I write novels in the East Palace

It was not yet dawn, it was just five o'clock, and through a wooden door, only the patter of rain on the street could be heard, and the slow and fast sound of clappers followed the watchman's protracted "The wind and rain are as dark, the court and the field are full, Pingdan, Yinshi! [ 1]" the chime gradually faded away.

Candles were brightly lit in Chang'an Bookstore, and four or five long-term workers were moving books back and forth from the printing room in the north wing to the storefront facing the street.

In addition to the smell of soil in the drizzle, the whole backyard is also filled with the smell of newly printed ink.

Fu Qian stood under the eaves of the verandah, the rain dripped on his face along the corner of the eaves, but he didn't care, but quickly reached out to support the long-term worker who almost fell into the small puddle.

"Be careful, don't knock it." He stretched out his hand and pulled the crooked oilcloth to cover the blue cover, "Go."

The long-term worker was so frightened that he dozed off immediately, and hurriedly protected the books in his arms, and at the same time, he was extremely grateful that the stack of books did not fall off.

——If Zhou Chengyi was here, he would definitely be surprised. This book is very different from the sample magazine in his hands.

The only thing that is the same is probably only the poem on the cover of the book, but even this poem is not written by the owner himself, it is more rigid and more crafty.

Fu Qian almost stepped on Fang Guanyan's threshold just to use this line of poem, so it is impossible to ask him to spend all this effort, just stamped his name.

"I know that everyone has been so busy these days that they have been dizzy, and now they have not slept all night, but cheer up, after moving things, you can go to the accountant to collect the wages for this order."

Fu Qian's words stirred up the mood of the long-term workers, and they all became more energetic.

There is nothing more exciting than money, if anything, more money.

Fu Qian knew this truth very well, and he smiled again, "When you go back to rest for a day or two, you will still have a big order when you come back."

Although everyone didn't know what the big list he was talking about, they vaguely knew that the young man had sent many people out.

They are happier.

The only one who is not happy is the shopkeeper of Chang'an Bookstore, who is very pessimistic about the sales of his new book called "Magazine".

He looked at the books that had filled up half of the table, and said worryingly to the accountant, "The master prints so many volumes, what if we can't sell them?"

The accountant turned his abacus over last month's turnover, and said in a calm tone without raising his head, "Why do you worry so much, the young master is not the former owner, and even if he loses money, he won't ask you to make up for it."

"Instead of worrying about this, you might as well think about how you can settle the debt as soon as possible."

"...That's right." The shopkeeper shut up awkwardly.

After Fu Qian left the bookstore, he didn't go back to his residence immediately, but went to various charity villages in Chang'an.

People in the world only know that the little father-in-law Fu Yulan is a bad businessman, but they don't know that he is also a great kind person.

He and Luo Yi established the largest Yizhuang in Chang'an to take in orphans and beggars.

Otherwise, Luo Yi, a student of the imperial school with a reputation for raising people, would live in such poverty every day. He didn't have some family background until the publication of "Thirteen Niangs".

Only Fang Guanyan knew about this.

Fu Qian came here this time to introduce jobs to these adopted orphans and beggars.

In the early morning light, the gradually overlapping cries woke up the ancient city.

The shopkeeper confirmed that the good books were all placed neatly, so he asked the clerk to take the baffle and prepare to open the store, but he saw a large number of teenagers and children squatting at the door at some time with patches.

"Someone asked me to give this to you." The leading thin boy stepped forward and handed over a note.

When the shopkeeper took a look, he was actually called by their boss.

He was very surprised after reading the content, and hurriedly called the accountant. After seeing it, the accountant was also a little surprised, but said, "My boss has his own considerations, and he will do as he orders."

The shopkeeper hesitated, and the cashier said, "When did you see the little father-in-law was vague about making money?"

Then nodded.

After a while, a group of teenagers were holding, hugging, or wrapping them with cloth behind their backs. Each of them came out with several books, which attracted everyone's attention.

As soon as these people came out, they parted ways, but they yelled something similar: "Chang'an Bookstore publishes a magazine! Mr. Zigu wrote poems and manuscripts, and challenged the traditional pioneering work "Fox Dream" to be published as a serial!"

"Wait ahem—kid, you mean Mr. Zigu? Which Mr. Zigu?"

Jiang Yusheng is a student of Taixue. He came here on a whim today. Friends recommended it several times, but he has never been to the noodle restaurant because it is directly opposite Chang'an Bookstore. Sitting in the same position, but didn't want to hear the yelling suddenly.

Before he even had time to swallow the noodles, he stopped and was choked.

This question confused the child, how could he know which Mr. Zigu it was!

But he was not stupid, he rolled his eyes, pointed to the book cover and said, "This is Mr. Zi Gu."

Jiang Yusheng was very excited when he saw the seal, and immediately bought a copy, forgetting that it was from Chang'an Bookstore, which he hated the most.

Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, Prime Minister Fang, who was dressed in official uniform, was about to get into the sedan chair, when he suddenly heard a shout piercing the tranquility.

Prime Minister Fang paused slightly, and the people next to him immediately understood, "It's the master."

As soon as the yelling boy took a step around the corner, he retracted his feet in fright, and the yelling stopped abruptly: he asked why it was so quiet here, it turned out to be the mansion of the official.

He was about to leave resentfully, but was stopped, "Our master wants all your books."

The crisp and loud cries of the Yizhuang boys resounded through the streets and alleys, and the same thing happened everywhere.

The continuous heavy rain for several days did not affect the bustle of Chang'an Bookstore. Not only was it about to close down, but a scholar came here despite the rain.

In a hurry, the scholar bumped into a maid at the door and apologized repeatedly.

He rushed to the counter in a hurry, not caring about his soaked clothes, "Has the magazine "Fox Dream" been published?"

"No, I just bought the last one." The shopkeeper replied.

The scholar looked disappointed, and asked again, "Then when will it be available?"

"This...guest, our boss has the final say, and we don't know." The shopkeeper pointed to the pen and paper and the wooden box on the side table, "But you can write letters, our boss every time Someone will be sent to collect it early in the morning.”

That wooden box was delivered on the first day of the magazine's release. When the boss came to inquire, and found that it was better than expected, it was specially delivered the next day.

It is said that it is to collect readers' opinions or suggestions, and anyone can write.

This is really a new thing, once it came out, it attracted many people, many of them hated Chang'an Bookstore even though they didn't sell books, but these people couldn't squeeze in anymore.

Because those who bought it early have already finished reading it, and they have come to write book reviews and suggestions.

The shopkeeper kindly reminded him, the scholar thanked him gratefully, and sat down without saying a word.

The shopkeeper watched the scholar leave, and then heard the accountant say something abruptly, "Mr. Zigu has surpassed Mr. Zigu who came to ask about "Fox Dream" today."

"...It seems so." Since the publication of the magazine, many people who come here every day to inquire about it are basically for Zigu and "Fox Dream".

The shopkeeper didn't pay attention either, but compared to those who asked Mr. Zigu one-sidedly at the beginning, the number of times they asked about "Fox Dream" is almost the same.

And only Fu Qian, who opened the box every night before going to bed, knows how terrifying the popularity of "Fox Dream" is now, and how it has soared so fast, catching up with and eventually surpassing Zigu's travel notes.

There are also some delicate handwriting, obviously written by Miss Boudoir.

These people are not short of money, and they have a wide range of sources of information. They not only know that Fu Qian is the boss, but also know that Chang'an Bookstore sent many people to other places before the magazine was released, hoping to sell "Fox Dream" at a high price.

In the letter, they first ordered the full-year issue of the magazine and the completed book of "Fox Dream", and then they asked the author.

Of course, it is impossible for them to go to the bookstore in person and be surrounded by people to write letters from readers. They often ask their servants to go forward and put them into wooden boxes after they are finished.

By the way, Jiang Yusheng was also one of them, and was among the first to write proposal letters.

Fu Qian naturally knew him. This person and Luo Yi were students from the same hometown and had a good relationship. He didn't like Chang'an Bookstore because he couldn't get used to "popular novels" and thought it was a tarnish to literature, especially what the white-clothed scholars wrote. The "Thirteen Niangs" written by him is a person who respects orthodox Confucianism of the Three Cardinal Guidelines and the Five Constant Principles.

He also admired Mr. Zigu very much.

When Fu Qian heard Luo Yi talking about it, he almost laughed out loud. Jiang Juren obviously didn't know that Fang Guanyan was the most deviant.

Seeing his letter, Fu Qian was not surprised, but he didn't want to open it, and found that although this person praised Zi Gu's travel notes in the letter, he wrote a book review of "Fox Dream" in one and a half pages!

"Haha, this is really interesting." Fu Qian didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, so he immediately asked someone to copy the letter, and then sent it to the two parties.

He couldn't get in touch with that person for the time being, so he didn't know how to react, but Fang Guanyan didn't say anything about the betrayal of the "believers", he just asked someone to bring his book review.

Fu Qian watched the praise and admiration of "Fox Dream" all over the article, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, feeling that he was about to go blind.

The only unsigned letter from a reader that surprised Fu Qian, but the cursive handwriting made him recognize it at a glance-it was Prime Minister Fang.

The prime minister followed Daliu, and he also wrote it and asked people to submit it, and the contents of the letter were also those two.

However, Fu Qian knew very well that the meaning was different.

When other people asked the author, they expressed their affirmation of "Dream of the Fox" and simply wanted to get to know him; when the Prime Minister asked, he must have discovered the hidden edge of "Dream of the Fox".

He can completely ignore other people's letters, but the Prime Minister's letter cannot.

Fu Qian smiled wryly and sighed in his heart.

Fortunately, as early as when he decided to publish this book, he was ready to be questioned, and he also came up with the excuses he had said a long time ago. Because the author is shy and shy, others will do the manuscript fee transaction. I have never I met him face to face as a reason to prevaricate.

But this is not a lie, Fu Qian has indeed only met His Royal Highness the Prince from the beginning to the end.

After buying the magazine, two days later, there were only a lot of letters from readers in the wooden box, all of which hoped that Fu Qian would replenish the stock.

Although he has never learned modern marketing strategies, Fu Qian, who is well aware of the principle of market saturation, did not restock.

He chose to post the next issue.

East Palace.

Zhou Chengyi, who received the second sample, burst into tears.