Master Chengyu left in a hurry.
There was absolutely no chance for Chen Luo to hold his thigh.
He just said, "The person you should thank is not a poor man," and then left coldly, leaving Chen Luo completely messed up in the cold wind.
I am a worshiper of the Taoist sect, a virtuous teacher!
Can't you just talk to me for ten dollars?
Who should I thank?
What happened to Qu Lihou? Why are you targeting me?
And who is the young prince you are talking about?
Chen Luo has a lot of question marks at the moment.
Is the water in Zhongjing City so deep?
Senior Wei, I can't control it anymore.
…
Not in the mood to continue shopping, Chen Luo hailed a carriage and took him back to the Earl's Mansion. Although the Earl's Mansion is full of free time, it is still a gold-eating beast. After all, it is his own home.
The carriage took a long time, and Chen Luo was sitting in the carriage. He always felt that there were so many things in his head, but he couldn't sort out a train of thought, and he was a little irritable. Suddenly I caught a glimpse of a square piece of paper in the corner of the carriage. The yellowed paper looked familiar. Chen Luo picked up the paper and glanced at it, his eyes widened instantly.
"Shocked! The Saitama girl from Yuhua Pavilion has a lot of money for combing her hair!"
"Miss Arang from Tianxiang Tower tells it personally: The story that I and my former Minister of Industry had to tell!"
"One-stop gambling shop is open. We are looking for thugs. Those with skills will be given priority."
"Mantingxiang Restaurant opens today, located at No. 39 Ruyifang, Qinglong Street, with a 50% discount on the entire restaurant!"
Chen Luo rubbed his eyes and confirmed again that he had read it correctly. He was holding a street tabloid in his hand.
The text above is not elegant text, but plain text. Pingwen is an abbreviated version of Yawen. It does not trigger the power of heaven, so the difficulty of writing is also reduced a lot. It was the font used for daily communication in the Daxuan Dynasty.
The difference from Yawen is probably equivalent to the difference between seal script and regular script in the previous life.
Chen Luo flipped through the tabloid and found that the contents were mainly brothel gossip and recruitment notices, with some business advertisements in between.
Suddenly he seemed to catch the train of thought in his mind.
Chen Luo knocked on the frame of the carriage, and the groom who drove the carriage opened the curtain and asked with a smile: "Sir, what are your orders?"
Chen Luo politely showed the tabloid to the groom: "Brother, where can I buy this?"
The groom glanced at it and chuckled: "Brother, isn't this just a draft report? In any teahouse, tavern or brothel, there are boys selling it for a penny each."
Chen Luo asked again: "Are they all like this?"
The groom was also talkative and nodded: "Yes! It's all news about brothel girls and local workers. We rough guys like to read it. It's cheap anyway. After reading it, you can take it home and put it away." Toilets.”
"There is no other content? For example, it is written in Yawen?" Chen Luo chased after him.
The groom thought for a while and replied: "My guest, you are talking about the "Wenbao". It is a valuable thing. It is published by Wenchang Pavilion. It is said to contain the latest poetry, as well as annotations and meanings of scriptures by masters and even great scholars. Articles. Once a month, it is said to cost ten taels of silver a piece!"
"Ten taels? So expensive?" Chen Luo looked surprised.
"It's not expensive! How can things for scholars be said to be expensive? A low-grade Enlightenment Sutra costs a hundred taels. If it weren't for the fact that the books in the academy can be read for free, my family can't afford a scholar even if it saves money for eight lifetimes!"
Chen Luo was startled, and then the memory of books came to his mind.
Books are divided into three categories: upper, middle and lower. Written by the original author himself, it is of the highest quality. If a learned person copies it carefully, it will be of high quality. Using the Confucian magic of "writing a thousand words" to quickly copy is inferior.
Among the low-grade scriptures, the enlightenment level is the lowest, but it also requires a hundred taels of silver. Therefore, ordinary families cannot afford books at all and can only hope that their children can enroll in academies, because in academies, books can be borrowed for free. And Wenchang Pavilion will pay the original author of the classics according to the number of borrowings!
Not to mention piracy, the book contains the power of heaven. Try a pirated version. God will kill you first before the original author and Wenchang Pavilion can defend their rights!
In this way, the books on the bookcase in Chen Luo's study are worth a lot of money!
wrong! That's not the point!
Chen Luo suddenly slapped his head. He was also investigating the wool market. In this world, writing books is the most profitable!
And what does he, Chen Luo, the great Xuan Wan Anbo, the wise master of the Taoist sect, the master of worldly energy, and the pioneer of the fourth road to heaven, lack most?
It’s a head full of books!
Chen Luo closed the car curtain, sat back on the seat in the carriage, and his brain began to spin rapidly.
The mortal energy in his body, which was in the perfect channeling state before, has been exhausted, and there is not even a drop left.
According to the spirit of the secret realm, people who read his books can also produce red dust energy, which has been proven by Ji Zhong. The more people generate red dust energy, the more red dust energy can be fed back to them. This will be a major source of training for him in the future.
Secondly, there is no limit to reading his books through talent, that is, as long as you can understand elegant literature, you can read his books and get the worldly atmosphere from them.
Finally, make money! For other great scholars, it is already remarkable that they can write two or three books in a lifetime, but he has a mobile library!
I'm very excited when I think about it, I actually ran around Jinshan Mountain before!
in conclusion.
He wants to capture a mass market, so the price cannot be too high, otherwise consumers will not be able to afford a copy in their lifetime.
He needs a sustainable channel that can satisfy him to write one book after another.
He needs to have a stable method of cashing out funds that can maintain the above two points.
Then, the breakthrough is——
"Sir, we've arrived!" The groom knocked on the car window.
Chen Luo stopped thinking, got out of the car, and suddenly found a familiar figure leaning against the red door of the Earl's Mansion. He seemed to be sleepy, half asleep against the door.
Chen Luo recognized that half-dead look at a glance.
"Ji Zhong!"
Hearing the shout, Ji Zhong raised his head with a look of ecstasy: "Young Master!"
Just a "ji" was heard, shouted from Ji Zhong's mouth.
A little awe-inspiring,
Thousands of miles of joy!
Ji Zhong stood in front of Chen Luo instantly.
Your sister, it’s only a few steps away, and you show up again!
…
Tianxiang Tower.
Chen Luohao felt relieved and ordered a whole table. Looking at Ji Zhong who was devouring it, he didn't know how many meals he had missed.
"Why are you here? Is Chen Xuan okay?"
"It's okay!" Ji Zhong said while holding a phoenix bird leg in his mouth, "When the young master was just kidnapped, Sister Xuan lost weight in just a day or two. Later, Magistrate Cai sent a message from Wei Daru , said that he had rescued you, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and returned to normal."
When Chen Luo heard this, he felt sad. He had gone through life and death hardships, and Chen Xuan had also gone through life and death.
"Then why did you come to Zhongjing?"
"Sister Xuan said that Magistrate Cai is taking care of you at home and there is nothing serious. She was afraid that you wouldn't be able to cope alone in Zhongjing, so she asked me to come over and accompany you. She originally wanted to send Sister Xiaohuan to take care of you, but Uncle Ping persuaded her to stop. !Oh, right……"
As he spoke, Ji Zhong took out a stack of silver notes from his arms: "This is thirty thousand taels of silver notes. Sister Xuan asked me to bring it to you. He said that Zhongjing consumes a lot of money, and you must be thinking of ways to make money. Let you Don't worry, don't save anything, just write back to her when it's not enough..."
Chen Luo looked at the neat stack of banknotes and took them into his hands. For some reason, his nose felt sour and his eyesight instantly blurred...
