The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 55

[Chapter 55 Bookstore]

A man and a woman live alone in the same room.

Although the other party was a piece of ice, Fang Xiu still felt a little embarrassed.

He stood up and walked to Xia Yixue. He wanted to carry her to the bed, but suddenly realized that this seemed inappropriate.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of women in Chunfeng Tower.

He tiptoed out the door, ready to call for help.

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard a pleasant voice coming from behind: “Has the book been written?”

Fang Xiu turned around and glanced at Xia Yixue. He was surprised when he saw a blush on her beautiful face.

Could it be that this piece of ice was melted by his own gentlemanly behavior?

It doesn’t seem impossible.

A woman who likes “The West Chamber” may not have a soft heart under her strong appearance.

At this moment, Xia Yixue frowned slightly.

Only then did Fang Xiu realize that the bottle of wine originally placed on the table had been opened.

There was also a strong smell of alcohol in the air.

So that’s it…

Fang Xiu felt even more embarrassed and hurriedly said: “It’s done.”

He returned to the table and handed the written manuscript to Xia Yixue.

After receiving the last three volumes, Xia Yixue did not stop, thanked her, and hurriedly left Chunfeng Tower.

Fang Xiu was left standing alone, lost in thought.

I originally thought that it was human nature for Zhao Yan and Xiuer to like this kind of story.

Unexpectedly, such a cold woman as Xia Yixue would also like her.

It can be seen from the three of them that readers in Chu State are still very enthusiastic about this kind of tone.

Copying books seems to be an effective way to make money.

However, Fang Xiu is shameless and has moral character.

In private, it’s fine to tell Xiu’er a story, but if you really want to use it to make money, you have to think carefully about it. After taking

half a stick of incense, Lu Si stood in front of Fang Xiu with a surprised look on his face: “Bookstore?”

Fang Xiu took a sip. He drank tea and nodded lightly.

Lu Si thought for a while and said: “The shop next door has been empty. It has been converted into a bookstore. There is no big problem. It’s just that, young master, we have no books to print.”

Movable type printing has been around for a long time, and it has developed to this day. Mature, there are more than ten bookstores in the capital, large and small.

On weekdays, in addition to helping people publish books, they also recruit some regular literati to write full-time manuscripts and provide one-stop production and sales.

After all, literati only accounted for a minority, and most people’s favorite books were romance books, which were also the main source of income for bookshops.

Therefore, if you want to open a bookstore, you must recruit literati who can write manuscripts.

However, literati and poets have always disdained the romance novels. Only a few people who failed in the imperial examination and had no hope of gaining fame would stay in the bookshop to write manuscripts.

The biggest problem is that there aren’t many of them.

In this era, the imperial examination is the only right way. Unless they are at the end of their rope, few people will give up the imperial examination.

“Yes.”

Fang Xiu said calmly: “Send someone to set up the bookstore first, and I will solve the book problem.”

Lu Si wanted to persuade again, but it was obvious that Fang Xiu was resolute, so he hesitated and nodded: ” Let’s do it here.”

Compared with restaurants, bookstores are much easier to purchase.

In less than three days, a plaque for Zhuxuanzhai was hung next to Chunfeng Tower.

Lu Si sat on the chair, with a faint look of worry on his eyebrows.

Standing next to him was a newly recruited guy named Zhang. He had worked as a handyman in Wanjuan Building for a period of time, and he knew the bookstore fairly well.

“Shopkeeper, what books are we going to print?”

The waiter surnamed Zhang looked at Lu Si and asked eagerly.

Lu Si glanced at him and thought: If you ask me, who should I ask?

After thinking for a while, he waved his hand and said, “We won’t be printing the book for the time being. Let’s take a rest for a while and wait until someone submits a manuscript.”

When someone submitted a manuscript

, the clerk was startled, an excited expression solidified on his face, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

What does the shopkeeper mean by this? Is it

true that our Zhuxuanzhai does not have a resident literati who writes manuscripts?

If that is the case, how can this bookstore make a profit by making a small amount of money from helping people print?

The money earned in this way is not as fast as renting out the shop and collecting the rent.

After hesitating for a long time, he still couldn’t help but ask: “Sir, when will our bookshop receive the manuscripts?”

“Do your own thing well, and don’t ask questions that shouldn’t be asked.”

Lu Si was feeling depressed when he heard him here After asking again and again, naturally he didn’t look good.

Seeing that the shopkeeper was unhappy, the waiter surnamed Zhang didn’t dare to ask any more questions. He whispered “yes” and went to do his own business.

In fact, there is nothing to be busy with.

There are only so many scholars.

Book writers are even rarer, and there are only a few in the entire capital. People who print books usually have fixed places to go, so naturally they won’t come to your newly opened bookstore.

The door was open, and not a single customer came to the door for a whole day, which said it all.

I thought I could find a better place after leaving Wanjuan Tower, but I didn’t expect that I would just do some handyman work.

The guy sighed.

The excitement that I was eager to try has already disappeared with the cold look from the shopkeeper.

The clerk was depressed, and the shopkeeper Lu Si was even more depressed.

He used to work as a shopkeeper in Chunfeng Tower, and in just one month, he earned tens of thousands of taels of silver.

Although most of it has to be sent to the Fang Mansion, the money flowing through the fingers is enough for a family to live a good life.

I was inexplicably transferred to buy this bullshit bookstore. I don’t know when it will be profitable.

Even if you wait until the day when you really make a profit, the money you make may not be as good as the money you make in one day at Chunfenglou next door.

I really don’t understand why the young master insists on setting up this bookstore?

Could it be that the young master has a brain disease?

Lu Si thought of the rumors circulating in the market, and his heart skipped a beat.

Just when he was disheartened and felt that his future was bleak, a familiar figure appeared at the door.

The clerk surnamed Zhang was sweeping the floor. When he saw someone walking in, he hurriedly greeted him and asked: “This guest, do you want to print a book or submit a manuscript?”

“Submit a manuscript.”

Bai Xiaochun held a stack of manuscripts in his hand, looked around and asked: ” Where is your shopkeeper?”

“I’m here.”

Hearing a familiar voice, Lu Si stood up quickly, walked over, bowed, and asked, “The young manager is here, but what are the young master’s orders?”

Bai Xiaochun nodded. He handed the manuscript in his hand to Lu Si and said, “The young master orders you to print out the first three volumes of “The Romance of the West Chamber” first.”

Lu Si took the manuscript, glanced at it hastily, and asked, “Are there any others?” “Instructions?”

Bai Xiaochun said: “No, the young master said that during this time in Zhuxuanzhai, you don’t have to do anything else, just concentrate on printing books.”

“But”

Lu Si opened his mouth, but still didn’t say anything, just nodded. , said: “Yes.”

Bai Xiaochun seemed to have other things to do, so he put down the manuscript and hurriedly left the bookshop.

Lu Si looked at the manuscript sent by the young master and couldn’t help but sigh.

How can one book support a bookstore?

The young master thought a little simpler this time

(End of Chapter)