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"Master, please tell me when you stop. You see, my nose is almost flat!" Butler Xu complained while covering his nose and wiping his tears. The nose is the richest in nerves. If you bump it, you will get snot and tears.

It all came out and couldn't be relieved for a long time. It's no wonder Butler Xu complained.

However, Zhou Zhong seemed to have not heard Butler Xu's complaint at all. He still stood there blankly, his mind quickly thinking about the feasibility of the flash of light just now.

Although Zhou Zhong in his previous life was forced to become a gray marginal person, he had received more than ten years of education before, and he also liked reading when he was in school. Although due to environmental constraints, he had not read much classical literature, such as The Analects of Confucius.

He still can't memorize all of them, but he has read a lot of the four major classics and some relatively famous classical novels.

For example, taking the Four Great Classics as an example, there is no need for Three Kingdoms and Water Margin. They were written more than a hundred years ago, but Journey to the West and Dream of Red Mansions have not yet been published. Wu Chengen and the later Cao Xueqin have not yet been born. More

Coincidentally, he has very clear memories of the previous books. He has read these two books many times. It can be said that every word of the two books is in his mind. If Zhou Zhong writes these two books now,

It should cause quite a stir.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhong couldn't help but feel excited, but then he thought calmly that ancient writers seemed to have a miserable life. It was rare to hear that anyone in ancient times could make a fortune by writing novels? Now he is the most

All you need is money. If writing a book can’t bring you wealth, wouldn’t your hard work be in vain?

"Steward Xu, do you know how to publish a book?" At this time, Zhou Zhong finally thought of Butler Xu. Regarding publishing books in ancient times, it would be better to ask a native of this time and space.

"Publish a book?" Butler Xu obviously couldn't keep up with Zhou Chong's thinking. He was stunned for a while before replying, "Master, publishing a book is easier said than done. It's also troublesome if you say it is troublesome."

"Oh, what do you mean?" Zhou Zhong didn't quite understand what Butler Xu said.

"Young master, I don't know. There are two types of people who publish books. The first type is those who are famous and whose books are eager to be read. Naturally, these people have booksellers coming to their door with money, begging them to publish them.

The books they have written are printed and published by themselves. The second type is wealthy scholars who pay for their own books to be printed and then given to their relatives and friends in order to gain fame."

Fortunately, Butler Xu was a scholar in the past and knew very well about publishing books. Otherwise, if he were an ordinary person, he really wouldn't know the mystery.

Zhou Chong was extremely frustrated after hearing this. It seems that the profession of a writer is similar to that of a prostitute. The form of work has not changed much for thousands of years. The conditions for publishing books are almost the same as those of later generations. Unfortunately, he is now

I have no reputation and no money. I have a lot of good articles but no chance to exchange them for money.

Seeing Zhou Chong's disappointed look, Butler Xu asked with some confusion: "Master, you ask this question because you want to publish a book, right?"

"That's right, I have a novel here that is more exciting than the ordinary version of Journey to the West. It also tells the story of Master Tripitaka's journey to the West. I wanted to write it to get some money to spend, but I didn't expect that it would be so difficult to publish a book!" Zhou

Zhong has given up on the idea of ​​publishing a book. With his current situation, instead of engaging in literary creation, he might as well save some money to come up with small inventions such as soap. Those are the things that can really make money.

Butler Xu naturally did not believe that Zhou Zhong would have any more exciting novels, but as a servant and an elder, he would not discourage Zhou Zhong's enthusiasm, and even gave Zhou Zhong some advice: "Master, if you really have a more exciting novel,

, it’s not like there’s no way to make money!”

Butler Xu's words suddenly rekindled Zhou Zhong's hope, and he said impatiently: "Butler Xu, please tell me, is there any way to make money?"

Seeing that Zhou Chong was so confident, Butler Xu couldn't help but feel a little hope, and immediately said: "Master, there are only two ways to publish a book. We don't have the money for the time being, but we can become famous. If Master, your

The novel is really wonderful. You can write part of it first, and then let storytellers on the streets tell it everywhere. When it is the most exciting, we will no longer tell it to the outside world. Then people who like to hear this story will naturally come to us and ask for books.

, it can even attract booksellers to come and buy books!”

When Zhou Chong heard Butler Xu's idea, he slapped himself on the forehead with a look of regret on his face. Butler Xu's method was almost exactly the same as the charging model of those literary websites on the Internet in later generations. He first released some free chapters to impress people.

Appetite, I started charging when I reached the climax of writing. Although there are many unscrupulous piracy, there are still many readers with high moral character who will support the genuine subscription. I am in vain that I used to be a person who often hangs out on the Internet.

I didn’t even think of a solution, it was such a failure!

"Okay! This is a good idea!" Zhou Zhong's face was full of excitement, but then he thought of another question and couldn't help but said with some distress, "But we don't know any storytellers, how can we get them to talk about me?

Where’s the novel?”

"This is easy to do. As long as the first storyteller is willing to tell this story, and the story is exciting and creates a sensation, it will definitely attract other storytellers to follow suit. Then, young master, your reputation will be spread. As for this first storyteller,

Sir, it's easy, young master, what do you think of me?" Butler Xu said with confidence this time, especially the last sentence, he was even more confident.

"You?" Zhou Zhong looked up and down Butler Xu, "Butler Xu, can you do it? Storytelling is a technical job. You can't be on stage just by being eloquent?"

In response to Zhou Chong's suspicion, Butler Xu patted his chest and assured: "Young Master, don't worry, I have been listening to stories for decades, and I am very familiar with the routines of storytellers. I have also talked with several old people in private before.

When friends get together, I occasionally talk for a few paragraphs, and those friends all praise me for what I say, and most importantly, the proprietor behind Fengyou Tea House is Mr. Bai. The old butler of Bai Mansion is named Bai Fu, and I also

We are old friends. We often drank tea and listened to books together. I pulled my old face and begged him to give me a chance to go to Fengyou Teahouse to tell stories. Then as long as I made a name for myself at Fengyou Teahouse, I wouldn’t have to worry about anything else.

The storyteller doesn’t follow along!”

Hearing Butler Xu list his advantages, Zhou Zhong immediately made a decision: "Okay, it's settled. I will start writing the novel when I get back. I will write out the first few chapters as soon as possible, and then let Butler Xu practice it.

If there is no problem, the rest is up to you!"

"Don't worry, young master, I will definitely not disappoint you!" Butler Xu was also full of excitement. Since he lost confidence in the imperial examination more than ten years ago, apart from repaying his kindness to the Zhou family, all he has left in his life is eating, drinking and having fun.

Among them, in terms of playing, Butler Xu’s main pastime is listening to books. After listening for a long time, he will occasionally perform in front of some friends, and gradually he also likes the kind of games that are watched by everyone.

It was a pity that he had to be the housekeeper of Zhou Mansion at that time, and the income and status of storyteller were not high, so housekeeper Xu had no chance to become a professional storyteller.

Now taking advantage of Zhou Zhong's desire to publish a book, Butler Xu can finally fulfill his wish and turn his hobby into a career. The key is that he can also support his family. This is what makes him most excited. As for Zhou Zhong

Butler Xu still had some doubts about the wonderful book he was talking about, but that didn't matter. Even if the content of the book wasn't wonderful, he could still make a living by telling more classic jokes from the past.

Zhou Zhong and Butler Xu had one or two cents in rent from Butcher Wu, which would have been enough for a few months if left in an ordinary home. However, Zhou Zhong, who came from a later generation, really couldn't stand the mediocre food of the Ming Dynasty, especially when it came to cooking.

As a carnivore, he absolutely cannot bear to eat without meat. Even in the most difficult times in his previous life, Zhou Zhong never stopped eating meat. In addition, Zhuo'er and Duo'er were pampered since they were young, so he couldn't let them

Therefore, Zhou Zhong has high expectations for the quality of life. At least in terms of food and drink, he must not treat his family and himself badly.

It is precisely because of this that when he was at the vegetable market, Zhou Zhong took Butler Xu in and bought some vegetables, eggs, tofu, etc., and also bought dozens of kilograms of rice, as well as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, etc.

Condiments. At this time, it was already past lunch time, and it was not even far away from dinner. Although neither Zhou Zhong nor Butler Xu had lunch, they had eaten a lot of pastries at the teahouse, so they were

Not hungry either.

Zhou Zhong carried rice and pastries into the front door of his home, followed by Butler Xu carrying lighter vegetables, tofu, etc. Huo'er happened to be playing with Duo'er in the front yard, and when he saw them bringing such

Many people were very surprised. Among them, Duo'er saw the cakes in Zhou Zhong's hands and jumped up happily and shouted: "Great, so many cakes are my favorite!"

After Duo'er finished speaking, she ran to Zhou Zhong and grabbed pastries to eat. Zhou Zhong looked at the little girl eating pastries, but felt a little sour in his heart. The Zhou family used to be a wealthy family and had never tasted any delicacies.

?But I didn’t expect that just a few ordinary pastries could make Duoer so happy now. This shows how hard they lived some time ago. This also made Zhou Zhong strengthen his belief: No matter what method he uses, he must make Duoer so happy.

Things at home get better soon!

Zhuo'er is more sensible. At first she blamed Zhou Zhong for buying so many things, but when she found out that a unit in the front yard had been rented out, she was very happy. She no longer wanted to blame Zhou Zhong for spending money and helped them move things to the kitchen.

.And in the end, Zhuo'er kicked Zhou Zhong and Butler Xu out of the kitchen. She said that cooking is a woman's business, and from today on, she must also take on a share of the responsibilities in the family!
Chapter completed!