Different from the "flowery" life of the rich and powerful, the days of ordinary people can be seen almost at a glance.
On this day, Yang Laozuo was still the first to arrive at Dongshi.
Not long after he rolled out the stall, a voice sounded behind him.
"Old man, four fried dough sticks and a bowl of soy milk."
"Hey, I just got here and the oil isn't hot yet. I have to ask you to wait a little longer."
Yang Laozuo tilted his head, bent down and greeted.
"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."
The voice replied.
Yang Laozuo became more and more familiar with what he heard, and couldn't help but turn around and take a few steps closer.
The person sitting at the table was none other than Su Ping.
"Master?!"
Yang Laozuo exclaimed, and after confirming it, he stamped his feet anxiously, "Oh, my old man has been waiting for you."
"I haven't seen you for a long time, but I didn't expect that the old man would still remember me."
Su Ping smiled.
"Can you not remember?"
Yang Laozuo blew his beard and glared, took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Su Ping, "Old man, I haven't had a good night's sleep these days. Master, take it back quickly!"
Su Ping was shocked. He opened the cloth bag and found a silver ingot weighing two ounces.
This... the old man is still thinking about it now?
Seeing Su Ping in a daze, Yang Laozuo smiled again and said: "The old man knows that you are kind-hearted, but the young master doesn't know. These days, the old man has been dreaming every day. In his dreams, those old brothers are pointing at the old man's nose and scolding him."
Ungrateful... Look, the old man's hair has turned gray."
As he spoke, Yang Laozuo lowered his head and showed the top of his head to Su Ping.
Indeed, Yang Laozuo's gray hair has increased significantly compared to when he first met.
"All right……"
Su Ping took off the money bag from his waist, put the silver ingots in it, took out some copper coins, and said to Yang Laozuo: "It is only natural to pay for meals, let's count the last time together."
"Son...that's good!"
Yang Laozuo was stunned for a moment, then showed a bright smile and accepted the copper coins.
When the fried dough sticks and soy milk were served, Yang Laozuo kept talking to Su Ping about Duke Dingguo.
It is nothing more than the deeds of Duke Dingguo who made uncanny plans and used his troops like a god to defeat the barbarians until they could no longer find their way to the north.
He also said that it was no wonder that Su Ping was so kind. It turned out that he was from the Duke's Mansion.
It can be seen that Yang Laozuo is a complete talker.
Su Ping patiently listened to Yang Laozuo's story while eating and drinking.
In fact, he had already heard these stories last time.
But this time, it sounds and feels completely different.
He really wanted to tell Yang Laozuo that Ding Guogong was Ding Guogong, and Guogong's mansion was Guogong's mansion. There was a big difference between them.
However, looking at Yang Laozuo's nonchalant look, Su Ping still couldn't say this.
This is the Duke's Mansion.
Outside there is Duke Ding who suppresses one party, but inside there are many daughters-in-law who manage it properly.
I'm afraid that if I dare to say anything bad about the Duke's Mansion, I can kill him alive in the Yangjing area alone with just a spit of spit.
In the end, Su Ping said nothing, said hello to Yang Laozuo, and walked towards Wuya Bookshop.
At this time, the sky was still a little dark, but from a long distance away, you could see the lights in the bookstore.
The door was ajar, but Su Ping was not polite and pushed it directly in.
An oil lamp flickered on the counter, but shopkeeper Liu was nowhere to be seen.
"Palm..."
Just as Su Ping opened his mouth, a head suddenly appeared from behind the counter, so frightened that he swallowed the word "counter".
The man had dark circles on his head and his eyes were dull and lifeless, as terrifying as a zombie.
Just a moment later, a frightening green light suddenly burst out from those eyes.
Shopkeeper Liu suddenly stood up, quickly walked around the counter, and grabbed Su Ping's arm: "Where's the back? What's going on back there? Are the 100,000 soldiers here?"
"..."
Su Ping was a little stunned and couldn't react for a while.
In fact, what I said about big sales was somewhat deceptive, but I didn’t have much confidence in my heart.
In previous lives, media articles were the undisputed kings of traffic, and their special writing techniques often made people unable to stop.
But after all, this is a different world, and it is set in the feudal era, so it is completely uncertain whether it can be tolerated.
But now looking at Shopkeeper Liu’s haggard appearance, he looks like a drug addict...
Is it really that powerful?
"What are you stunned for? Tell me quickly!"
Seeing that Su Ping didn't speak, shopkeeper Liu couldn't help but urge him again.
"Don't worry, I have a few questions to ask."
Su Ping's mind moved slightly, and a vague idea gradually took shape.
"question?"
There was a trace of doubt in Shopkeeper Liu's eyes, and then he suddenly woke up and quickly let go of Su Ping: "Oh, I'm sorry, sir, may I ask."
"What does the shopkeeper think of this script?"
Su Ping asked.
Shopkeeper Liu frowned, thought for a moment and then said: "The plot is very exciting and exciting at every turn. It is very rare, but..."
"It's not an orthodox style, is it?"
Su Ping added with a smile, "You want to say that my words are too plain and have no charm in reading, and they are not in line with the current fashion."
Naturally, media articles cannot use an awkward writing style, otherwise they will lack emotional rendering.
It is possible to read it, but in that case the main selling point of the media article will be lost.
"Exactly." Shopkeeper Liu nodded.
"Have the shopkeeper ever thought about this question? Why do most people would rather listen to the book than buy the storybook themselves for the same plot?"
Su Ping asked again.
"First, because listening to books is cheaper, and second, because storytellers...you mean?!"
Shopkeeper Liu didn't think twice before he suddenly woke up halfway through his answer.
"The second reason is that the written style is too obscure for many people to understand. Instead of buying a storybook to read, it is better to go to a teahouse and listen to someone talk."
Su Ping said slowly and calmly, "The majestic Daqing Kyoto is the most prosperous place in Zhongzhou. There are so many powerful people. Is there really a shortage of people who can pay a few more taels of silver a month?"
Maybe Daqing is short of rich people, but Yangjing definitely is not.
An ordinary table costs three to four taels of silver, but the restaurant never lacks business.
It is precisely these people who have a few taels of money per meal who would rather go to a teahouse to listen to books than buy storybooks.
It’s not that I can’t understand it, but the storybook is inherently more entertaining than literary. If it takes a lot of effort to read, can it still be called entertainment?
However, no one has ever written a script in vernacular.
In the history of Zhongzhou, Huaben was born very early, but those people who wrote Huaben were just temporary emergencies to earn some money and continue to study Confucianism and Taoism.
It was not until more than ten years ago, when the barbarian troubles were temporarily suspended, that people gradually appeared who could make a living by writing novels.
It is conceivable that Su Ping's vernacular scripts are a disruptive innovation for the current script industry.
Shopkeeper Liu was in a state of turmoil and was speechless for a moment.
"The shopkeeper thinks that if this book "The General's Hate" is printed into a book, how many people will be willing to pay for it?" Su Ping stared at shopkeeper Liu with burning eyes.
"You want to write a book?"
Shopkeeper Liu finally reacted, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
"The General's Hate" is so captivating. Although the more I watch it, the more I get angry, but the more I get angry, the more I want to watch it. It's very strange.
Judging from his years of experience, the plot of this story alone is definitely more popular than that of Qingquan Jushi.
Not to mention, once the vernacular writing style is popularized...
"Exactly."
Su Ping nodded.
His initial plan was to sell the entire story to a bookstore, which was equivalent to buying out the copyright.
But shopkeeper Liu's performance made him change his decision temporarily.
think about it.
Wuya is the number one bookstore in Yangjing. As a shopkeeper here, I have read more novels than ordinary people.
Even Shopkeeper Liu looks like a madman, why are you still worried that his words will not be popular?
Since they know it will be popular, any fool knows how to choose between buying out and sharing.
"I didn't know that everyone was in front of me yesterday, so I was negligent."
Shopkeeper Liu was thinking, and suddenly gave Su Ping a fist-cup salute, "I haven't asked you how to address me yet."
This is a rich man and he needs to make amends quickly.
"No one dares to take it seriously."
Su Ping returned the gift, "My surname is Su. The shopkeeper can call me Mr. Su."
"Master Su."
Shopkeeper Liu didn't dare to make excuses, so he cut to the chase after another salute, "If you want to publish a book, I suggest you ask someone to copy more than ten volumes first, and see the readers' reactions before making any plans."
Hearing this, Su Ping murmured in his heart.
copy?
How many taels of silver do you have enough to copy?
"Don't rush this yet."
After thinking about it, Su Ping paid attention, reached out and took out a stack of papers from his arms and put it down, "This is another one, called "The Young Master Enters the Marriage". Shopkeeper Liu might as well read it first."
Shopkeeper Liu: "..."
Su Ping didn't care and walked out leisurely, leaving shopkeeper Liu messy in the wind alone.
The Newspeak version was written last night, and it is also only a part of the whole version.
As for the content, it's certainly not good.
It tells the story of a young Confucian and Taoist man who hides his secrets. In order to repay his kindness, he changed his appearance and entered the Marquis's house to wash the feet of his wife...