I write novels in the East Palace

"What is serialization? What's the point of reminding you to update?" Zhou Chengyao was puzzled.

Zhou Chengyi was taken aback, annoyed that he subconsciously spoke modern words, and was a little worried that he would be found out to be not the original and would be given a drink of talisman water by the master dancer.

After all, the level of medical treatment in ancient times was limited, and feudal superstition prevailed.

But soon he calmed down, pretending to be casual and explained, "Serialization means that I publish the same work in Chang'an Bookstore many times in a row, and reminder is what I just said to ask me to write more."

Zhou Chengyao understood its meaning and usage after a little thought, clapped his hands together and praised, "The meaning of the word is vivid, clear and easy to understand, wonderful."

Seeing that he had no doubts, Zhou Chengyi breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and lamented in his heart, thinking: If only there was a magazine, I would write a little every day and cut off the manuscript once a week. I don’t need to finish it all at once.

Wait, although there is no electricity and the Internet is not available in this era, there are newspapers!

Today’s newspapers are called Di Bao or Chao Bao, which is an official newspaper system that became common during the Southern Song Dynasty. Although it is a court news, it is only published among officials, and most of them are handwritten. Later, there are also some unofficial folk tabloids. Not much spark, though.

It's not important, what's important is——

Newspapers are already available, so it’s not impossible to run a magazine!

Zhou Chengyao was thinking about where the little brother came from so many unfamiliar and concise words. Could it be that he was recuperating in the mansion for a long time and didn't come out to see more, so he got off track with everyone?

Before he could think clearly, he saw Zhou Chengyi suddenly clenched his fist and slammed it lightly in his palm, saying "Yes, how did I just think of it!" and hurriedly walked into the bedroom.

Zhou Chengyao followed up suspiciously, and saw the younger brother drive straight into the study room and flip through quickly with the book list. After confirming something, he turned around and went straight to the bookshelf, and opened one of the book boxes.

"Found it!" The original owner's obsessive-compulsive disorder is really a gift blind box, and he can always open up the little surprises he needs at unexpected times.

Zhou Chengyi stretched out his hand in great surprise, ready to appreciate the newspapers of the ancients.

It’s not the modern big newspaper in octavo and sixteen, and the paper quality is not very good. It’s a bit rough to start with, and it’s not well typesetting. The characters in teeny small letters are crowded on a piece of paper, and there is no title. There are no punctuation marks, only traditional Chinese characters... Zhou Chengyi, who is used to modern reading, made his eyes jump uncomfortably.

Zhou Chengyao thought that he was looking for something excitedly, but in the end he took out a stack of mansion papers, thinking he had read it wrong, and took a closer look at it, and it was true, there was an official seal on the back.

Although he is a sick prince who has not been to court for many years, he still has the right to read the court newspaper.

Zhou Chengyao was silent for a moment, feeling that he should not underestimate his younger brother: "... What are you doing?"

"Reading the newspaper." Zhou Chengyi rubbed his eyes and answered casually. He tried to open his eyes wide to read the contents of this yellowed old newspaper.

Coincidentally, the page of the newspaper he was holding had something to do with the original owner.

It is just about the defeat of Ruchuan a few years ago, and Zhongliyue's divine soldiers descending from the sky to help the country's collapse. Among them, the words of praise are not rich and complicated, and the rainbow bragging makes Zhou Chengyi, the leader of the boastful group, feel ashamed.

These officials also love their houses and birds. They not only praised the God of War, but also brought along the original owner, saying that the original owner was young and intelligent, modest and prudent, with a deep heart, the heroic appearance of His Majesty, and the pride of Zhongli's family.

Zhou Chengyi's teeth were sore from watching, and he glanced down, saying that the eldest son of Prime Minister Fang had been admitted to the family of Tang Henian, the national teacher.

Tang Henian was famous as a teacher of the state. It is said that Qimen Dunjia is proficient in astrology, divination, art of war and strategy, and he can discuss Taoism, immortality and alchemy. He can be called a contemporary Guiguzi.

Like Guiguzi, he also lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests. There are not many disciples under his sect, but all of them are famous, although most of them die young.

Due to the feudal era, Tang Henian continued to be deified, and even he lived in seclusion with his disciples without leaving home.

Judging from Zhou Chengyi's materialist dialectic view, this is a social horror tech nerd.

Zhou Chengyi didn't think much about it, and was about to look away, and stretched out a hand from the side to cover the newspaper, when he tilted his head and saw Zhou Chengyao nervously asking, "Why did I suddenly remember reading these, old things, let's put them back .”

He also saw the above about Marshal Zhongli. Who could have imagined at that time that many years later, the God of War of the Xiao Kingdom, who was praised and worshiped so much, would be labeled a collaborator and treason, and the little prince who was praised for his intelligence was even reduced to a prisoner.

The praise in the mansion newspaper has turned into reprimand and humiliation, and the calls for His Majesty to handle the case as soon as possible are getting louder and louder, knowing that it must be the fifth prince's order to do it, Zhou Chengyao looked at the other courtiers who were indifferent, and his heart was chilling.

The comparison between the present and the past is really ironic.

"I won't read it." Zhou Chengyao twitched the corners of his mouth and tried to smile, then threw the newspaper back into the bookcase.

Zhou Chengyi felt that something was wrong with his brother, and seeing that he didn't want to talk, he didn't ask, and thoughtfully changed the subject, and couldn't hide his excitement, "Brother, I have an idea, and I don't know if it's feasible. I'll write a letter and you can bring it to the bookstore for me." Boss."

……

Fang Guanyan had just sent away the prime minister and the fifth prince who had learned that he had come back to Beijing. He rubbed his brows wearily, and then heard the report from his servants, "Young Master, Young Master Fu is here."

Fang Guanyan paused.

He remembered that he was turned over to the dawn yesterday, and the heart of the ugly handwriting made him anxious, so he couldn't help but keep it privately, and even copied a copy of the novel himself, and now it is properly treasured under the pillow mat.

When he got up today, he looked at the manuscript of the novel, and his heart was still moved, so he let himself divination.

A hexagram to ask the person is an unpredictable hexagram.

The second hexagram asks about the relationship, whether it is a very peaceful hexagram image.

Fang Guanyan paused for a moment, thoughtfully read the third hexagram, asked for intersection, and the hexagram pointed directly at his side.

Fang Guanyan changed another algorithm, and finally calculated that the intersection with him was Fu Qian.

Now that Fu Qian has arrived, he nodded, feeling a little impatient, "Come in, please."

"Zi Gu!" Fu Qian came in a hurry and tripped over the threshold. He excitedly rushed over and slapped the unpacked letter manuscript on the table, "I tell you, that guy is really talented!" ! Take a closer look, it's really my nobleman!"

As Fu Qian said, he picked up the teapot in a very unimpressive manner, raised his head and poured a few sips to moisten his throat.He was overjoyed when he opened the letter, and even thought it was too slow to take a carriage, so he galloped here on horseback.

Fang Guanyan picked up the letter and read it.

The handwriting was indeed the same as yesterday's novel draft, and he was surprised that Fu Qian said "that one", as if he knew who it was.

Although he had a guess in his heart, he was not sure.

He moved his lips, pressed his tongue for the time being, and read the contents of the letter at a glance.

It's nothing more than Fu Qian's excitement. This letter is only one page long, but it gave Fu Qian a good idea that can make money and solve the current problems of Chang'an Bookstore.

When Fu Qian took over Chang'an Bookstore, the veteran bookstore was almost killing itself.

In order to rejuvenate the bookstore, Fu Qian picked up all the "vulgar" projects such as popular novels, dramas, comics and comics that were previously abandoned by the bookstore, and even spent a lot of money on manuscripts.

For this reason, he was criticized by many "noble" scholars, claiming that Chang'an Bookstore was completely degraded and became a pilgrimage site for picky people.

Fu Qian naturally didn't hesitate to talk to them, the money he earned from selling vulgar things was double the previous account.

But there is still a problem, and the problem lies in the book.

Paper is expensive, ink is expensive, printing is difficult, the cost of book production is high, the selling price is naturally higher, and the cost of trial and error is quite high.

Often, one person buys it, and ten people copy it, and once there is a book that they don't like, the reputation of Chang'an Bookstore will be trampled, and newcomers will have no reputation, and the book will be difficult to sell.

These have virtually hindered sales.

Now the letter mentions a solution, which is to run a magazine.

Several articles are condensed into one book and serialized, which virtually expands the readership and reduces the cost of trial and error. As long as you find one you like, you will not be discarded, and it can also attract other books. Relationship, reader stickiness will also expand from the author to the bookstore and so on.

It's really a good idea for a lot of money!

Not to mention that Fu Qian was excited when he saw it, and he just said that he was a nobleman. Fang Guanyan also felt that it was a golden lump delivered to his door. The golden lump didn't even mention the reward in the letter, so he said it so happily.

"You don't know, I fell off the chair at that time, and I thought I was dreaming!" Fu Qian calmed down a lot, and said with emotion, "Although I have heard that he is smart, I can't see his trembling temperament. If I knew earlier that his supernatural power would offend the Fifth Prince, and I would definitely make friends with him."

"Although it's not rare to know him, I, Fu Qian, am not the kind of villain who takes advantage. I will pay him [-]% for the magazine! There is also the share of "Fox Dream". I am willing to only take the cost price and share the profit. Give it all to him."

Fang Guanyan looked at Fu Qian's solemn expression, he was indeed sincere.

Although this person is generous, he often hires restaurants to treat guests to dinner, but he has a different face when doing business. He is extremely stingy and never gives more than half of the profit. He is a born businessman.

It can be seen that he is grateful to that person at this moment if he can personally transfer the profit at the cost price.

Fang Guanyan asked calmly, "It seems that you have known him for a long time."

Fu Qian pointed to the distorted handwriting on the letter paper, and couldn't help laughing, "Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times, even if you want to pretend you don't know it."

It has always been heard that the prince's calligraphy is extremely poor, and he only thinks that the great Confucianism is strict with him, or at most it is too rigid and has no aura, and he is always better than Pei Yi.

Looking at it now, good guy, strong is strong, but the strong one is Pei Ju.Not to mention aura, there is no artisan spirit in this word, if you have to talk about spirit, if you take a closer look at this distorted appearance, it is a bit ghostly.

How can calligraphy be extremely bad, this is no calligraphy at all.

Fang Guanyan also remembered this matter. His master Tang Gong also taught several princes in the palace at the invitation of His Majesty in the early years. Later, the most impressive thing he said to him was the prince's words, and he approved the eight-character mantra: Open your teeth and dance your claws , The ghost is dying.

I never thought that many years have passed, and people have grown up, but the words have not changed.

"What do you think, Master Fang?" Fu Qian said teasingly and looked at Fang Guanyan, who was already a master in calligraphy at a young age.

Fang Guanyan was silent for a moment. He really couldn't boast about the word, so he could only turn his head and say, "The word is to express its meaning, so don't pay too much attention to the form."

Fu Qian: "...that's not what you told Pei Ju at the beginning."