Jia Chen left the house and walked forward along Rongning Street.
The Shenjing City, which is approaching the evening, is still bustling with people coming and going.
Several brothels in bustling areas have begun to open. There are red sleeves on the upper floor, and there are several mothers and waiters who are attracting guests standing in front of the door downstairs.
Six or seven kiln sisters wearing heavy makeup stood on the railing, and when they saw Jia Chen, their eyes shone.
"This little baby is so handsome. This is the first time I have seen such a handsome child."
"It's a pity that I'm just a child, otherwise I'll pay the money and want to spend the night with him."
"Then you can hold on for a few more years. When this child grows up, your little slut can get what you want."
"Looking at this child's simple dress, he doesn't look like a noble man from a noble family. He may really need to pay money."
......
Listening to the teasing and discussion of these Hua Niangs, Jia Chen raised his lips slightly. Before he could buy some clothes for his body, he was wearing the same white coarse cloth as before.
With the tide of people surging like a tide, Jia Chen walked to the entrance of a library.
A plaque with gold characters on the black background is hung on the door of the library, with four large characters written on it - Records of the Grand Historian.
The guy at the door glanced at Jia Chen and found that he was dressed simply. A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes and didn't even say hello.
In this era, the cultural popularity rate and low productivity have caused the high price of books, which is not affordable for everyone.
Jia Chen was dressed shabby and looked like he was not a rich man at first sight. He probably just came to the library to check it out and might not be able to afford it, so the guy was too lazy to take care of it.
It is the same in any era. Some people have bad attitudes to you simply because you have no social status and value.
Jia Chen was too lazy to look at this guy, he was just a slave who looked down on others. He just needed to treat him as a watchdog, and he didn't have to be angry about such a person.
Walking into the study, I saw a middle-aged shopkeeper with a mustache standing behind the counter.
He raised his head, glanced at Jia Chen, and his eyes stopped on Jia Chen's clothes, then withdrew his gaze and continued to plan.
"Is this being ignored?"
Jia Chen turned around and left.
"What book do you want to buy, this little brother?" The lazy greeting from behind suddenly sounded behind him.
Jia Chen stopped, looked back at the mustache, and said lightly:
"I'm not here to buy books. I wrote a book. I want to ask how much reward your library is willing to give?"
The bearded man was slightly stunned. He originally thought that Jia Chen could not afford a book, but he didn't expect that he was not here to buy books at all, but an author.
The word "author" comes from "Book of Rites·Music" compiled by Dai Shengshu, a ritualist of the Western Han Dynasty:
"The author is called saint, and the speaker is called wise."
It means: The person who writes and explains words is really sacred and wise.
In this era, unlike later eras when online literature was rampant, there were few people who could write books and authors were very respected professions.
In later generations where online literature is prosperous and intra-volume are serious, some online literature authors are teased by readers as eunuchs, cheating gods, and general managers of the big net...
But in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the author was at most jokingly called "poor literati".
Now, in the eyes of the bearded shopkeeper, Jia Chen is a poor scholar.
Although she was dressed in a shabby manner, she was a literati after all. In this era, literati were still relatively respected.
The mustache changed into a smile and asked:
"Little brother, what book did you write? Can you let me see it?"
Jia Chen took out the "Four Lessons of the Lifan" from his writing bag. Since there were more than 11,600 words, Jia Chen wrote more than twenty pieces of paper, but he only gave the first page to Xiaowang to read it.
Prevent the other party from plagiarizing the full text.
The mustache took it, glanced over the lines of text, and the eyes became brighter and brighter. It was aroused for a moment, and it started to recite without realizing it:
"A man cannot be unintentional. He is finally supported by yin and yang. How can he get countless? But only ordinary people have numbers. The numbers of people who are very good are bound to be bound to him. The numbers of people who are extremely evil are bound to be bound to him. You have been determined by him for twenty years.
, never turned a little. Isn’t he an ordinary person?”
The meaning of this passage is:
If a person cannot reach the state of unintentionality, he will inevitably be controlled by the number of yin and yang energy. How come he has no fixed number?
But only ordinary people have fixed numbers. A very good person cannot restrain him, and a very evil person cannot restrain him.
Everything you have done in the past twenty years has been clearly calculated and has not changed at all. Isn’t it an ordinary person?
After reading this, Xiaomouzi had already read the last word on the first page.
He asked with unfulfilled satisfaction:
"What is written later? Can you let me see?"
Jia Chen smiled and said:
"I will show you the first page to let you try the quality of the content and talk about the remuneration. What will be kept confidential later and cannot be shown to you for the time being."
The mustache smiled sly:
"I understand the rules, but I only looked at the first page and couldn't tell the quality of the manuscript. I also asked my little brother to read all the manuscripts for easy pricing."
Jia Chen snatched the first page of the manuscript in Xiaomou's hand and sneered:
"It seems that my manuscript is invisible to the shopkeeper. Since the shopkeeper is not sincere, I can only ask another one."
As he said that, he raised his foot and walked out the door.
Unexpectedly, the mustache suddenly roared:
"Come here, stop him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the guy outside the door rushed in.
At the same time, the curtain behind the counter was lifted up, and six strong men with big waists rushed out of it. Each of them held a whistle stick in their hands, blocking Jia Chen's way out with great momentum.
Jia Chen stood up high, looking down at these fierce men with fierce expressions, and said coldly:
"What's wrong? Are you trying to rob?"
The mustache smiled sarcastically:
"We are not short of money, we don't need to rob money. You just need to leave all the manuscripts and I can let you go."
Jia Chen laughed in anger:
"I have never seen a shameless person like you. You robbed my manuscript just to engrave and sell it and earn money? You even kept saying that you would not rob money. You were simply shameless and lying with your eyes open!"
The bearded man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him:
"A sharp-tongued boy, since you don't want to submit honestly, don't blame me for being rude. Come and take his manuscript over!"
A strong man smiled grimly and stretched out his palm as a palm fan and grabbed the manuscript in Jia Chen's hand.
Jia Chen poked out his left hand like lightning, grabbed the strong man's four fingers, and twisted it in the direction of the reverse joint.
"Crack!"
"Ouch!"
Accompanied by a crisp sound of a joint fracture, the strong man let out a scream.
The beard immediately became anxious and said sternly with gritted teeth:
"Go! Beat him hard!"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a silly female voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Who do you want to beat? I want to see the fight!"
Jia Chen looked in the voice and saw a fat little girl of five or six years old walking in with her short legs and whispering.