Once you become a boy, marry a good man, and become rich together

Jiang Ci went to the pharmacy first to get the medicine. He originally had enough money to buy the medicine, but when he left, Ye Wan gave him another ten taels of silver.

Ye Wan said, "The medicine Jingsheng is using now must be expensive. It's unreasonable for them to let you pay for it."

Jiang Ci refused but couldn't get rid of it, so she took it in her hand.

Holding the ten taels of silver in his hand, Jiang Ci felt warm in his heart. This was enough to show how much trust this family had in him and how they treated him as a real family member.

After getting the medicine, he went to a carpenter's shop. There were not many people there at the moment, so Jiang Ci walked up to the master who was making a bench and asked him.

"Is there a wheelchair here? The kind with two wheels underneath that can be used to push an injured person around."

As soon as he heard this, he knew what this object was. He was deeply impressed by this thing called a wheelchair. He had made one for a wealthy family before using fine wood.

"This thing is not available right now, but it can be made. If you want it, you have to wait for half a month, and the price is not cheap."

"How much is the cheap one?"

"This is complicated to make. The cheapest one costs two taels of silver."

Jiang Ci thought to himself that this was really not cheap, but he still took it and paid half of the deposit. It was good enough to find a company that could make it. I went to two companies before and only heard that they couldn't do it.

Jiang Ci went to a mediocre bookstore called "Yiqing Bookstore". Jiang Ci felt that if he went to those popular bookstores, people would look down on what he wrote and would most likely not even read his works.

A middle-aged man in a gray gown stood behind the counter, and he didn't pay any attention to the person who came in.

His attention was completely focused on the book in his hands, as if it were a precious treasure, and he just looked down at the book.

Jiang Ci came to the counter with a classic smile on her face, "Boss, I have a new book here, I wonder if you are interested in taking a look."

The shopkeeper behind the counter looked up at Jiang Ci in front of him. His eyes were very calm, without any surprise or contempt, which made Jiang Ci feel relieved.

The last time he came to town, he went to a bookstore to look at the types of novels that were popular at the time. The clerk in the bookstore looked down on him because he was a bro.

Jiang Ci really experienced gender discrimination.

"Let's go to the back and talk in detail. This way please."

Shopkeeper Liu did not ask for specific details, but politely led Jiang Ci on the way.

The guy who was arranging books on the bookshelf saw the shopkeeper taking his people to the back, so he put down his work and went to the counter to watch over the store and entertain customers.

Shopkeeper Liu brought Jiang Ci to the innermost part of the bookstore, where there was a small tea room for receiving guests separated by a screen.

This really surprised Jiang Ci. Given the status of Dashun brothers and women, Jiang Ci felt that she had come to the right place to be treated like this.

"I still don't know the shopkeeper's name?"

"My surname is Liu."

"Hello, Shopkeeper Liu. My name is Jiang Ci."

Then Jiang Ci took out the manuscript he had written from his arms and handed it to Shopkeeper Liu.

Shopkeeper Liu took it and looked at it carefully.

These manuscripts are all short folk love stories.

Jiang Ci read a lot of novels when he was in high school. He collected inspiration from the novels he read or heard from others at that time, and created his own works based on the current era background.

When Liu Changting first took the manuscript and saw the words on it, he felt a little unhappy. The words looked like they were written by a child who did not master the pen-holding posture well.

But then I thought again, this should have been written by the boy in front of me himself, and the unhappiness in my heart disappeared. It was already quite good for an ordinary boy to be able to read.

Gradually, he became fascinated by the story, and until the story came to an end, he kept exclaiming in his heart, "What a wonderful story!"

The story is short, the plot is ups and downs, the background is vivid...it is a very novel story.

There was another story at the end, and Shopkeeper Liu also quickly flipped through it and learned a little about it.

Jiang Ci looked at the change in Shopkeeper Liu's expression and felt that everything was stable.

"This manuscript is really good. Do you want to buy it out or get a share of the profits?"

“I don’t know how to divide the profits?”

"We will make the plates, print them, and sell them. After deducting the cost, the net profit will be 70% to 30%. The profit will be settled on the same month as the sale begins."

"Then follow what the shopkeeper says."

Jiang Ci was very satisfied with the profit sharing. When he heard about the outright sale and profit sharing, Jiang Ci never thought about selling outright. He dared to guarantee that his novel would not be buried in the sea.

"Brother Ci, I see you wrote two stories..."

They discussed how Jiang Ci planned to write a few more stories like this, as well as the time when the manuscript would be published.

They finally agreed to hand in the manuscripts to the bookstore once every two weeks, with two stories each time. These were all short stories, with each story having about 3 words.

During the period of consecutive updates, the bookstore will bind the two stories into a thin small volume, and when they are completed, the bookstore will decide how many volumes to bind them into based on the content.

After Jiang Ci left the bookstore, he immediately found a teahouse where the storyteller was telling a story enthusiastically.

The gentleman was telling a story of revenge and redemption in an eloquent and moving voice.

His voice was sometimes low and sometimes passionate, as if bringing the audience into a world of swords and sabers.

"...Please listen to the next episode!"

The people in the audience applauded, and when the storyteller walked off the stage, people who knew him or not would start discussing the storytelling that they had just heard.

I praise the gentleman's wonderful performance and marvel at the ups and downs of the story.

This storytelling teahouse will change the storyteller to tell other stories after a while. This way the storyteller has time to rest, and storytellers with different language styles can attract more customers.

Just now Jiang Ci asked the person sitting next to him and found out that this storyteller tells a story about martial arts in the morning and a love story in the afternoon.

Jiang Ci was standing at the door leading to the backyard. Just then a waiter came over, but he didn't have time to ask Jiang Ci what she was doing here.

Jiang Ci spoke first, "Young man, I have a script that I would like you to review. Please let me know."

Jiang Ci handed the waiter a few more copper coins. He took them, smiled and politely asked Jiang Ci to wait here for a while.

Many of the guys here have encountered storytellers handing them manuscripts, and sometimes they have come across very good manuscripts.

He came out quickly, "Mr. Yang asked you to come in."

Jiang Ci went in without any delay, greeted Mr. Yang, and handed over the manuscripts.

After a while, Mr. Yang finished reading the manuscript and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's wonderful!"

Mr. Yang was very satisfied.

Jiang Ci wrote half of the stories of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

Tell the story halfway to leave guests in suspense and entice them to come back next time.

When it came to the price, Mr. Yang wanted to buy out the two short stories for 500 Wen.