soldiers gathered together...