The poor little girl who traveled through the book, her father was lazy, her mother was stingy, and

Gu Changsheng pushed the door open with familiarity and was startled by the scene in the yard.

There are baskets of different sizes in the yard, filled with chicken eggs and duck eggs neatly arranged.

The courtyard wall is hung with sausages.

Seven or eight women were busy working in the yard. They looked up slightly when they heard the voice, but quickly lowered their heads and continued working after seeing the person coming.

In the half-decade since I last visited, the Lin family yard has changed a lot.

Lin Xiaoman heard the sound and flashed out from the space and pushed the door open to go out.

"Brother Changsheng."

Gu Changsheng recovered from his shock and thought of the main purpose of coming here. However, he knew that except for him, Lin Xiaoman and the others should have kept it a secret from the villagers, so he changed the topic and asked, "Where is Jingzhe?"

Lin Xiaoman knew what he meant, so she pointed outside the yard and said, "He's in the back. Let's go find him!"

The two of them walked quickly out of the courtyard. After walking about ten steps, Lin Xiaoman slowed down.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Gu Changsheng's eyes showed his tiredness. "The shopkeeper of Jixiang Bookstore in Lin'an Prefecture sent me news that several scholars who used to hand in stories every month have not come for half a decade. The shopkeeper sent people to check, and found that many of the scholars were asked to leave by Chaowen Bookstore."

“How many people were invited to leave?”

"Eight people, three of whom are good at writing stories." Gu Changsheng originally thought that the story writers would switch to Chaowen Bookstore, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

"Fortunately, Wang Buzhong is always here."

Lin Xiaoman was not surprised. He was just driven by profit. Chaowen Bookstore must have given a higher reward.

Besides, there was no written contract between Jixiang Bookstore and the scholar. It was only natural for them to go to whoever offered the highest price.

"For someone like Wang Buzhong who writes good stories and has frequent dealings with Jixiang Bookstore, we need to find a way to keep him." Lin Xiaoman said. Wang Buzhong is now considered a mainstay in Lin'an tabloids.

"In addition, we need to train our own writers and have a constant supply of backup forces. Otherwise, if it's Chaowen Bookstore today, there might be Xieyang Bookstore tomorrow. If there's a bookstore, it will block our lifeline. Wouldn't it be too frustrating to be controlled by others everywhere?"

"Train your own writers?" This was the first time Gu Changsheng heard that story writers could be trained.

In his opinion, most scholars who write stories do so to earn money to solve their family difficulties.

They either did not have enough money to pay for tuition and books, or they did not have enough money to travel to the examinations, so they had to write books to make money. But once they made money, they would not continue writing for long.

“How to cultivate it?”

"Let's go find my brother, and call Xie Ci'an out to discuss this together."

Gu Changsheng had no choice but to nod in agreement.

The four of them gathered together, and Gu Changsheng told them what had happened.

"Just now Xiaoman said that we can train Lin'an Tabloid's own writers. Xiaoman, how do we train them specifically?"

Seeing that the three of them were staring at her, Lin Xiaoman felt nervous and said hesitantly, "This is an idea that suddenly came to me. I don't know if it will work until I try it."

Lin Jingzhe: "It's okay, you said, there is no good way to achieve immortality anyway, what if your method is useful?"

"What do you think is the most important thing in a good script?" Lin Xiaoman asked instead of answering.

Xie Ci'an glanced at Lin Xiaoman and lowered his head in thought.

Lin Jingzhe hesitated and said, "First, the story must flow smoothly, and second, there must be surprises that readers can't guess."

Gu Changsheng nodded, agreeing with Lin Jingzhe's words, "I remember that your previous work, 'The Dali Temple Judge's Case-Solving Notes', was like this. At the time, many students came to ask the shopkeeper who the murderer was. In short, it was unexpected and they couldn't think of it. In the end, the ending made people feel reasonable. There were clues in the early stories, and it was not fabricated out of thin air."

Xie Ci'an added: "You also need to create difficulties for the protagonist of the book, and when he finally breaks free and sees the light of day again, you also need to give him the pleasure of revenge."

"That's right!" Lin Xiaoman said with a smile, "You are all right, but many scholars don't know how to write storybooks. What we need to do now is to teach scholars who are short of money how to write storybooks that everyone likes to read."

"This...what if scholars learn how to write storybooks and then their skills are snatched away by other bookstores? Wouldn't it be a loss for us?" Lin Jingzhe was quite worried. He felt that Chaowen Bookstore had been competing with Lin'an Tabloid for business. Just as they had trained people to write storybooks, they were poached by Chaowen Bookstore the next moment.

"Of course, there is no free lunch in the world, and we are not so kind. Since we are teaching scholars to write storybooks, there must be conditions. We can only say that it is mutually beneficial and we all make money together!" Lin Xiaoman blinked playfully and opened the latest issue of Lin'an Tabloid brought by Gu Changsheng.

Find Wang Buzhong’s story.

"Look, this scholar called Wang Buzhong, the first stories he wrote were all straightforward, to put it bluntly, he just forced the stories to finish. On the other hand, the few stories he wrote later almost all have the shadow of "The Dali Temple Case Solving Notes"."

Lin Xiaoman pointed at Wang Buzhong's latest story and said, "But he didn't plagiarize it. He just had some similarities in some problematic points. It can be seen that Wang Buzhong may not be good at studying literature, but he must be a fan of storybooks and is keen on reading all kinds of storybooks."

After listening to Lin Xiaoman's long speech, Gu Changsheng asked anxiously: "Tell me, what are the conditions?"

Lin Xiaoman pretended to be innocent: "Sign a contract! For example, you can learn how to write storybooks for free, but the stories you write within five years after you finish learning can only appear in Lin'an tabloids."

Seeing the three people lost in thought, she smiled and said, "I just said it casually. Do you think it's okay?"

Gu Changsheng smiled and circled around Lin Xiaoman twice, his eyes filled with joy. "Xiaoman, no wonder Jingzhe said you have a good brain. How did you come up with this idea?"

Lin Xiaoman thought to herself: Oh my god, this was not her idea, she is just an ordinary porter!

Gu Changsheng didn't care whether Lin Xiaoman answered or not, and immediately expressed his thoughts: "I think five years is too short. Not to mention how difficult it is to train a scholar to write a book, and during the contract period, we still pay the book written by the scholar according to the original price, but with an additional restriction."

"Ten years is too long, right? Wouldn't a scholar have any concerns?" Ten years? Lin Xiaoman felt that ten years was too long. If it were her, she would definitely not consider it.

"Is ten years long?" Gu Changsheng frowned and asked, "But isn't five years too short? After five years, the people we trained will be poached by other bookstores. Wouldn't they just pick on the ready-made ones?"

"Brother Changsheng, a person's taste changes over time, and a person's reading preferences will also change, right? Who can say for sure what will happen five years later?"

Xie Ci'an was stunned for a moment, glanced at Lin Xiaoman, and lowered his head again.

Yes, five years is such a long time.

It has not even been a year since my father was dismissed from his official position last year.

What’s more, it’s been a long five years.

He concealed the complicated look in his eyes and looked at everyone, "Indeed, five years is enough time for everything to change."

Lin Jingzhe actually felt that five years was a long time. He was thirteen this year, and he would be eighteen in five years. Judging from how anxious his mother was about his marriage, she estimated that in five years, he might be able to hold a fat baby in his arms.

blah blah blah-

Thinking of this scene, Lin Jingzhe felt extremely upset.

Immediately recite the Three Character Classic silently.

After half a cup of tea, he silently raised his hand to agree with Xiaoman's statement.

"Since everyone agrees, let's do five years. However, we still need to think about how to do it specifically." Gu Changsheng said, "But how can we keep the existing writers?"

"Everyone in the world is here for profit. I think we should give them more money," Lin Jingzhe suggested.

Gu Changsheng looked at Lin Jingzhe and asked, "How much should I add and how should I add it?"

"Well!" Lin Jingzhe had never thought about it. He turned to Lin Xiaoman and asked, "Xiaoman, how do we add this? By the number of words or by something else?"

Word count?

Lin Xiaoman looked at Lin Jingzhe in surprise.

At that time, the money for scripts was not paid entirely according to the number of words. It was impressive that he thought of paying by the number of words!

It should be said that it is quite advanced.

"If, I mean if. Lin'an Tabloid sets up a voting station in Jixiang Bookstore and lets customers who buy the tabloid vote, such as the three most favorite stories, the three most favorite authors, etc. Finally, the level of the writer is determined according to the votes of the customers, and we pay according to the level."

Seeing that the three did not interrupt her, Lin Xiaoman continued, "For example, the price of Grade A is 100 wen per thousand words, Grade B is 80 wen per thousand words, and Grade C is 60 wen per thousand words... Of course, I am just giving an example. How to set the grades, how to evaluate them, or how much to pay per thousand words, we still need to consider the actual situation."

Xie Ci'an said, "It's good to pay according to work. This can also motivate lower-level writers to work hard for higher levels."

Gu Changsheng felt that this method was wonderful, much easier to understand and easier to implement than what Xiaoman had just said about training writers.

Go back and call the owner of Jixiang Bookstore to promote this method.

After that, the four of them talked for a while, and Lin Xiaoman asked Gu Changsheng to have lunch before leaving.

Gu Changsheng thought that since the people had been poached by Chaowen Bookstore, it was useless for him to get anxious and angry, so he calmed down immediately.

"Ci'an, come with us at noon. We haven't eaten together for a long time." In the past three or four months since I started selling frozen food, I have been so busy that I have no time to rest.

Every time I come to Ci'an to study, I come and go in a hurry.

Not to mention eating together.

"it is good."

"I'll call you when the food is ready." Lin Jingzhe ran away laughing.

He had just come from the rabbit nest at the foot of the mountain. Zhou Quan was still waiting there. The rabbits were about to give birth, so he had to go over and take a look.

The Lin family currently has all the female members they don’t know, so it’s not convenient for Gu Changsheng to stay with them. He is also curious about what Lin Jingzhe has done with the rabbit hutch, so he and Xie Ci’an follow Lin Jingzhe.

It was a rare occasion for the three young men to get together, and at this moment they felt like sparrows gathering together and chirping non-stop.

Lin Xiaoman shook his head, yawned, and turned to go home.

When I got home, I washed the pork belly, blanched it, and cut it into small square pieces.

Prepare ingredients such as ginger, star anise, wild onion, etc., heat oil in a pan, and stir-fry the pork until it turns sugar color. Finally, add the prepared ingredients, sauce and cooking wine, and add water to cover the pork belly.

After the fire boiled, Lin Xiaoman took out some wood and simmered it on low heat.

The Lin family now makes sausages and sells breakfast, and the thing they have the most is pork.

Lin Xiaoman picked up a piece of pork, washed it, picked up a kitchen knife and practiced it a few times at the edge of the pot. One cut after another, he sliced ​​the meat into thin slices just like slicing fish.

There were a lot of chili peppers in the space, and many of them were dried. She just used the dried chili peppers to make a new dish - boiled pork slices.

However, I didn't dare put too much chili pepper, for fear that they wouldn't be able to bear it. So I made a castrated version and only put in a handful of dried chili peppers. Even so, it still choked the people working outside.

Li Shan's wife and several sisters-in-law murmured, "What did Xiaoman make that smells so good? It smells so good and it's choking."

Li Qiao's wife's stomach growled twice in response, causing Li Shan's wife to glance at her several times, "The glutton in my second sister-in-law's stomach is starting to growl."

Li Qiao's wife blushed and glared at Li Shan's wife, "Sister-in-law, aren't you greedy?"

Lin Xiaoman didn't know what was going on outside. After making two pots of boiled pork slices, he prepared to make something else.

Those from the same village who work for the Lin family do not receive meals.

But it was inconvenient for the aunts to go back to Shadi Village, so they had a simple lunch at the Lin family. Sometimes the sisters-in-law would bring some steamed buns and they would have a quick lunch with some side dishes.

Originally, Lin Xiaoman had to prepare lunch for the people who were building the houses. Now that Zhou Quan was there, he got him a charcoal stove in the empty room, and he was in charge of preparing lunch for the dozen or so people who were building the houses.

The big and soft multi-grain steamed buns, paired with Lin Xiaoman’s fried minced meat and sour beans, are fragrant and spicy, and are very delicious when wrapped in the multi-grain steamed buns.

Several men from Shadi Village ate one bun themselves and took one home. They broke the multi-grain steamed bun in half, stuffed it with minced meat and sour beans, and took it back to feed their children at home.

After Lin Xiaoman knew about it, he asked Zhou Quan to make more multi-grain steamed buns. After all, one would not be motivated to work if he was hungry.

Zhou Quan just thought that the host was kind-hearted. If it were someone else, they would have watched the workers eat the steamed buns on the spot and would not have allowed those men to take the steamed buns home.

Later, Lin Xiaoman suggested to his uncle Lishan that they were only allowed to take one steamed bun back home, and not to deliberately starve themselves for the sake of the child.

Li Shan spoke in a hoarse voice to the men who were working with them, causing the tall and strong men to blush and thank Li Shan.

Originally they had been bringing the steamed buns secretly, but now the Lin family was kind enough to let them take one home. They no longer had to worry about the host finding out, so they worked more and more enthusiastically.

This is a later story. At this moment, Lin Xiaoman is stir-frying long-bearded worms with a Huidong spatula in the kitchen to make a dish of spicy shrimps.

Afterwards, I made a stir-fried black fungus and vegetables and a braised eggplant, and the portions were very generous.

Each dish came in two servings.

When she finished, she rested for half an incense stick of time and heard the sound of a donkey cart outside. She knew that her parents had returned.

Lin Xiaoman called Guyu over and said, "Go to the rabbit hutch at the back and call the brothers back for dinner."

Guyu received the order and disappeared in a flash.

Lin Dajiang sniffed the fragrance in the air and put down his food. "Hey, what delicious food did Xiaoman make again? Why is it so spicy!"

Lin Lidong pulled Lin Dajiang's trouser leg, "Dad, it's meat!"

Lin Dajiang picked up the sturdy little Lidong and said with a smile: "Are you making Lidong cry because of your greed?"

Lidong retorted with wide eyes, "No!"