He smiled and said, "Miss Bai, you want to engrave it and sell it in the store?"
Yu Qingyao nodded with a smile. She was afraid that her poems would be bad and would be laughed at, so she refused to say that she wrote the poems, and even used a pseudonym when she came out to talk about publishing.
Boss Zhao said, "Can I have a look at the manuscript first?"
Yu Qingyao took out the manuscript and put it on the table, and Wu Zhen took it to Boss Zhao.
Boss Zhao flipped through it, and first secretly praised the words. This word is as beautiful as a flower, and there is a kind of aura in its charm.
After reading a few poems, he agreed in his heart, and asked with a smile, "Miss Bai, how many copies do you want to print first?"
Yu Qingyao thought about it, she is not short of money, and printing tens of thousands of copies is just a trivial matter, but she is afraid that her poems will not be good, and if they are widely circulated, they will not be beautiful. She then asked with some guilt: "Three thousand copies, what do you think?"
Boss Zhao nodded with a smile, and said, "Let's do it! I think this poem is okay, and our company is willing to try it. Let's do it, a buy-it-yourself price, three hundred taels of silver, and we will sign a contract. No matter what, I promise to sell this collection of poems." What do you think of the three nearby cities?"
After hearing this, Yu Qingyao hesitated for a moment. She has never published a book, and when she heard three hundred taels of silver, she thought it was too cheap.
Seeing that she didn't agree, Boss Zhao was afraid that she would think the asking price was too high, so he complained: "Miss Bai, I want to find a craftsman to carve with high-quality wood. I also need to rely on connections to let various stores accept books. Risky. The price cannot be lowered.”
Yu Qingyao smiled and said: "Okay! Then it's settled."
She took three hundred taels of silver notes from her sleeve and gave them to Boss Zhao on the spot.
When Boss Zhao saw a stack of banknotes in her hand, he couldn't help but regret that he had lowered the price.
But I thought, the collection of poems is good, and it was written by Ms. Li Yi'an again. At that time, according to the name of Miss Beauty's manuscript, the sales should be good, and there should be profits. He said with a smile: "Miss Bai, next time there is still a poem draft, so why not bring it over to have a look."
Yu Qingyao nodded with a smile.
After talking about publishing the book, we have to wait for the rest.
If you really want to publish a book, it will not be that fast. It may take ten days and a half months for the craftsman to carve the template. This is due to the lack of words in her poems.
Sixty ancient poems add up to less than 3,000 words.
Wait for it to be printed, bound into a book, and then shipped to shops in the city for sale. I'm afraid it won't be done in a month. She used Li Yi'an's name, which is well known in China, but who knows here? The manuscripts of unknown people are placed in bookstores, and I'm afraid no one will buy them. Maybe I can't sell a single copy in a month. It will take another month or two for the collection of poems to spread before the outside world reacts.
Yu Qingyao had no choice but to go back to the mountain and wait patiently.
Back in Dongshan, Yu Qingyao felt restless for a while, worrying about gains and losses, so she had no intention of going back, and took Wu Zhen to wander in the mountains.
There is no one in the mountains, the wild warbler sings from time to time, and the mountain flowers bloom and wither lonely.
Yu Qingyao walked up to a dangerous peak. Under the sun, the mountain was divided into yin and yang, and the clouds grew on the pines.
Yu Qingyao suddenly felt lonely, she took out the piano case, put on the guqin, played and sang by herself: There is a beautiful woman in the world, who lives in an empty valley, looking at the city of Qingren, and then the country of Qingren. Ning doesn't know the beauty of the city and the country, and it's hard to get a beautiful woman again....
She played casually and sang casually, feeling quite self-pitying and self-harming.
Think of me, Yu Qingyao, who is so beautiful, but forced to live in seclusion deep in the mountains, where I can't even find a handsome guy I want to flirt with, it's really pitiful.
After singing, Yu Qingyao sighed melancholy, put away the piano, and flew back to the secluded valley with Wu Zhen.
Halfway up the mountain, Yue Lang couldn't help being infatuated when he heard the ethereal sound of the piano and singing.
It was a sunny day, and he went hunting in the mountains with some friends, when he heard this qin and this song, he couldn't move.
After a while, the qin song gradually became louder, and Yue Lang judged that the sound was coming from the top of the mountain, and hurried up.
The attendant sword shouted: "My lord, where are you going?"
Yue Lang smiled and said, "I'm going to find the person who plays the piano."
Several of his friends are good people, they laughed together and said: "We will go too, let's see who dares to claim to be a peerless beauty."
Everyone chased and rushed up, and the experienced follower advised: "Young masters, don't go. Where can I find such a beautiful woman in the deep mountains and wild forests? I'm afraid it's a demon, so don't go."
The young masters refused to listen, and shouted: "There are so many of us, what are we afraid of? Even the monsters also captured her and went home."
Nearly twenty people, each armed with knives, guns, bows and arrows, rushed up the mountain. The more you go up, the more dangerous the mountain road is, and when you approach the peak, you can see a wall standing ten feet high, with almost nowhere to climb.
Yue Lang was amazed, and asked: "Where is the person?"
Most of the attendants were good at tracking, and they distinguished the traces carefully, and recognized the footprints of the two women on the moss marks on the rocks.
The footprints went straight to the dangerous peak.
Everyone looked at Xianfeng and was a little scared.
Without him, looking at this, one can tell that those two women are probably not mortals.
How can a mortal woman get on this dangerous peak.
Yu Qingyao and Wu Zhen flew up.
But Yue Lang didn't give up, insisted on trying to climb up. He ordered his men to twist the straw rope, tie it to a stone, and throw it to a tree on the dangerous peak. He followed the rope and carefully climbed up.
Here he found the woman's footprints again.
The woman's footprints disappeared on the edge of the cliff.
Everyone looked at the cliff and took a breath.
A son said: "These two women are not monsters, but they are also Taoists."
Everyone has this idea. Because, the footprints of the two women only went forward, but did not go down. They all guessed that the two women might have jumped off the cliff and flew away.
Under everyone's persuasion, Yue Lang had no choice but to give up and continue searching.
However, Yue Lang did not give up. After a few days, he went into the mountain again with four followers, and wandered around the peak where the beauty disappeared, trying to find the valley where the beauty lived in seclusion.
He persisted in searching for three days and did not go down the mountain at night.
It was also his luck that all the ghosts in the nearby mountains were attracted to Yu Qingyao's place, where they were eaten by Wu Zhen as supper.
Otherwise, if you meet one at random, I'm afraid Mr. Yue will not end well.
At noon on the fourth day, the five young masters of Yue were walking wearily in the mountains when they suddenly saw a smoke rising from a cooking stove in front of them.
Mr. Yue was refreshed and hurriedly searched there.
Standing on the mountain, he could see clearly, in a bamboo forest, there was an exquisite small courtyard. That's where the smoke comes from.
Yue Lang instinctively felt that the beauty he was looking for was in the small courtyard, so he rushed there.
The attendant stopped him with a pale face and said: "My lord, there is no way to enter that small courtyard, it's very weird, don't go!"
Yue Lang took a look at it calmly, and the follower was right, there was really no path to go there. According to common sense, the people living in that courtyard are probably demons and ghosts.
Yue Lang's face changed, thinking of something, he said with a smile: "Nonsense, have you ever heard that monsters can cook with fire? We have been in this mountain for three days, and we haven't seen a single ghost. It can be seen that the dweller must be a hermit. "
The attendant listened and felt that it made sense. Seeing that the young master ran over there in a hurry, he had no choice but to follow.
Relying on their martial arts, the five sons of Yue jumped all the way, jumped over the rocks blocking the way, cut off the blocking branches, and came to the gate of the small courtyard.
(end of this chapter)