After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

After a long silence, the system said weakly: "So that's how it is."

Mr. Ge rummaged through the luggage he carried with him, found another copy, and handed it to Han Min.

This one looks more serious--

"The Legend of the Chivalrous Blue Wind"

Han Min recognized this book.

The gentleman who wrote this book ran away halfway through, and the rest of the story was actually continued by him.

Books are sold to the writers.

Mr. Ge seriously promoted: "This book is suitable for all ages, anyway, no one asks you to write, how about a book to relieve boredom?"

Han Min still waved his hands: "No, no, thank you."

Mr. Ge put away his script.

At this time, no one was fortune-telling, so they chatted with him.

"What? Short of money?"

Han Min nodded his head lightly.

It is not difficult for a literati to admit that he is poor.

Literati throughout the ages have come here like this.

It's just that Han Min was afraid that his family members would be worried, so he couldn't tell his family members. Now he is a little embarrassed to tell his friends.

Seeing his appearance, Mr. Ge held his own burden and shrank back: "What are you doing? I have no money to lend you."

Now Han Min is not embarrassed at all.

Mr. Ge said: "Yes, you didn't copy the books today, so you have no work to do?"

Han Min nodded again.

Mr. Ge raised his eyebrows: "It's poor. What are you going to do?"

Han Min supported his head: "I'm still thinking about it. If it wasn't for the status of a criminal minister, it should be easier, but it's a pity..."

He sighed, and didn't want to continue talking, and made others unhappy, so he started another topic.

"When did Mister develop...a ​​side business of selling books?"

"It's just that you're not here for a few days. The Gua booth earns too little. If this continues, I can't even afford alcohol."

Mr. Ge thought about it: "Hey, sell books with me?"

Han Min frowned: "Selling "Golden Pin Jade Soul"? This...will not be arrested by the government?"

He didn't write these books, all he wrote were chivalrous books.

He let go of writing the latest "Two or Three Things Between the Holy Majesty and the Censor", and the system also said that it was a bit reserved.

Mr. Ge said: "There are too many people selling this thing, and the government doesn't care about it."

"Then why are you selling it secretly?"

"It's detrimental to my half-immortal image. But the book is printed by Baishi Bookstore, do you know Baishi Bookstore?"

Han Min naturally knew.

He wrote books for Baishi Bookstore.

Mr. Ge persuaded: "Baishi Bookstore prints all historical books and classics. They let me sell them because they saw that I set up a stall here and met a lot of people. The boss behind Baishi Bookstore is from the government."

Han Min has also heard this kind of statement, but he doesn't know who is behind the bookstore.

"To be honest, you don't know when you will be able to take off the hat of a criminal minister. If you can't be rehabilitated, you will go to court again in this life. I'm afraid there is nothing you can do. If you can't pass the imperial examination, you might as well Shall I sell books together? You have a good appearance and please the girl's family, let's go get some that the girl likes, and you sell them."

Han Min smiled, and only asked, "This thing you're talking about, it...is it quick to pay?"

Mr. Ge laughed: "It's just to earn some wine money. If you want money quickly, you might as well write a storybook."

It's better to write a storybook.

Still laughing, Han Min rolled up the pen curtain paper and put it into the holder of the pen: "Where is it? You don't earn much money writing scripts."

"how do you know?"

Mr. Ge suddenly thought of something, his expression froze.

Han Min pointed to the book "The Legend of Chivalry and the Blue Wind": "I wrote it."

"Oh, I thought you literati..."

Han Min packed his things, stood up, and asked with bright eyes, "Is there any distinction between literati? Is there any difference between high and low writing?"

He was standing, and Mr. Ge was sitting, and the noon sun seemed to be pouring on Han Min alone, making his whole body golden.

Mr. Ge said with emotion: "Han Min, you are going to become King Qu Xing."

Han Min smiled.

Mr. Ge said seriously: "I'm serious, I am a fortune teller. Although I sell books part-time, I am a professional fortune teller."

Han Min picked up the small bench: "It's getting late, I'm going back, see you in the afternoon."

It was almost noon, and Mr. Ge had to close his stall and leave.

Three days ago, Han Min went to Baishi Bookstore to deliver the manuscript. During this period, the shopkeeper would read through the manuscript, and then asked him to revise the manuscript again.

According to the old rules, Han Min would go to the bookstore today to bring back the manuscripts to be corrected.

Baishi Bookstore has stores in all states and counties of Daqi, selling serious books on the surface, and selling some textbooks behind the scenes.

Han Min went to their shop, but he didn't want to but met Mr. Ge in front of the door holding a cloth banner.

Mr. Ge said shyly, "It didn't sell well in the morning, so I'll change a few copies."

Han Min responded, "Well, I'm here...to get the manuscript."

"You really wrote books for them? I thought you were kidding me."

"It's true, I do write books for them."

Without saying a few words, the treasurer of Baishi Bookstore came up to him in a bumpy manner.

"Young Master Han, I'm looking forward to your coming."

Han Min saluted him.

"Don't have to."

The shopkeeper took his hand in both hands and looked carefully.

Han Min shrank back, the shopkeeper held him down, patted the back of his hand, and sighed repeatedly: "The pearl is covered with dust, the pearl is covered with dust."

"what?"

"Why did you ask you to write a chivalrous book for two years? Why didn't you let me know about your ability?"

Han Min withdrew his hand vigorously: "What are you talking about?"

"Hey, if I knew you were writing about courts and courts, how could you write those messy things?"

The shopkeeper pulled him into the door: "Come, come, come in and say."

Seeing his exaggeration, Han Min was a little nervous, and looked around.

Mr. Ge took a step forward, followed him, and gave him a push: "Let's go, I'll take a look with you."

Han Min returned his gaze gratefully.

Enter the inner room and serve fragrant tea.

The shopkeeper said: "Young Master Han, I don't know. Although our Baishi Bookstore has printed scriptures, but the story book has only been up for a while, and we can't grab it from other houses. Other houses have already written all the chivalry and love jokes. Han The young master wrote about this palace, which is really ahead of others."

Han Min was puzzled: "But I remember that there are other gentlemen who wrote this..."

The shopkeeper said earnestly: "What they wrote is not true, but what you write is true, as if you have experienced it yourself."

It doesn't seem like, Han Min has indeed experienced it.

He often played in the palace when he was a child, and he was familiar with the former emperor, prince, prime minister and censor.

The shopkeeper continued: "I am here, I want to sign a long-term contract with Mr. Han, and we can discuss it."

Han Min didn't know much about this, so he hurriedly looked for the system and hugged his feet temporarily: "System, hurry up, pass the "Contract Law" to me."

Before the system was called out by him, Mr. Ge took a step forward: "Let's help you talk."

So Mr. Ge took Han Min to discuss various matters with the shopkeeper of Baishi Bookstore.

Mr. Ge was articulate and thoughtful, and abruptly helped him double the price.

Han Min listened beside him, only feeling admiration.

He made a request: "I probably won't be able to write something like "Gold Pin Jade Soul"."

Mr. Ge said: "Oh, yes, he has no experience, he can't write this."

The shopkeeper responded with a smile: "Okay, it doesn't matter."

Han Min nodded: "It can be done."

"Anything else?"

"What's more..." Han Min glanced at Mr. Ge, "In the future, when selling books, I want Mr. Ge to sell the first part of Daqi, and I will only sell them for three days."

The shopkeeper laughed and said: "Little scholar, this matter is still far away, let's talk about it after your words have been sold to the whole Daqi."

Han Min didn't feel ashamed either, so he responded graciously.

"Then I'll write it quickly."

The shopkeeper was still smiling, and patted him on the shoulder: "You go back and write two more books."

Han Min responded, "Okay."

The two agreed to sign a contract when the manuscript was delivered next time.

Baishi Bookstore gave him the deposit first.

Coming out of Baishi Bookstore, Mr. Ge warned: "Next time you have to sign something, remember to come to me again, be careful not to be tricked."

Han Min looked at him: "I know. Thank you sir today, why don't I treat him to a drink?"

Mr. Ge spared no effort to laugh at him: "You haven't even been to Flower Street, how can you still drink?"

Han Min pouted, but still couldn't hide the joy on his face.

Mr. Ge waved his hand and said, "Go back quickly, your house must be waiting for you to eat."

"Mr. Ge, go slowly."

"Are you coming in the afternoon? Help you get a seat?"

"Come on. My grandfather is too orthodox, he won't like me writing story books."

"Okay, then you go, I will help you take a seat."

Han Min thanked him again, and left holding the small bench.

"Tong, I know what it's like to 'the willows are dark and the flowers brighten another village'. The literati ancestors still take good care of me."

Han Min weighed the heavy purse, walking briskly, so happy that he moved his hands and feet together.

The system is very disgusted: "Walk well, there is no prospect."

"You don't understand, the literati get carried away with complacency, they dance with their hands and their feet."

In order to anger it, Han Min bounced all the way home.

It was past noon when Han Min returned home.

The food was heating up on the kitchen stove, and Han Min ate standing by the stove.

After a hasty lunch, he went back to his room and opened the small wooden box containing the money.

Put in the ten or so copper coins that I wrote the letter on behalf of this morning, and the deposit from Baishi Bookstore.

The wooden box of money began to fill up again.

Han Min rubbed his hands and sighed, "I feel at ease when I see the money."

He carefully put the wooden box back to its original place, sat in front of the desk, and began to write the second volume of "Two or Three Things About the Holy Majesty and the Censor".

The system said: "Hey, take advantage of the time now, come up with a pseudonym, if I ask you temporarily, you will definitely not be able to think of a good name."

Han Min put down his pen, looked up at the beam, and thought about it for a while.

The system continued to mutter: "I've already figured it out for you. Your literary journey can be divided into these stages. First, you will try your hand at a small test, and then you will stand out, show your talents, make a big difference, and kill the world,"

Han Min called to stop: "Okay, okay, I know you've already learned the idioms beginning with the word 'big', so you don't need to show off."

The system didn't listen to him at all: "In the end, it will sweep away thousands of troops, 'Heaven did not give birth to you, Han Mimin, the literary world is like a long night'."

What is it daydreaming about?

It didn't listen to Han Min's words, so he finally had to shout, "I've figured out my pseudonym!"

The system quieted down: "What is it?"

"'Pure Beauty White Rose'."

The system is stuck.

Han Min picked up the pen again, holding back a smile while writing.

Since he couldn't count on him, the system had no choice but to look through the literature to help him find it. It also had to take into account the five elements and gossip, and gave him a beautiful name with extraordinary luck.

Two days later, the goshawk named Carrot Head flew over and stopped in front of Han Min's window——Fu Xun wrote back to him.

At that time Han Min asked Fu Xun how the situation in Liuzhou was, and Fu Xun replied "no problem".

Han Min casually put the note in "Zhi An Shu", still opened the manuscript, and began to write his script.

New Year's Eve will come soon.

In the past ten days, Han Min went out to write letters during the day, and wrote dozens of pages of manuscripts in his spare time.

Baishi Bookstore is planning to print and sell his first volume of storytelling after the New Year's Eve.

His reward was two bags of silver ingots.

There is still left over for the Chinese New Year.

On the [-]th afternoon of the twelfth lunar month, in front of Han's house.

Holding the Spring Festival couplets in one hand and the ladder in the other, Han Min climbed up to a high place.

Han Pei stood in front of the door, clenched his fist with his right hand and opened his left hand.Every time I say a word, I look down at my left and right hands to distinguish the direction.

"Second brother, turn to the left...to the right! A little bit to the right!"

According to his words, Han Min took the Spring Festival couplets and turned a little to the left, then to the right, and asked, "Is this so? How about this?"

Not far away, a man in a black cloak got off his horse and walked straight towards them.

At that time, Han Pei was lowering his head, trying to distinguish between the left and the right. When he looked up, he suddenly saw a man bypassing him and walking straight behind the second brother.

The man folded his hands and stood by the ladder, looking up at Han Min.

Han Min didn't realize it, and still fiddled with the couplet with his head up: "Han Peipei, how about this?"

Han Pei glanced at the man, and quickly reminded Han Min: "Second brother, there is a man."

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