In the end times, there are no paper novels, no books. Everyone is high-tech, and all knowledge and novels are condensed into a chip.
All you need to do is download it online, or purchase it online, and transfer it to your phone or other device.
So, Liu Qiaoer had forgotten that there was such a way to make money.
Write the stories she told into a vernacular book, and then give it to a bookstore to sell. The bookstore will charge the cost of printing and paper, and you can just share the money earned.
Liu Qiaoer was curious, so she asked Gu Mubai to take her to the library that sold books.
Sure enough, in addition to the Four Books and Five Classics of this era, there are also many vernacular stories.
Although the paper is rough and the book is thin, there are still many sellers.
The owner of the library said that there was still a considerable market for these storybooks. If Liu Qiaoer had any, she could give him the draft and they would be responsible for printing, pricing, and finally dividing the profits.
Liu Qiaoer thought it was okay since it was so simple.
When she got home, it was already late. Liu Qiaoer was worried, so she ate a few mouthfuls of food in a hurry and went back to her room.
But her calligraphy is really bad, and she doesn’t know how to use it, and she writes very slowly.
She simply took out her pen.
The story of A Chinese Ghost Story comes from the ancient Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, but it has been processed and adapted into a film and television drama.
Liu Qiaoer is now using her own language to transform the story and presenting it on the same stage as opera. When the play becomes popular, the book will also sell even better.
Lu Yunzheng was also busy until late at night. When he turned off the lights and was about to go back to his room to rest, he saw that the light was on in Liu Qiaoer's room.
It was the spring season when flowers were blooming. The weather was already a little hot and the windows of the house were open.
Through the window, Lu Yunzheng saw Liu Qiaoer spread the paper on the table and wrote something quickly on it with a strange pen.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to go up to her and call her when he saw her stretching lazily.
"I finally finished writing it. Only I can do it at this speed."
After that, she blew out the light, rubbed her shoulders, turned her neck, and walked towards ** with her tired body.
Fall asleep in seconds.
Lu Yunzheng pushed open the door silently, walked to the table, picked up the paper on it, and just took a glance at the moonlight, and he was reluctant to put it down.
“What a great story.”
I didn't expect she had such a rich imagination.
But the word was as small as an ant. If it weren’t for his extraordinary eyesight, he wouldn’t be able to see it in such a dark night.
The next day, Liu Qiaoer woke up late. She was awakened by Gu Mubai knocking on the door.
"Qiao'er, get up and write your storybook."
Liu Qiaoer slept late last night and didn't even open her eyes. She pointed at the table and said, "I've finished writing. You can take it to the bookstore."
Gu Mubai pushed the door open, picked up the paper on the table and took a closer look. Sure enough, it was a complete story.
"Okay, then I'll take it. We agreed yesterday that the bookstore would take 30% and we would take 70%. If you don't go to sign the contract, I'll sign it for you."
Liu Qiaoer was extremely sleepy and waved her hand. Gu Mubai ran out excitedly.
In the meantime, no one noticed that the paper had become thicker and the font had become larger.
A classic story will always be a classic.
Time flies. In less than a month, the owner of the opera troupe had already put the story on the stage.
As Gu Mubai expected, the troupe became popular as soon as the opera was performed, and the opera also became popular.
Now they not only perform at night, but also perform two shows during the day, one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one more in the evening.
The actors in the troupe are tired but happy.
Liu Qiaoer was planning to compile some of the interesting stories in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio into a vernacular novel and make some money by performing it. As she was preparing it in the house, she heard someone talking in the yard.
"No, no, I just want to go see a play. I heard there are monsters in the play and it's very interesting. If you don't take me, I'll find Sister Qiao'er and she will definitely take me."
As he spoke, Lu Yunxi and Xia Ying rushed in from outside.
In the courtyard, Xia Ying was still trying to persuade her earnestly: "Miss, Madam won't let us go out. If we really want to watch it, we can just ask the Second Young Master to invite the troupe to our house."
Lu Yunxi pouted: "Do you think our family is still the same as before? Be frugal. It's not easy for my second brother to make money."
The sensible Lu Yunxi already knows that supporting a family is not easy.
But the opera was even bigger. She wanted to go to the theater to watch a play, but Mrs. Lu and Aunt Sun would not allow it. Lu Yunxi could only come to ask Liu Qiaoer and Lu Yunzheng for help.
Hearing the sound, Lu Yunzheng walked out of the study first.
"Xi'er, I told you not to come over if there's nothing wrong, why are you here?"
This place is relatively secretive, and Lu Yunzheng doesn't want anyone other than his family to know about it. When Lu Yunxi saw Lu Yunzheng, she was still a little scared.
She glanced at Lu Yunzheng cautiously, and pursed her lips aggrievedly: "I, I miss Sister Qiao'er. She hasn't come to see me for a while, so I couldn't help but come to see her."
Liu Qiaoer was indeed very busy during this period, and Lu Yunzheng rarely disturbed her. Seeing Lu Yunxi being so ignorant, his sharp eyes darkened.
"Nonsense, go back. When she is free, she will come back to see you."
Lu Yunxi didn't even get to see Liu Qiaoer before he was yelled back by Lu Yunzheng.
I felt extremely aggrieved and started crying silently as soon as I returned to my room.
Aunt Sun brought her clothes for the changing season. She saw Lu Yunxi secretly wiping tears in the room. She felt so distressed that she quietly asked Xia Ying about it.
Then I realized it was because of Liu Qiaoer.
Originally, he was somewhat grateful to Liu Qiaoer, but now it has turned into resentment.
"Qiao'er is getting more and more arrogant. She even loses her dignity as a young lady. She is just a maid."
At this moment, through the window, I saw Lu Yunqing holding a book in his hand, reading as he walked, and he didn't even realize that he was about to bump into a tree.
"Second Master, be careful."
Xia Ying happened to be in the yard and went forward to pull him up.
Lu Yunqing finally reacted and looked at the tree in front of him, a little flustered.
"Ah, we're already home..."
Xia Ying didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What kind of book are you reading, young master? He even forgot how to walk."
She glanced at it and found it was a storybook. She saw Lu Yunqing holding the book and waving it in front of her: "It's an interesting book. I'll show it to you when I finish reading it."
Xia Ying squinted her eyes and said angrily, "I am so busy all day long, how can I have time to read a storybook?"
Then he thought, "Young lady is quite free and wants to go to the theatre, but Aunt and Madam won't let her. Why don't you let our young lady watch the theatre afterward?"
The script was not thick to begin with, and Lu Yunqing saw that there were only a few pages left, so he simply went straight into Lu Yunxi's room.
"Xi'er, wait for me for a moment. I'll tell you after I finish reading it. This script is the same as the play performed by the troupe. It's called A Chinese Ghost Story. It was written by a Mr. Mu Qi. It's very exciting."
Lu Yunxi was originally feeling depressed, but when he heard that this story was actually a play-like story, he immediately perked up.
"Okay, second brother, take a look and tell me about it after you finish reading it."