Chapter Sixteen
Baowentang can even be said to be the largest publishing institution in the entire Ming Dynasty for many years.
This place is not only selling books, but also renting books.
After all, not everyone has the money to buy books directly, but renting books is relatively cheap.
Especially for many scholars who are keen on getting fame and fortune, renting books is obviously more cost-effective.
But here are more of the songs such as "The West Chamber", "Lichuntang", "The Kiln Break"...
The reason is very simple. Those "dementia-wedding women" are indispensable in any era.
The most common ones in Baowentang Bookstore are those who wear silk and flip books while wiping their hands on the corners of their eyes.
While taking out the incense purse embroidered with mandarin ducks and butterflies, he asked the maid to pay the bill quickly and buy all kinds of officials and ladies of merchants who went there.
After Zhang Lun stepped into this bookstore, his voice became even quieter.
At first, the maids looked at Zhang Lun blankly, and then some spirits woke up and pulled their ladies' clothes in a hidden way and called in a low voice.
The scholars who were watching Shi Wen also moved their eyes from Shi Wen and focused on Zhang Lun.
If a person is born beautiful, it is indeed very eye-catching.
At this time, Zhang Lun was as bright as jade, with a pair of elixirs and peach blossoms full of spirit. Just like his self-proclaimed pseudonym, he was like the unparalleled jade prince on the Mo Shang.
To give an inappropriate analogy, the current situation is like Joey Wong at the peak of her appearance, Brigitte Lin suddenly walked into a bookstore.
Even if they are not famous, they will attract countless eyes instantly.
She was watched by a bunch of young ladies and maids, even though Zhang Lun was very thick-skinned, she was still a little embarrassed.
"What's the matter with the young master? Could it be that he wants to buy some time text?"
Fortunately, the shopkeeper of Baowentang came to rescue the situation at this time, and the shopkeeper who could hold his position in this position naturally had a foundation in the palace.
Xiao Jing, who is now with Emperor Hongzhi, is his uncle.
There is a history of being able to serve the emperors of the Six Dynasties, four dynasties and four dynasties have been in charge of fifty years.
Even at the age of eighty, he was still recruited by the emperor at that time and asked about things. After retirement for 85, he was given an additional salary of nearly one ton of rice per month.
Every year, ten servants are sent to reward the uncle who is favored by the seasonal fruits and fruits every year.
This shopkeeper naturally woke up in his heart when dealing with people.
As soon as Zhang Lun entered the door, he could already see that the young man was different from others. The few old soldiers behind him saw that they came from the battlefield.
Zhang Lun himself was wearing a white patterned brocade robe, and a warm jade-ruyi boy wearing it around his waist.
Xiao Shen, who was fat in a Confucian shirt, walked over with a smile, and couldn't help but secretly praised in his heart: This young man is so handsome!
"I'm not here to buy Shiwen, I'm here to sell Wenwen."
Zhang Lun smiled slightly and bowed to the shopkeeper. This made Xiao Shen stunned, but then he smiled and invited Zhang Lun to enter the inner room for negotiation.
People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Even if Zhang Lun's outfit is bad, Xiao Shen will invite him to the inner hall.
The reason is very simple. Those who can wear this outfit in the capital are either rich or noble! It is always right to be respectful.
"I wonder what the young master is planning to sell?!"
Xiao Shen asked Zhang Lun with a smile after he asked him to take the tea.
Zhang Lun smiled and took out the manuscript from his arms: "I'm sorry, please give me some advice from the shopkeeper."
"Ye Meng in Youdu: The Complete Biography of the White Snake Lady"!
Xiao Shen, who got the manuscript, saw the three words "Yu Gongzi" below, and there was nothing.
But Xiao Shen was a little uneasy in an instant when the "Suzhou Tang Yinjing Record" was recorded below Mr. Yu.
It turns out that this young man is a couplet that has taken over the British man who was disciple of Tang Jieyuan of Nanzhili!
If it weren't for Zhang Lun's fuss, Xiao Shen might have been perfunctory if he hadn't had such a fuss.
But Zhang Lun recently accepted Tang Bohu as his disciple, and it was really hard to be too much trouble and I didn't know.
After taking the manuscript respectfully, Xiao Shen began to look through it with a "sweeping..."
The more I look at this, the more I feel shocked!
Even though Xiao Shen had no vision in the past, he still knew what books were popular in Baowentang that had been running for so long.
Some people have written some stories at this moment, but not many.
Most of them are still some down-and-out scholars, wealthy ladies, private meetings in the garden, and their snobbish parents broke up with each other and lost scholars who won the top scorer in the exam and married a beautiful lady.
Anyway, it is the way of this kind of West Chamber, but there is a demented literary woman who buys her and tears in her eyes, and she wishes she can replace her.
"What's behind?" Unfortunately, this "Ye Du Night Dream: The Complete Biography of the White Snake Lady" only describes Bai Suzhen being buried in Leifeng Pagoda, and Xu Xian asked for merit for his wife to be sent to Jinshan Temple.
Xiao Shen's heart was thrust at this moment, and the most important thing was: Zhang Lun still had a tail.
Leifeng Pagoda collapses, and the water in the West Lake is dry. The day when the top scholar in Shilin returns home is the time for the couple to reunite.
"Shopkeeper, let's talk about how much this story will cost first!"
Zhang Lun smiled reservedly, and Xiao Shen came to his senses.
This young master is here to sell the singing book, so it is naturally impossible to take it out for himself to read it at once.
Xiao Shen's face was gloomy and it seemed that he had made up his mind to grit his teeth and whispered: "Three hundred taels, how about it?"
Zhang Lun smiled. To be honest, Xiao Shen’s price is really not low.
Ordinary songbooks cannot be sold at this price, even if they are reviewed by some famous artists, they are at most dozens or one hundred taels of smooth pens.
This is already amazing.
A newcomer like Zhang Lun, if it weren't for his name and the content of this book was indeed extremely eye-catching, it would definitely not be sold at this price.
Of course, there is also a bit of face to give the British Duke's Mansion. If an ordinary scholar comes, Xiao Shen will probably offer at most twenty or thirty taels.
"I don't want to be the price. If the price is high, you must be at risk..."
Zhang Lun looked at the fat shopkeeper with a smile and said softly: "Why not do this? How about I charge two cents of silver for every purchase I sell?!"
Xiao Shen was stunned when he heard this. This method is very new!
But if you think about it carefully, it seems to be quite cost-effective. Anyway, you will get two cents of silver if you sell it.
With the Sili Supervisor Xiao Shen, there are naturally no shortage of workers who have carved the plates, and the cost is not high if you use paper.
The carved word is just for the workers. Ten thousand words are just two taels. The upper part of the book looks like about one hundred thousand words.
The wage is only about twenty taels of silver. One carved plate can print ten thousand times, while one printer can print nearly two thousand pieces a day.
If you use thin cotton paper, it is a little higher. If you use bamboo paper, it will be much cheaper!
If you have nine taels of silver, you can buy 11,000 pieces of seven papers. According to Xiao Shen's estimate, this book can be sold at least 3,000 copies.
Of course, if you print, Xiao Shen will definitely print more than 3,000 copies. This era is not as numerous as in the Wanli period, and there are many bookstores.
Chapter completed!