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Chapter 349 Xie Zhen releases a free copy

At Su Yuanjing's home, Xie Zhen and Ma Xiaoliu were sitting sadly.

Ma Xiaoliu is also 16 years old this year. He has experienced several years of experience in the propaganda team of the Supervisory Committee. He sighed and said, "I have been in Bianjing for eight days, and there is no news at all."

"I was supposed to be able to act, but now I can't."

Xie Zhen sighed, and could only comfort her: "Wait a while, I will try to find a way for you to perform."

After Xie Zhen and the others arrived in Bianliang, they could only stay at Su Yuanjing's home. Xie Zhen originally planned to help Ma Xiaoliu find a cottage to sing a play for a few days, and first opened some dramas in Bianliang with the arrangement of Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Their connections might make today's officials hear that they were summoned to perform in the palace.

But news came this morning that the officials incorporated Ma Ziliu's theater troupe into the Dasheng Mansion. The artists in the Dasheng Mansion are paid by the emperor, so they can go out to perform in private, but they can't go to the cottage, they can only be there as guests. When someone invites you to perform at the noble man's house, that's all right. Before you become famous, you have no chance to go out and perform privately.

While they were sitting sadly.

"boom!"

The gate of the yard was kicked open suddenly, and several farmers from Dengzhou asked them what they were doing, and a group of men with soft voices asked, "Where is Xie Zhen?"

Hearing the commotion outside, Xie Zhen hurriedly stood up with a whistle stick, looked at the people who came and said with a blank expression: "I am Xie Zhen!"

Although the voices of the people who came were soft, but when they came out, they found that they were all burly men. It was heard that Si Liu was directly pulling Xie Zhen's clothes from one side to the other.

Xie Zhen couldn't figure it out for a while: "What are you doing? Let's explain things clearly first!"

Looking back, seeing several people rushing into the room clamoring for books, Xie Zhen finally realized it, and scolded Su Yuanjing in his heart for not being able to explain things clearly, and the officials were probably in a daze.

He hurriedly asked Ma Xiaoliu to take out the book.

It is said that there is no curfew in the Song Dynasty, but it is not true. In the countryside, at night, every village and every household will send Baojia on duty. Let alone at night, strangers are not allowed to enter or leave during the day. Even curfews are common in some prefectural cities. Only the prosperous Bianliang can It is a perennial city that never sleeps.

It was getting late at this time, but Bianliang City had no intention of resting at all. Xie Zhen was thrown into the carriage and jolted for a few quarters of an hour. Watching the car drive into Tianjie, Jie Zhen confirmed her whereabouts this time, with a heart Finally landed, it seems that what the master ordered has a way.

As soon as Xie Zhen's carriage stopped at the palace gate, someone wanted to leave Jie Zhen's sample booklet, and then Xiao Huangmen hurriedly led Xie Zhen in.

While walking, the eunuch told Xie Zhen the key points of saluting when meeting the emperor. Xie Zhen felt that she had been pulled into a big room, and the small yellow door behind him told him to kneel down. The commander of Huangmen lowered his head, he only knew that there was a person sitting in front of him, but he didn't dare to look up.

Then a middle-aged man's voice came: "Your name is Xie Zhen?"

"It's the villain?"

"This "Chuan Xiaolang Da Tang Resurrection" was written by Master Ni?"

"How many books did you write?"

Jie Zhen was so nervous that she even felt her throat was stuck.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva before saying: "I have finished writing three books."

Zhao Ji nodded. Sun Xin had already written three books. Thinking that there were still two books to read, he was happy at first, but then felt that it was not enough. Normally, he could not read a few thousand words a day, but this "Chuan Xiaolang" The text of "Resurrection of the Tang Dynasty" is simple, and reading it is like looking at flowing water. You can read ten lines at a glance, and you can read hundreds of thousands of words in a day.

The three books really look like a few days.

Thinking that he would have no books to read in the future, Zhao Ji suddenly felt flustered, but thinking about the three books with 50 million words, they are really eloquent. How long will it take to read the next one?
While taking the sample booklet from Xiao Huangmen, he couldn't help but ask Xie Zhen, "How long will it take to finish the fourth book?"

Xie Zhen quickly replied: "It will take more than half a month to deliver it."

This was the fastest time to send manuscripts from Dengzhou to Bianliang. The manuscripts were sent to Bianliang first, and then the printers brought by Xie Zhen immediately engraved wax blocks and started printing.Sun Xin told Xie Zhen that she could write more than 40 words in about half a month.

More than 1 daily updates are not too slow in the later Internet era, but Sun Xin's update pressure is placed on the hands of four or five playwrights, and it is not that difficult to write.

Zhao Ji didn't understand that Xie Zhen said that three volumes of manuscripts could be delivered, and thought that only one volume could be written in half a month, but this was enough to surprise him.

People these days can’t write a book of 10,000+ words for a year and a half, and they can write 10,000+ words in half a month. Is this still human?
Su Yuanjing on the side was a little nervous, and whipped him: "Jie Zhen, the Holy Son of Heaven is in front, you can't talk nonsense!"

At this moment, Xie Zhen's nervousness finally eased a little, and she quickly replied: "What I said is the truth, I dare not talk nonsense."

Zhao Ji was finally relieved, nodded and said: "So that Sun Xin is really a genius, you master and apprentice have contributed to the book, I heard Su Yuanjing said that you want to get the book in the capital, and this matter will be done."

Xie Zhen was overjoyed instantly.

When Xie Zhen came out of the palace, the tension of seeing the emperor for the first time in her heart had completely subsided. The royal carriage was not given away, so he hailed a car by the side of the road and returned to Su Yuanjing as if flying. home.

After telling everyone the news, everyone cheered, and then Xie Zhen immediately ordered the printers in the team to buy paper.

Sun Xin had long discussed with Xie Zhen that once the book was sold in the capital, they might have to print it while it was hot. In order to avoid running out of time, they brought a large amount of ink and wax plates from Dengzhou in advance, but the paper had to be printed on the Bought locally.

They started printing books early the next morning. At the same time, Xie Zhen and Ma Xiaoliu took the theater troupe to the capital to go to the capital. It is rumored that the official recently read a novel and was fascinated.

Bianliang, Baojianying, Qingle Tea House.

Zhang Boyue walked into the courtyard very elegantly with a scholar's scarf.

As soon as the bookboy under his command lifted the curtain, he heard a small cry from the parrot by the door:
"There are guests!"

After a while, the rings jingled, and a smiling bustard came out to meet her.

"It turned out to be Mr. Zhang. Do you want to drink tea or drink today?"

"It's quiet in the store, so I came to take a look."

Unlike the poor Shandong, the prosperity of Bianliang is unimaginable to the people of Dengzhou. A farmer in Dengzhou only earns two or three times a year by digging in the soil, and still has to support his family.And an ordinary salesman in Bianliang City can save ten pennies of money a year.

Of course, the consumption here is far better than elsewhere in Song Dynasty.

Shangxia Baojian Camp is the place where all kinds of flowers gather in Bianliang City. In restaurants and teahouses, prostitutes are active everywhere, but it is different from other places. The prostitutes in Bianliang get started without entering the door. Order scented tea, for example, in this famous Qingle tea house, the top girl needs three cups of tea.

Afterwards, listening to a piece of music, or drinking a glass of wine, and collecting "cash money", "receipt money" and "buy money", the girl's gums can't sleep two people, if she really wants to be the guest of the curtain, she has to change places, just You can take the tea house's own sedan chair, but you have to charge "sedan chair money" and "street sedan chair".

It can be seen that the girls in Jingcheng can make a man spend a lot of time listening to music.

Zhang Boyue's family opened a silver building on Taipingfang. Although they have such a property in the capital, since they fell in love with Yingying'er, the top brand of Qingle Tea House, Zhang Boyue's family's expenditures have been much shy. Le Tea House contributed a lot of renovation costs.

"Is Miss Yinger here today?"

Hearing that he came to find Ying'er, although the old bustard had a smile on his face, his eyes flickered.

"Unfortunately, Yingying went to accompany the banquet at Taiwei Xie's residence."

This Zhang Boyue is now half empty, and the head control of the family is getting stricter, and she doesn't want to do too much. People who can come here to spend money have power and wealth in their families. If they do too much, they will cause trouble .

Yinger and Zhang Boyue are destined to be out of food, and the bustard doesn't want Yinger to have too much contact with him.

It can be heard that Zhang Boyue is still unwilling to let go.

"I'll wait for her here."

The old bustard was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Shouldn't you call a girl to accompany your husband to have tea?"

Zhang Boyue was slightly moved, but then shook his head and said, "I'm just waiting for Yingying'er to come back."

The old bustard smiled and nodded with disdain in her heart: I am 20 years old, still imitating that infatuated young man, thinking that I am pretty?

Hastily called the servant to serve Zhang Boyue good tea, the tea money will be taken back as a matter of course if the good tea is steeped.

Zhang Boyue sat in the warm room, with an empty stool in front of him, holding hot tea in his hand, feeling very moved by himself.

He lived until he was in his 20s. He had been studying business with his elder brother in his hometown. He returned to Bianliang last year and soon fell in love with Yingyinger, a prostitute. He only felt that Yingyinger was walking away from poetry and painting. Like the person who came out, he was completely attached to it, and spent more than a hundred dollars for Yingying'er, thinking that his sincerity could impress a beautiful woman.

He thought in his heart how touched Yingying'er would be when he came back and heard that he was waiting for her here, but he was a little bored after sitting for a while.

There was only one young man who was burning the stove in the room, working silently, and Zhang Boyue didn't want to leave, so he picked up a book on the table.

"What book is this?"

The boy said with a smile: "This is a book sent by someone today. It is called "The Resurrection of Chuan Xiaolang in the Tang Dynasty". The person who sent the book said that even officials are reading this book now. I put it here for spectators to read, and buy a second copy if you like it.”

"The officials are also reading it?" Zhang Boyue opened the book, and saw that the paper quality of the book was very ordinary, the printing was even rougher, the words were thin and small, and there were many smudges, and she felt a little confused for a moment. I don't believe that officials can read such a book.

However, the book sellers are willing to spend their money. No matter how much a book costs fifty or sixty renminbi, it will cost seven to eight hundred renminbi for a street full of teahouses and restaurants to deliver it.

Zhang Boyue was simply bored, so he started reading "The Resurrection of Chuan Xiaolang in the Tang Dynasty".

(End of this chapter)