I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

Guo Li leaned over curiously, and asked, "Zheng Cheng'an, why did your lord come to see you?"

There were other people who joined in the fun and said, "That's right, such beautiful clothes, you can get a lot of money."

"I know the beautiful clothes. Have you seen the carriage? Do you know how much money a horse gets?"

"How much is it worth, you can talk about it later, Zheng Cheng'an, tell me quickly, why do people want you?"

"We are all in the same village anyway, you can't have a chance to make a lot of money and hide it from everyone."

Zheng Cheng'an was dizzy from the violent bombardment, his forehead twitched, and he said perfunctorily: "I don't know what's going on, they just said that they wait for me to go home and talk about it, now I should talk about it." Is it already here? Oh, will you leave after waiting for a long time?"

Guo Li said anxiously: "Then what are you waiting for, go back quickly, don't make your lord wait, hey, you all give way, hurry up and let An Zi go back first."

Zheng Cheng'an escaped smoothly, walking fast on the road, others felt embarrassed to call him when they saw him so impatient.

When he went back, he saw the carriage parked in front of his house, and there was another man wearing Ai Qing's long gown standing beside the carriage. From a distance, he looked tall and tall, looking solemn and solemn, he looked like a son of a family. .

When he got closer, he saw that the person in charge put one hand at his side and the other wrapped around the man's waist, and he immediately understood that this was another pair.

This was the first time other than Lian Xing that he saw Shuang'er who was not pretending to be soft and gentle, and looked like a noble son. It was hard to put his eyes on others, so he said to He Jiaxiang: "Sorry, my steps are a little slow."

Then he took out the key and opened the door.

Several people went in together.

Zheng Chengan and He Jiaxiang sat opposite each other in the main room, Zheng Chengan just poured a bowl of coarse sugar water for each of them, and said: "The family is rough, there is nothing good, please forgive me."

Ye Xingwen tasted it curiously, but almost spit it out. The taste was indeed vulgar. There was burnt sugar color floating in the whole bowl, but when he picked it up, he could see the black residue that could not be melted at the bottom of the bowl. The taste was a kind of shallow Sweet, a little greasy.

Although it didn't taste good, he knew the etiquette and swallowed it without changing his expression.

He Jiaxiang tapped on the table with his fingertips, and said, "Brother Zheng sent those two volumes of story books to our bookstore, what did you think?"

Zheng Chengan smiled: "I'll cut to the chase. Since the steward is willing to spare no effort to come to the village to find me, there must be something attractive about those two books."

He Jiaxiang was noncommittal.

Zheng Cheng'an continued: "Since I have written a book, I naturally want to sell it. Just based on my family background, the manager can tell."

"So, can the manager tell you the price you think, let's discuss it."

I didn't expect this person to be so straightforward, so after a moment of silence, He Jiaxiang introduced: "Mingde Bookstore has always clearly marked the price, and there are generally two methods. One is the price of a single book. If the two are settled, the author will no longer be able to participate in the bookstore's subsequent profits."

After a pause, he continued: "Of course, if you can't even get back the capital, the bookstore won't pester the author."

Zheng Chengan blinked his eyes and understood that this was the buyout price he said, a one-time payment, but the subsequent sale of more or less has nothing to do with him, except for the right of authorship, the rest of the rights have nothing to do with him.

He never intended to use this method to sell his hard work cheaply, even if he didn't do it when he hit the street at first, Zheng Cheng quietly waited for his second method.

"The second way is that the author and the bookstore split the accounts equally. The author is responsible for writing, and the bookstore is responsible for printing and sales. The account is divided according to the number of sales. The disadvantage is that if the sales are not sold, the author may only earn a few pennies. "He Jiaxiang looked at Zheng Chengan firmly and said, hoping that he can understand what he said, and it is best to choose the first way of cooperation.

"Thinking about Brother Zheng's family background, if you want to subsidize the family, this first option is the most cost-effective. I will be able to settle the payment immediately after the contract is signed. I hope Brother Zheng will think carefully about it."

Zheng Chengan said without hesitation, "I choose the second option."

He Jiaxiang froze for a moment: "Brother Zheng?"

Zheng Cheng'an said with a smile: "The manager has read my essays. It is no exaggeration to say that I have never seen anyone develop a script of this kind of subject. The novelty is one of them; and compared with the script of the bookstore, The structure and writing quality of the next story should not be bad, this is the second."

"I'm not an arrogant person, but I just feel that even if I choose the second type of storybook, I can at least earn about the same amount of money as the first type, right? What does the steward think?"

He Jiaxiang was overwhelmed by his clear explanations, he still judged people by their appearance, and he actually felt that people from such a small family who came from such a small family would not understand these things and would trust his own analysis and advice.

It's refreshing to deal with smart people. He Jiaxiang, who is usually eloquent, has nothing to say to Zheng Cheng'an at this time. He thought for a while, "Sure enough, he is worthy of writing such a world structure. Since Brother Zheng chose this way, Then let's make a contract."

"However..." He Jiaxiang reminded, "If you sign this contract, you can't go back on your word. In addition to the current one, you have to hand over a new one every month. Brother Zheng, maybe promise?"

"What's so difficult about it? I can hand over two copies right now." Among other things, Zheng Chengan was absolutely confident in his ability to update.

"There are two now?!" Before He Jiaxiang could speak, Ye Xingwen stood up excitedly.

As soon as he got up together, he realized his gaffe, touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, and said silently: "Sorry, I..."

Zheng Cheng'an chuckled and said: "It's okay, the steward and his wife will stay for a while, I'll come as soon as I go."

As soon as Zheng Cheng'an left, Ye Xingwen buried himself in He Jiaxiang's arms shyly, blushing and said softly, "I'm so ashamed."

He Jiaxiang patted his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, isn't this just what you want, they've already brought you a new one."

Zheng Chengan went back to the house and found out the two newly written volumes before he regretted it. Without him, this is just a draft version written by himself in simplified characters. The characters are big and ugly, and Lian Xing did not manually copy them out. , can't see people at all now.

Zheng Cheng'an even wanted to go back in time, pretending that he hadn't said that sentence, but he couldn't, the two people outside were still waiting for him, so he had no choice but to fumble out.

With embarrassment on his face, Zheng Chengan pretended to be calm and said, "That's all."

Ye Xingwen and He Jiaxiang each picked up a copy.

As soon as the page was turned, the expressions of the two people changed. They looked at each other, and they both read the same meaning from each other's eyes: this word...do you understand it?

Zheng Cheng'an saw that the expressions of the two were different, so he could only cough awkwardly: "These are just drafts."

Ye Xingwen didn't hold back his curiosity, "But this is nothing like the font in the notebook you brought over."

"Of course it's different. My husband copied them all for me. They are very neat." Speaking of this, Zheng Chengan raised his head proudly. He just happened to hear the sound from the gate. Then he shouted, "Lian Xing, come quickly."

Lian Xing thought he was calling him something, so he put down the wheat on his shoulder and walked over quickly, but he stopped in front of the main room.

The door of the main room was wide open, and he could clearly see the glamorous people inside from the outside.

Especially the two nobles who came today, they are gorgeously dressed, spotless, and even their hair reveals exquisiteness. They are in the house, like luminous night pearls, warm and moist like jade, and the rough house out of place.

Under their comparison, Lian Xing felt more and more vulgar, he hesitated for a while, the familiar room in front of him made him afraid to step into it.

But he heard Zheng Chengan's obviously proud voice in the room, "My husband's handwriting is beautiful, small and neat..."

Lian Xing blushed from what he said, and didn't have the heart to despise himself anymore, so he hurried in and tugged Zheng Chengan's sleeve carefully.

Say no more.

He was self-aware, and even the most common, even slightly inferior fonts could be discussed in the lobby, which made him a little apprehensive.

Ye Xingwen saw that Shuang'er, who was tall and strong like a man, was looking at his husband wholeheartedly, and he seemed a little shy and uneasy in his heart. He had a much better impression of Zheng Chengan, and whispered to Lian Xing: "Indeed In this way, when I first saw this book, I was attracted by this word, and I am afraid that many men will not be as neat as you."

Ye Xingwen's words were not all polite, Lian Xing's handwriting was indeed beautiful and neat, but it could be clearly seen that he practiced it by copying the printed handwriting, without any trace of his own.

However, there are not many people in this world who can practice their own style of fonts. It is not easy to have such a standard neatness. After all, it also depends on day after day practice.

In such a small place, it takes more effort for a twin to learn like this than a man.

Lian Xing was even more embarrassed when he heard this. How could he have the nerve to be praised again and again.

After a few more chats, they planned to sign a contract.

Both parties are literate, so they don't need to bother others to write out the content for them. It is only necessary to sign a contract and there must be a third-party witness.

Zheng Cheng'an thought for a while, and finally asked Zheng's father to invite the village chief from the village.

The village head is still a very prestigious old man in the village. In the early years, the family conditions were not bad. He was a local rich man and invited a private school teacher to teach him.

The village chief Fang Gaoyuan looked at the contract written by both parties without any mistakes, especially after seeing that the contract did not intentionally play word games to infringe the rights and interests of their villagers, so he dipped his pen and ink and signed his name on the paper and signed it. Fingerprints are pressed.

This deed is in triplicate, and the parties and witnesses each hold one copy for future troubles.

After the matter was over, the two realized that the person who had secretly hooked up with each other in the room just now and whispered together had disappeared. When they went out to look for it, they realized that they had found a shady place, talking and laughing happily. .