I wrote novels in the Republic of China

Sang Jingyun got up early in the morning on the 24th and began to organize the manuscripts in his hands.

"The Two-Faced Demon Lord" has a total of 22,000 words, which has been copied by Sang Xuewen with a fountain pen.

The thirty-four volumes of Journey to the West, totaling forty-five thousand words, have all been copied by Sang Jingying.

From the 18th to yesterday the 23rd, Sang Jingying had not been writing letters for others. Every day he devoted himself to writing the "Journey to the West" comic book, almost forgetting to eat and sleep.

If Sang Jingyun hadn't been watching over him, he would probably have stayed up late every day.

He spent at least twelve hours a day writing books, but only wrote three or four volumes a day because in addition to writing new content, he was also responsible for copying.

Of course, Sang Jingyun was not idle either. In addition to writing herself, she also gave guidance to Sang Jingying, taught him how to write, and helped him make revisions.

She had read a lot of comic books in her previous life and had been writing online articles for more than ten years. Her understanding of readers' preferences was far inferior to that of Sang Jingying.

In addition, she also wrote a lot of "The Two-Faced Demon King".

The two books together contain nearly 70,000 words, are very heavy, two centimeters thick, and use more than 200 sheets of paper.

Sang Jingyun wrapped the manuscripts with the Shanghai Daily given by Shopkeeper Hong and put them in Sang Jingying's backpack. Then he looked at Sang Jingying who was writing the rest of the article and said, "Aying, it's time for breakfast. Please clean up the table."

Upon hearing this, Sang Jingying stopped what he was doing, put away the paper and pen and placed them on the domino stool next to him.

Sang Jingxiong immediately leaned over to see what Sang Jingying had just written.

During this period, every time Sang Jingyun and Sang Jingying wrote something, he would rush over to read it. He was very interested in the two stories "The Two-Faced Demon King" and "Journey to the West".

After the table was cleared, Sang Qian brought the food to the table.

They had made some money before, but it was all taken away by Mrs. Zhang. In the past few days, fewer people have written to them, and their income has dropped sharply.

Even though they believed that what Sang Jingyun and Sang Jingying wrote could be exchanged for money, Sang Qianshi did not dare to spend it recklessly. The food they ate these days was very ordinary.

This morning, we still had pickles and porridge.

After eating, Sang Jingyun went to the county town with Sang Jingying and Sang Jingxiong.

After Sang Jingyun and Sang Jingying went to check out the pastry shop, they sent Sang Jingxiong to work there the next day.

Since then, Sang Jingxiong went there to make pastries in the morning until the evening, and had lunch at the pastry shop at noon.

This month, the pastry shop will not pay Sang Jingxiong, but starting from next month, it will pay him two silver dollars a month.

Sang Jingxiong was not very happy about making pastries, but when he really went there, he did a pretty good job. At least the owner of the pastry shop was very satisfied with him and would give him one or two pastries that didn't look good every day.

Sang Jingxiong always went home after finishing his meal. If he hadn't been so talkative and insisted on showing off in front of Sang Jingyun, Sang Jingyun would not have known about this.

After Sang Jingxiong went to the pastry shop, Sang Jingyun and Sang Jingying no longer went to the county town every day.

Even the needlework done by Lu Ying was taken by Sang Qianshi to the county town for delivery. The two of them had been writing books at home.

"I don't know when I can get the royalties." Sang Jingyun's mind and eyes are now filled with royalties.

She hasn't been to the county town in the past few days, and she can't stand eating bland meals at home every day.

She was a meat lover in her previous life and had to have some meat dishes with every meal. The food at the Sang family was really tasteless to her.

"I hope it can be approved." said Sang Jingying.

Seeing Sang Jingying's worried face, Sang Jingyun comforted him: "Don't worry, your manuscript will be accepted, the most you will get is a little less."

Sang Jingying said: "It doesn't matter if the royalties are lower."

Two yuan per thousand words, Sang Jingying felt that the price was a bit too high. After just a few days, they had written 40,000 words and could earn 80 yuan, which was equivalent to earning more than ten yuan a day.

In Sang Jingying's opinion, this was a bit too much and he was embarrassed to take it.

Sang Jingyun saw what Sang Jingying was thinking. In fact, she also felt that the fee was a bit too much.

The reason they can get such high royalties should be due to the help of Hong Yongxiang.

However, during the Republic of China period, the royalties were indeed quite high, and the reason was very simple, that is, there were few people who read books.

Not everyone who has received education can write.

Sang Jingying has written more books than him in the past few days, but if Sang Jingying were to write them alone, he would definitely not be able to finish them.

As they were talking, they arrived at the pastry shop.

Sang Jingxiong was initially reluctant to work in a pastry shop, as he thought it was embarrassing for a man to make pastries with a group of women.

But when there are a lot of cakes to be made, the men in the family will also help make them. Plus, since he can occasionally get some cakes to eat, he doesn't dislike this job at all.

Sang Jingxiong went into the pastry shop, while Sang Jingyun and Sang Jingying went to the Hongxing Paper Shop.

Shopkeeper Hong was already in the shop. When he saw Sang Jingyun, he asked, "Jingyun, have you been writing "The Two-Faced Demon Lord" these days?"

When Sang Jingyun saw Manager Hong like this, he knew that Manager Hong was probably still thinking about this book and wanted to read the sequel.

It was a good thing that the book he wrote was recognized by others. Sang Jingyun took out the manuscript and showed it to Manager Hong.

The plot has progressed to the point where the protagonist Meng You has been captured by a cult.

In Sang Jingyun's setting, the Demon Cult is not a good thing. Otherwise, it would not use such cruel methods to train death warriors.

Meng You was forced to practice internal skills that could quickly increase his strength but were harmful to his body, and he was also fed poison.

People who have been poisoned by this poison must take an antidote every month. Otherwise, the drug will take effect at night, just like a thousand ants gnawing at the heart.

Those disobedient assassins will become extremely obedient after being deprived of the antidote, because no one can endure such pain.

Meng You wanted to escape, but the antidote was cut off and he fell into endless pain, so painful that he couldn't help but want to end his own life.

The only thing he could do was to practice the "Nameless Art" continuously.

He doesn't want to die, he wants revenge!

With a firm belief in his heart, Meng You persevered, and he also found that the "Nameless Secret" slightly alleviated his pain.

Three days later, Meng You got the antidote, but he did not take it and threw it away.

He suffered pain every night, but he firmly believed that things would get better.

No matter what, he doesn't want to be controlled by anyone.

He wants revenge, he wants to live.

His life should be controlled by himself!

I control my own life!
……

Shopkeeper Hong gasped. Those who advocate classical Chinese once said that vernacular novels are full of flowery words and are not concise at all.

Sang Jingyun did spend a lot of time and effort to write about the incident when Meng You took poison. Afterwards, she also wrote a lot about Meng You's psychological activities.

This kind of scene would never appear in the novels that Manager Hong had read before.

But Shopkeeper Hong liked this passage very much and was moved by it.

He saw the tenacious vitality and the unwillingness to admit defeat in Meng You.

Although he was in a desperate situation, Meng You never thought of giving up!
Even though he had to endure pain every day, he was unwilling to surrender to the evil cult.

"This is a really interesting story. I like Meng You." Shopkeeper Hong said.

Sang Jingyun smiled when he heard this.

When writing this paragraph, she thought of this country and the history of the following thirty years.

There are countless martyrs who chose to resist when faced with oppression.

Even when they encountered danger or were in desperate situations, they refused to give up and created a peaceful era for future generations.

After watching it, Shopkeeper Hong watched it a second time reluctantly.

Sang Jingyun had been waiting by the side until Shopkeeper Hong finished reading it for the second time, then he asked, "Grandpa Hong, do you plan to expand your business?"

"What?" asked Manager Hong.

Sang Jingyun said, "Shopkeeper Hong, you can buy a lithographic press and print advertisements, invitations, obituaries, envelopes, etc. You can also sell books in your shop."

Hung Hing Paper Company would print some booklets for sale, but they were all printed with the same old tools, and there were only a few new ones over and over again.

In fact, it is entirely possible to keep pace with the times.

Shopkeeper Hong said, "I have thought about it, but I am old and don't want to bother with it, and the younger generation in my family is not doing well."

While the two were talking, Hong Xu came with a chubby little girl.

The little girl looked like a junior high school student. Sang Jingyun immediately realized that this must be Hong Xu's second sister Hong Yue.

This girl looks like a blessed person.

When Sang Jingyun looked at Hong Yue, Hong Yue also looked at Sang Jingyun.

She walked over slowly, lowered her head, and asked Sang Jingyun softly, "Would you like some candy?"

After saying that, she handed Sang Jingyun a small oil-paper bag.

Sang Jingyun smelled the scent of peanut candy, opened it and saw that it was indeed peanut candy, probably homemade.

Shopkeeper Hong said that his family harvested a lot of peanuts, and it seems to be true.

"Thank you." Sang Jingyun said with a smile.

"You're welcome." Hong Yue said in a low voice.

Sang Jingyun could tell that this girl was somewhat introverted like Hong Xu.

But after Hong Xu got to know her, she became quite lively. I don’t know what this girl is like.

"You are Hong Xu's second sister, right? Your paintings are very beautiful, I like them very much." Sang Jingyun said with a smile.

Hong Yue smiled with her eyebrows curved: "I just drew it casually."

"You can draw anything so well, you are really skillful!" Sang Jingyun said, "In the previous book "Tian Ji's Horse Racing", you drew the horse's face so interestingly!"

Hong Yue had already drawn the story of "Tian Ji's Horse Race" a long time ago.

The horses she painted are certainly not comparable to those painted by the masters, but they are very interesting.

She added some expressions that only humans have to the horses in the competition. The losing horse had crooked eyes, a slanted mouth, and its tongue stuck out. It looked exhausted from running, which was very interesting to watch.

Such small details can be found in many paintings, making Sang Jingyun want to laugh.

Hong Yue is a very lovely girl at heart.

Hong Yue looked at Sang Jingyun with sparkling eyes, and asked to see the manuscript of "Journey to the West" written by Sang Jingyun.

Hong Xu said beside him: "Sister Sang, my sister came out today just to read the comic strip you wrote."

Sang Jingyun immediately gave her the manuscripts that he and Sang Jingying had written in the past few days.

Hong Yue looked at it carefully and began to consider how to draw some of the fragments.

Sang Jingyun had read quite a few comics in his previous life and had some understanding of storyboards, so he put forward some of his own opinions.

The comic drawing style of later generations is very different from that of this time.

She is not a professional and cannot use professional terms, but she can draw a storyboard for Hong Yue with a few simple strokes.

If it were someone else, they might think that Sang Jingyun was talking nonsense, but Hong Yue had not received any special painting education, so she thought it was probably just nonsense, and she remembered everything Sang Jingyun said in her heart.

Seeing that Sang Jingyun likes to add some small details when he draws, he also plans to add some of them when he draws comic strips in the future.

For example, let the white dragon horse roll his eyes occasionally.

The few of them were talking about the same thing, when Hong Wenxiang finally arrived.

After greeting everyone, Hong Yongxiang asked Sang Jingyun: "Have you finished writing the ten volumes?"

Sang Jingyun smiled sheepishly: "I have written more than thirty volumes."

After saying that, Sang Jingyun pointed to the manuscripts not far away.

Hong Yongxiang was stunned.

You actually wrote so much?
Sang Jingyun also knew that he had written too much, so he explained: "This was not written by me alone, some of it was written by my brother, but I have read them all, and I guarantee that there is no difference in the writing style."

This comic strip uses simple words and actually has no particular style.

Even if there are only two people, it is surprising that so much was written.

Hong Wenxiang took the manuscript with mixed feelings: "I will send it to Nancheng Bookstore today."

Sang Jingyun said: "Thank you, Mr. Hong! Mr. Hong, I have written more than 10,000 words for "The Two-Faced Demon Lord"..."

Hong Yongxiang was stunned.

It’s only been a few days, and not only has he written more than thirty volumes of “Journey to the West”, he’s even been able to write “The Two-Faced Demon Lord” with more than ten thousand words?
Did this girl have eight arms? Or did she not sleep for the past few days?
(End of this chapter)