Datang romantic little landlord

Occasionally, a scholar was curious, picked up the book and read it a few times, and when he saw a novel in Zhanghui style, he put it back again.

There are also scholars who read carefully, their eyes lit up, they took out copper coins and bought the books.

But before Li Wangyou could smile, he saw that the scholar who bought the book immediately hid the book like a thief, for fear of being seen by others.

This scene made Li Wangyou's temples twitch. Lao Tzu wrote the four famous novels, not romantic novels like "Jin Ping Mei". What is the meaning of this picture of you buying porn on the street?

Seeing the gritted teeth of his little teacher, Ma Zhou and Yan Liben, who accompanied him to the bookstore, both expressed comfort.

"Master, this scholar is also afraid that if people see him buying novels, he will be reprimanded as not doing his job properly and neglecting his studies."

"Yes, sir, although we know that your novel is magnificent and not a game text, but in the eyes of the contemporaries, the novel is difficult to be elegant."

Being so comforted by Ma Zhou and Yan Liben, Li Wangyou became more and more depressed.

This is the same as the painting style I imagined. Shouldn't it be that "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was warmly welcomed by people from all walks of life in the capital of the Tang Dynasty as soon as it was released?

Shouldn't it be that Luoyang paper is expensive, the supply exceeds demand, and the shortage of goods makes it expensive?

The result is such a miserable appearance with few people...

Li Wangyou already had the idea of ​​wanting to be a "eunuch". No one cares about the books he has worked so hard to copy, so why is he still working so hard to keep copying?

Several people stopped outside the bookstore to observe, and Fangzhu Sun finally saw Li Wangyou and others outside the bookstore, and rushed out to greet them.

Fangzhu Sun smiled and saluted Li Wangyou: "Congratulations to Mr. Huxian, the Three Kingdoms is on sale today. The sales are quite good, and within an hour, three copies have been sold, which is very impressive. "

Nani?Are you kidding me?

The old man's words made Li Wangyou dumbfounded. Did the old man misunderstand the good sales?

In an hour, that is, in two hours, only three books were sold, and you came to congratulate me?

This is called selling well?

Then when will I sell my thousand copies of Three Kingdoms?

In fact, in the eyes of Fangzhu Sun, selling three copies in one hour is indeed a very good achievement, and this is mainly because the engraving and printing of the Three Kingdoms is cheap.

The price of five hundred wen is already very cheap compared to a scroll of one or two copper coins.

And in his bookstore, those scrolls, such as "University", "The Doctrine of the Mean", "Analects of Confucius", "Mencius" that have been transcribed, can only sell one or two volumes a day.

Before the invention of engraving and printing, due to the high price of books, the business of bookstores was a bit like the antique shops of later generations.

So in Fangzhu Sun's opinion, selling three copies in one hour is already a very good business.

But Li Wangyou felt more and more painful, which was far from what he had imagined.

The east and west cities are not open for business early in the morning.

Datang's rule is that "the day and China are the market", that is to say, the trade between the eastern and western cities can only start at noon and end when the evening drum sounds in the afternoon.

There is only half a day of business hours every day. If the sales rate is based on today, ten copies of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" will not be sold that day.

Fangzhu Sun printed a thousand copies of the first volume of the Three Kingdoms. According to the sales situation, wouldn't it take more than three months to sell out?

This is only the first volume of the Three Kingdoms, and there will be 23 more volumes after that. Will it be sold until the Year of the Monkey?

Moreover, Li Wangyou's goal is not only to sell [-] copies, he is also thinking of selling [-] copies, or even more.

Although the literacy rate in Datang is not high, there are 10,000+ scholars in Datang, right?Is it difficult to write a novel and sell tens of thousands of copies in an era when there are no entertainment activities?

But he didn't know that if he could sell a thousand copies of Three Kingdoms in three months, it would make old Fangzhu Sun laugh to death.

Among Sun Ji's bookstores, the best-selling scrolls sold out in only about forty volumes in a month.

In fact, don't say Fangzhu Sun thinks so, even Ma Zhou and Yan Liben think that selling three books in one hour is already a big deal.

Li Wangyou was speechless when he saw that everyone had such a natural expression. He could only think about how to increase the sales of books.

If the beautiful boss knew that the Three Kingdoms he copied so hard would sell three copies in two hours, she would laugh to death.

"Brother Ziqiao, let's go to the bookstore to see if there are any new calligraphy and painting scrolls." Li Wangyou was thinking about it when he heard a voice behind him.

He turned his head to look, couldn't help showing disdain.

This Chang'an City is really small, you can meet these shit stirrers everywhere!

It was Cui Daogu from Qinghe Cui clan who spoke, and beside him were Prince Qiao from Taiyuan Wang clan, Cui Hong from Boling Cui clan, Lu Siyang from Fanyang Lu clan and others.

Behind the dandies of the four aristocratic families, there are naturally a large group of servants, and the crowd is so lively.

Li Wangyou didn't bother to meet these dudes face to face, so he dragged Ma Zhou and the others aside, avoiding the sight of Wang Ziqiao and others.

When this group of dandies entered Sun Ji's bookstore, the trilogy behind them immediately became very domineering, and drove out all the guests who were buying books and looking at paintings in the bookstore.

Fangzhu Sun could only pretend not to see the act of driving away customers from his shop, and walked up to greet him with a smile: "Young masters, what do you need to buy?"

"Shopkeeper, do you have any new books?"

"Yes, yes, this novel "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" only started selling today. It was written by a man from Hu County. Are you interested?"

Fangzhu Sun was naturally unaware of the conflicts between Li Wangyou and these dudes, so he enthusiastically picked up a copy of Three Kingdoms and handed it over respectfully.

"Which Hu County man?" Wang Ziqiao asked in a bad tone.

Master Sun You didn't know it, and said with a smile, "Li Ziyou of Hu County, Baron of Hu County."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ziqiao shot angrily, stabbed, and tore the Three Kingdoms book in his hand into two halves...

267 Great Prestige

Today, including Taiyuan Wang, Boling Cui, Fanyang Lu, Qinghe Cui, the name that these aristocratic families are most unwilling to hear is Huxian Li Wangyou.

In the past, the aristocratic family wanted to vent their anger and let people spread rumors in an attempt to smear Li Wangyou.

But Li Wangyou sprinkled his works in Chang'an City for several days in a row, and slapped the family's face severely.

Not only did the goal not be achieved, but it also made Li Wangyou's reputation even bigger. This is simply making wedding dresses for others, and the aristocratic families feel aggrieved.

However, in order to disgust these aristocratic families, Li Er ordered people to read Li Wangyou's works aloud at the court meeting, which made the aristocratic families even more embarrassed.

Although no names were named, in Chang'an City, whoever has some ability would not know that it was the aristocratic family who fell a big somersault on Li Wangyou.

Those officials who were not born in the family looked at the ministers from the family in the court hall, and the mocking and mocking eyes in their eyes made Zheng Yuanshou and the others grit their teeth with hatred, but there was nothing they could do.

As for Wang Ziqiao, Cui Daogu, Lu Siyang, Cui Hong and others, they even regarded Li Wangyou as a thorn in their side, wishing they could eat their flesh and burn their bones to ashes.