"Master Li has written a lot." Shopkeeper Liu was surprised. The novels about ghosts and ghosts are thousands of words long and more than a hundred words short. But there are no ghost novels with 80,000 words.

Like a ghost story, Song Dingbo catches ghosts. When Song Dingbo was a boy, he met a ghost at night, so he falsely claimed that he was also a ghost. He walked all the way and deceived the secret that ghosts are afraid of people's spit. Later, he forcibly carried the ghost to the market and turned it into a ghost.

As a sheep, he spit on the sheep so that it could not change, and sold it for 1,500 yuan. The full text only has more than a hundred words. It is a complete story of supernatural beings.

More than 80,000 words... Shopkeeper Liu is a little curious about what Li Xianyuan wrote. Come to think of it, he can't write a weather poem. No matter how bad it is, it can't be that bad. Even if he writes so many words randomly, he can't finish them in an hour or three.

Manager Hu waved his fat hand and said magnanimously: "Since it is Mr. Li, the price will be settled at three hundred pages."

The subordinate nodded and looked at Li Xianyuan with indifferent eyes: "As you asked, I will divide it into upper and lower parts, each with 160 pages. If there are no minor problems, we will start working on it."

His indifference is slightly different from that of Xian Yuan. Li Xian Yuan is determined by his nature and is gradually melting away as time goes by. But he is as indifferent as a dead heart, which seems to have a lot of stories to tell.

"Go ahead, go ahead." Manager Hu waved his hand and asked him to leave impatiently. After he left, he complained to Li Xianyuan and Shopkeeper Liu: "The people we hired the year before last are very serious in their work, but they are as serious as dead people. It's really useful."

Li Xianyuan looked at the servant's back, thoughtfully.

Guanshi Hu charges four pages per article, which means that the cost of one book is about eighty articles.

Li Xianyuan gave Hu Guanshi one hundred taels and asked him to print a thousand copies first.

The cost is 80 Wen, which means that Li Xianyuan has to sell at least 90 Wen to recover the cost and make some small profits. But ordinary families will not be willing to spend 90 Wen to buy a book. How can those who are willing to buy a novel about monsters be willing to buy it?

In other words, if anyone does buy this book, it will be because of Li Xianyuan's name, not the content of the book.

It doesn't matter. Li Xianyuan takes money very lightly. It doesn't matter if he gives away all these books.

Li Xianyuan made an appointment with Manager Hu for the next half month. A thousand books will be delivered from the printing house half a month later.

After the transaction was completed, Li Xianyuan and Shopkeeper Liu left the stuffy workshop and got into the carriage.

The driver flicked his whip and the wheels turned, slowly heading towards Wuhou City in the distance.

After publishing Journey to the West, Li Xianyuan also settled his worries.

Not far away, shopkeeper Liu finally couldn't hold it any longer: "Master Li, that poem "Die Lian Hua"... you really don't want to consider it? I'll get straight to the point. There are only dozens of meteorological poems since the founding of the great Shang Dynasty. As long as you are willing

If you buy it, you will instantly become richer than anyone in the country. Big businessmen, wealthy gentry and celebrities from surrounding countries will all rush to buy it, and even monks, ghosts and immortals will come to join in the fun."

What he said is true. It can be seen from the previous incident of the Young Dragon Tribulation Memorial.

Li Xianyuan thought about it, and shopkeeper Liu waited for a moment with hope on his face. When Li Xianyuan shook his head and refused, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

The carriage entered the city gate. The speed slowed down a lot, not to mention that Li Xianyuan, a scholar, could not beat her.

The emperor, whom he had never met, threw him into big trouble.

Pushing the door open and entering the room, Li Xianyuan felt slightly reassured by the fact that there was no one in the room.

But a piece of rice paper was placed on the table, held down by an oil lamp.

Turning around and closing the door, Li Xianyuan walked to the table and took out the rice paper. A few lines of beautiful and fresh small characters jumped on the paper.

Little Lizi, you must come back before the hour every day. Otherwise, Dashang will serve you according to law.

Youshi is the time of sunset.

The girl didn't know the meaning of writing this piece of paper, so Li Xianyuan put the paper back to its original place and ignored it.

And until late at night, Li Xianyuan fell asleep. The girl never appeared.

…

The next morning.

Xinjing Wuling Hall

morning

The main hall is majestic and magnificent. The eighteen rafters and pillars are carved with five-clawed golden dragons.

It was originally a solemn place, but noisy sounds could be heard from outside the palace.

Normally, the high-ranking ministers and ministers were quarreling with each other, and the whole Wuling Hall was as noisy as a vegetable market.

And at the top of the main hall, a figure on the gold-lacquered dragon throne watched everything quietly.

The prince's faction and the second prince's faction are on different sides, and they are clearly divided. They used to be at odds with each other, but now they have the same goal, which is to spare no effort to increase the reward for Li Xianyuan.

At the same time, Li Xianyuan had just arrived at the academy.

The green grass and lakes remained unchanged, and the willow trees hung low. When they arrived at the cottage, Li Xianyuan saw Situ Yanran sitting at the low table.

Seeing Li Xianyuan, Situ Yanran frowned, her pupils were watery, and her apricot lips were slightly opened as if she was about to say something. It was obvious that they were just thirteen and fourteen, and they were ordinary people coming and going.

Li Xianyuan was sent back to the inn and went upstairs to the door. He suddenly hesitated and didn't want to enter the room.

No one wants to face this unruly princess. She is an underage girl who cannot be beaten or scolded, but she has a gentle temperament.

Women naturally mature earlier than men, and it is common for people to start a family at the age of fourteen or fifteen here. Situ Yanran, who is thirteen or fourteen years old, understands that there is nothing wrong with having sex.

Seeing that Situ Yanran was hesitant to speak but was afraid of being disliked, Li Xianyuan said: "Good morning."

"Yeah." Situ Yanran hummed heavily, the corners of his lips curved up, his eyes were looking forward and he was shy in his heart.

Others will be alienated and disgusted by my appearance, but Mr. Li will not...

As time went by, the students entered the cottage one after another and greeted Li Xianyuan one after another. At this time, their eyes on Li Xianyuan were completely different. If they were still a little unconvinced in the past, now they only have deep admiration and envy. For the rest of their lives, they have

Writing visionary poetry has come to an end. Meteorological poetry is unthinkable.

Li Xianyuan noticed a little detail. Although students in Lushe usually wouldn't provoke Situ Yanran, they also kept a distance from her. Now everyone who meets her will say hello in a friendly manner.

If you write a visionary poem, you will naturally win people to look at you differently.

With outsiders present, Situ Yanran wanted to talk to Li Xianyuan, but she was too shy to speak. She sat in her seat and frequently glanced at Li Xianyuan.

After Xu Zhitian arrived, he was startled when he saw Li Xianyuan. He nodded as a greeting. As Li Xianyuan wrote a weather poem, the gap between the two widened. This also made Xu Zhitian feel complicated.

It was only half a stick of incense before the first class, and Shen Sheng came late. He grabbed the pancake fruit in one hand and chewed it. He staggered onto the straw mat, walked to his low table, opened his robe and sat down.

He took another big bite and chewed silently.

"Huh?" Shen Sheng's throat let out a sigh of relief and he stopped chewing.

He always felt something was strange.

Subconsciously, I turned around and saw someone sitting on the straw mat behind the low table that had been empty for two days.

"Brother Li!" Shen Sheng roared and rushed forward with joy, regardless of his greasy hands.

Li Xianyuan remained calm and leaned back, leaning on the low table behind him. He stretched out his legs to press against Shen Sheng's chest, preventing him from getting closer.
Chapter completed!