Magistrate Zhou became a joke in Xianyang.
After Zhao Hao learned his story, he did not beat him up.
After all, essentially, Magistrate Zhou was not at fault, but was dedicated to serving the public good.
Perhaps the First Emperor did not accuse him of being rude because he had no selfish motives.
the following few days.
Zhao Hao was supervising the burning of cement while writing "The Biography of the Heroes of Shooting and Withering".
Busy as hell.
Originally, he was just prevaricating Gongzi Liang and others, but Gongzi Liang came to bother him every three days, asking him to write it as soon as possible.
Zhao Hao knew that Gong Ziliang wanted to date that Ruyi girl, so he had no choice but to agree.
Every time he wrote a part, he gave it to Yan Le and sent it to the newly opened bookstore.
Even though they are brothers, they still have to settle accounts clearly.
It's okay for me to write, but it can't be written in vain.
Want to see and buy it yourself.
This is Zhao Hao's principle.
Since paper became popular in Xianyang, bookstores in Xianyang City gradually replaced bamboo slips with paper books.
Although it is expensive, it is not that no one buys it.
Especially the young ladies from powerful families love paper books even more.
After all, the weight of the bamboo slips made it difficult for them to read it for a long time.
Moreover, the number of words in a book on bamboo slips is obviously not as much as that on paper books.
"Yan Cheyu is here, hurry, hurry, sit inside!"
The owner of Qidian Bookstore saw Yan Le walking into the bookstore and quickly greeted him.
Yan Le smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Chen, how are the sales of your book?"
"Yan Cheyu came just in time. I was just about to send someone to find you. The Young Master's books are selling extremely well. The supply has exceeded demand these days. Many bookstores want to cooperate with us..."
The middle-aged man named Shopkeeper Chen had a smile on his face that looked like a chrysanthemum.
He used to run a bookstore in Xianyang City, and it was rare to open it for several days. Especially when the book banning law came out, his business plummeted, and even Hukou became a problem.
Just when he was planning to sell the bookstore and find another way out, Zhao Hao found him.
Not only did he buy his bookstore, he also allowed him to continue to be the shopkeeper and be responsible for selling paper books.
To him, this was simply a great kindness.
Therefore, he secretly made up his mind to find a way to run the bookstore well and not let Zhao Hao down.
But what he didn't expect was that Zhao Hao didn't need him to think of a way to manage it at all, and directly gave him a way to make money.
That is "The Biography of the Heroes of Shooting and Withering" written by Zhao Hao.
As soon as "The Legend of the Withered Heroes" was released, people quickly came here to buy it out.
It doesn’t even need publicity.
This made him wonder if Zhao Hao was looking for a tool man.
Fortunately, Zhao Hao's book was released slowly, and some of the other books in the bookstore were also sold due to those who did not rush to buy "The Legend of the Heroes of the Shooting Withered Heroes".
Don't make him look useless.
After thinking about it, shopkeeper Chen poured tea for Yan Le with a smile, and continued: "The cooperation situation is like this. They copy the books in our bookstore and give us 40% of the profit for each book. What do you think?"
"Why is it only 40% profit?"
Yan Le frowned, looking a little dissatisfied.
In his opinion, this kind of business that comes to his door is a matter of whether he wants it or not.
Since you want to make this money, you have to give up the profits.
But shopkeeper Chen disagreed: "Forty percent profit is already a lot. If it is sold to other counties through their channels, it will not only expand the reputation of "The Legend of the Heroes of the Blighted Heroes", but also make more money!"
Hearing this, Yan Le thought for a while and felt that it made sense, so he nodded and said, "I will explain this matter to the Young Master. The Young Master has already written the next chapter of "The Legend of the Heroes of the Heroes of Sheke".
After saying this, he took out a roll of paper from his arms and handed it to Shopkeeper Chen.
Shopkeeper Chen looked overjoyed and quickly took it carefully, unfolded it slowly, and read it carefully, which lasted a moment.
Yan Le didn't rush him, just waited quietly.
Since he expressed his loyalty to Zhao Hao, his mentality has become calmer, and even Zhao Gao cannot see what he is thinking.
Every time he communicated with Zhao Gao, he always looked enigmatic, making Zhao Gao suspect that he had betrayed him, but also felt that he had not betrayed him.
Anyway, it's so sad to be away from each other.
"Young Master is truly a great talent! Such an article is truly rare in the world!"
Shopkeeper Chen couldn't help but sigh after reading the manuscript in his hand.
Yan Le glanced at him and smiled without saying a word.
At this time, several luxuriously dressed customers came outside the bookstore, thinking about what to buy.
One of the handsome-looking young men picked up a paper book and said in surprise: "The Legend of the Heroes of Shooting? How come I have never heard of it before? Could it be a new story?"
"Yes, guest, this is a new book that has just been released in our bookstore. Why don't you buy it and take a look at it?"
A boy in the bookstore quickly greeted him with a smile.
Although the young man knew that no matter which book he took, the boy would tell him a good story, he was not short of the money, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll buy one and have a look!"
With that said, he took out his money bag and paid the boy the book money.
With one, there were soon two.
The situation of selling books during this period was no different from now.
Yan Le read in the bookstore for a while, memorizing all the details, then said goodbye to Shopkeeper Chen and returned to the palace to report to Zhao Hao.
.......
the other side.
In the mansion of a powerful family.
A group of young men and women are reading the newly purchased "The Legend of the Heroes of the Withering Heroes".
After reading a few pages, they couldn't help but be surprised.
"Martial Arts?! Why have you never read a story like this before?"
"Stop talking nonsense, take a look first and then talk!"
"Yes! I heard that this story is very interesting and many people are watching it!"
A quarter of an hour later.
"Damn it! Is this author called Ritian handicapped? How come he only wrote such a small amount?!"
"This is unreasonable! It's so abominable!"
"..."
As the shouts and curses came one after another, all the eyes in the courtyard were attracted here.
The maids, attendants, and guards all wondered what these nobles were looking at and why they were so angry.
However.
Before they could figure it out, they heard the nobles change their subject.
"No! I can't let myself suffer alone. I have to recommend this book to my friends so that they can suffer with me!"
"Yes! Just do it!"
Ever since, "The Legend of the Heroes of Shedong" has continued to be popular in Xianyang.
This in turn spawned a series of rushes for manuscript submissions.
"Is this author called Ri Tian okay? It only takes a few days to write something like this, it's simply unreasonable!"
"It's such a short time! How old is Ritian today? Are you weak?"
"It's so abominable! I really want to see what's behind it!"
"Don't let me find him, otherwise I will put him in a small dark room. If he doesn't write hundreds of times a day, I won't give him food!"
"Brother, what a great idea! I have this intention!"
"Take it next!"
.......
At the same time, inside Chu Nan Pavilion.
"Aqiu——!"
"Aqiu——!"
"Aqiu——!"
Zhao Hao sneezed several times in succession and couldn't help but rub his sore nose.
The sneezing symptoms lasted for several days. He didn't know whether he had a cold or someone was praising him behind his back. Anyway, Zhao Hao decided to take a break and not tire himself out.
After all, I am still growing.
If it affects growth and cannot grow taller, it will be difficult to find a wife in the future.
Thinking like this, Zhao Hao immediately put down his pen and walked out of the room.
"boom!"
Zhao Hao, who was about to go out, bumped into someone who was coming in and was caught off guard.
It wasn't that it hurt, but that a woman's body fragrance spread into Zhao Hao's nasal cavity.
Separating distance from the other party, Zhao Hao took the lead and asked, "Who is it?!" before Zhao Hao could see the face of the person clearly?
"I'm sorry, sir, it's me, Mo Xuan!"
"Mo Xuan?"
Zhao Hao was stunned, and when he looked carefully, he saw that it was really Mo Xuan. He couldn't help but frown and asked, "Why are you so panicked?"
"Go back to me, Sir, the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle you asked us to make has been made!"
Mo Xuan said with excitement on his face.
"real?!"
Zhao Hao was surprised and seemed a little unbelievable.
The Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle was a powerful weapon in the martial arts movies he watched in his previous life.
He didn't expect it to be possible in reality.
Moreover, the reason why he asked the Mo family brothers and sisters to create the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle was because the Mo family was a bit stuck in its ways.
He wanted to attack the Mo brothers and sisters and take advantage of the situation to regain them.
Unexpectedly, they actually invented the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle.
With surprise, hesitation, and helplessness in his heart, Zhao Hao sighed and waved his hands, "Now that it's been made, take me to see it..."
"yes!"
Mo Xuan responded and immediately brought Zhao Hao to the small courtyard.
At this time, there was not only Mo Ku, but also Laifu, Chang Wei, Yan Le and others in the courtyard.
"Mo Ku has met the young master!"
When Mo Ku saw Zhao Hao, he immediately saluted him.
Zhao Hao nodded, then looked at the box in front of him, tilted his head and said, "Is this the Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle you made?"
"Yes, sir, please check!"
"Well, it's too dangerous here, let's move to another place!"
"good!"
Mo Ku nodded, and then left the small courtyard with Zhao Hao and others.
