Start practicing from marrying the disfigured princess

"No." Li Yong shook his head.

More than half a month is not long, nor short. With the character of his parents, they would definitely send letters to ask about his well-being and send some silver bills, fearing that he would be wronged in the capital.

But now he has not received any letters.

Either because his parents blame him for insisting on coming to the capital to marry the princess, or because the letter was intercepted on the way.

In addition, there is another possibility.

During the time he was away, his parents changed their minds and didn't want to care about him. Maybe they even planned to have another one.

"My parents shouldn't be angry with me about marrying the princess. If they didn't receive the letter, it is likely that something went wrong on the way to send the letter."

Ren Pingsheng thought so and looked at Li Yong: "Go get paper, ink, pen and inkstone. I want to write a letter to my parents."

"Yes!"

Li Yong turned around and left after saluting, and soon he got the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Ren Pingsheng spread out the fine rice paper, looked at Li Yong and said: "Grind the ink."

Li Yong was stunned and a little at a loss.

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng realized that he had never touched a pen and ink before, so he ground the ink himself.

After a while, he picked up the pen and dipped it in ink to write.

On the side, Li Yong subconsciously looked over and saw a line of big characters written on the rice paper.

"Dad, Mom, send money."

"." Li Yong's mouth twitched and he was speechless.

After writing these four big characters, Ren Pingsheng stopped, admired them for a few breaths, nodded with satisfaction, paused for a few seconds, picked up the pen again, and wrote a line of small characters.

"Hello, son, don't worry."

A letter with a total of eight words, folded and handed to Li Yong, and ordered: "Be sure to send it back to the Zhenbei Palace."

"Yes, Prince!"

Li Yong solemnly took the letter, put it in his arms, and turned to leave.

After he left.

Ren Pingsheng sat alone in a chair, thinking.

More than half of the ten thousand taels of silver his father gave him had been spent during this period.

The remaining silver, after deducting the food and clothing expenses for him and the twenty warriors, would probably not be much left in a year.

If his father did not send the silver note within two months, he could not even afford the betrothal gift for marrying a wife, let alone refining a few more marrow cleansing pills.

"I have to find a way to make money in the days to come."

With this thought, Ren Pingsheng began to think about how to make money.

After thinking about it, there are only two ways.

One is to copy a few novels and sell them to the bookstores in the capital.

This is a business without capital. As long as you have something in your stomach, you can get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for free from the bookstore.

When Ren Pingsheng was an undergraduate, he used this method to earn his living expenses.

In the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, ordinary people have few entertainment activities, and storybooks are an important one among them.

With years of reading experience, Ren Pingsheng can copy a few martial arts novels in their original form.

If nothing unexpected happens, he can earn a few thousand taels of silver.

The second is to cooperate with his aunt to sell pills.

"The Art of Alchemy" records some interesting elixirs, such as the Beauty Pill and the Male Pill.

These elixirs have low costs and good effects.

If the cost of one tael of silver is sold for one hundred taels, if there is no competition, a large sum of money can be made quickly.

Ren Pingsheng also thought of other ways to make money, such as glass and MSG.

But the major he studied in his previous life was the useless biological engineering, and the production methods of glass and MSG were limited to short videos on a certain audio.

He had no idea how to do it specifically.

If he could understand these, he would have been farming in the North and developed the North into a modern force.

Speaking of which.

The fermentation engineering he learned can be used to brew fine wine, but this thing is too expensive and may not bring considerable profits in a short time. Overall, it is still not as good as writing novels and refining elixirs.

The means of making money have been determined.

Ren Pingsheng used the remaining paper and pen to copy the first half of "The Legend of the White Snake" by memory.

After disguising himself, he brought the first half of The Legend of the White Snake to a bookstore called Mo Yun Zhai.

After seeing the shopkeeper, he said, "I wrote a storybook in my spare time. I plan to let Mo Yun Zhai print and sell it. The profits will be divided into 30% and 70%. How about it?"

The shopkeeper of Mo Yun Zhai was a middle-aged man with a big belly.

He looked Ren Pingsheng up and down, and saw that he was extraordinary, knowing that he must be from a noble family.

After a few seconds of silence, he smiled and said, "Sir, can you lend me the storybook?"

"Of course."

Ren Pingsheng nodded and handed half of The Legend of the White Snake to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper reached out to take it and read it casually.

After reading for a while, his expression changed and became more serious.

At the end, he couldn't wait to turn to the next page, but found that the paper was empty.

"This"

The shopkeeper was slightly stunned, subconsciously looked at Ren Pingsheng, and asked hurriedly: "Sir, where is the second half of this storybook?"

Ren Pingsheng said lightly: "It's not finished yet."

It's not finished yet, but it's true that he is afraid that he will not keep his promise.

The shopkeeper naturally understood Ren Pingsheng's concerns. After thinking for a few seconds, he said solemnly: "I can agree to your request, but there is a condition."

"Say it."

"This storybook can only be printed and sold by Mo Yunzhai, and you can't sell it to other bookstores."

"Okay."

Seeing Ren Pingsheng's straightforward agreement, the shopkeeper smiled, looked at the book boy, and ordered: "Go get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Got it."

The book boy responded and quickly got the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The shopkeeper dipped his pen in ink and wrote down the contract. After drying the ink marks, he handed it to Ren Pingsheng: "Please take a look at it, sir. If there are no problems, we will cooperate as stipulated in the contract."

Ren Pingsheng took the contract and read it from top to bottom. After a while, he discovered the problem and frowned: "The 30-70 ratio I just mentioned is 70% for me and 30% for you."

As soon as these words came out.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and after a while he said eagerly: "Master, the bookstore has never had such a rule! In the past, it was 19%, and the bookstore accounted for 90%. I can give you 30%. Looking at the entire capital, it is the only one "

"If that's the case, then I'll go shopping in other bookstores."

Ren Pingsheng didn't hesitate at all, picked up the manuscript of "The Legend of White Snake" and was about to leave.

When the shopkeeper saw this, he became anxious instantly.

The first half of "The Legend of White Snake" is the most exciting story book he has read since taking over the bookstore.

As long as it is printed, it will definitely sell well.

Even Mo Yunzhai's reputation can soar.

If another bookshop gets it, he will regret it for the rest of his life!

"Master, stay!"

The shopkeeper called Ren Pingsheng, as if he had made a difficult decision, gritted his teeth and said: "37-30, we will split 30-70, but if the young master has other scripts in the future, we, Mo Yunzhai, must be given priority."

"Okay." Ren Pingsheng handed the manuscript to the shopkeeper and said calmly: "Every half month from now on, I will have someone come and collect the money. The second half of the Legend of White Snake will be handed over to you in two months." We have a happy cooperation.”

The shopkeeper carefully took the manuscript, put it gently into his arms, and replied: "Don't worry, sir, since I agreed to your request, Mo Yunzhai will definitely not withhold the payment for the manuscript."

"Um."

Ren Pingsheng nodded coldly, turned around and left.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly stopped him.

"Master, stay!"

Ren Pingsheng turned to look at the shopkeeper, who saw a curious look on his face and said, "Sir, can you tell me a little bit about whether Xu Xian fed realgar wine to White Snake?"

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Unexpectedly, the shop owner is also a book lover.

If I tell you the result, what's the point of breaking the chapter?

Ren Pingsheng said calmly: "We will see the result in two months."

After saying that, he left calmly, leaving the shopkeeper standing there, feeling unbearably itchy in his heart.

the other side.

After Ren Pingsheng walked out of the bookstore, he looked in the direction of Baiyun Temple.

"Next, it's time to talk to my aunt about cooperation."