The Number One Catcher In The Capital, You Call This A Dog Leg?

The sales volume of "Legend of the Condor Heroes" on the first day was not obvious, only a few copies were sold.

Sure enough, it was folk ghost stories and dramas like poor scholars stealing girls that attracted those guests more.

As for martial arts?

I, Da Chu, advocate ruling the country with literature, who has nothing to do to read books that study martial arts roughly like ordinary people?

But it's a pity for the good plot in the book.

This disappointed the shopkeeper of the bookstore, after all, there was no way to get back the money for these few volumes!

Two taels of silver, he sold it at a loss!

Just at this time, a group of people suddenly poured in from outside.

Originally, the book shop clerk wanted to say hello, but he quickly avoided it. There were too many people rushing in...

The shopkeeper of the bookstore looked at the posture outside that seemed to be tearing down the bookstore and said bravely: "My lords, my lords, what are you doing here?"

One of them replied, "Do you still have "Legend of the Condor Heroes" here?"

Another person said: "If you have any, quickly show them to us!"

Another person said: "Shopkeeper, did you hear that, we have a lot of money with you!"

Soon, the only dozen or so booklets in the bookstore were sold out.

The person who got the book just walked out and collided with the person who was going in.

The person walking in immediately said after seeing the book in the hand of the person going out: "The Legend of the Condor Heroes is sold here! Come in, everyone!"

The shopkeeper looked at the menacing guests and said: "Guests, all the remaining stocks in the store today have been sold out, and there is no book left. Why don't you come back tomorrow, and there will be enough books for you. .”

Finally, everyone said to each other, and I said to your mother and maidservant, and left.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore wiped the saliva off his face and hurriedly ordered the clerk beside him: "Go and order someone to typeset immediately, and print as many prints as you can!"

After the buddy agreed, he immediately ran to the workshop behind.

In the next few days, more and more people scolded Yan Wu.

"This person whose pen name is Yan Wu is really not a thing. It's only written in a pamphlet! It's really unreasonable!"

"One time is so short! Is this nonsense?!"

"It's really unreasonable!"

"I really want to lock him in a small dark room to write a storybook, and I won't give him food if I don't write a hundred chapters a day!"

"Brother, good idea, I want to go too!"

"Add it to the next one!"

...

"Ah cut!"

"Ah cut!"

"Ah cut!"

...

Xu Qing rubbed his sore nose. The sneezing symptoms had lasted for several days. It was no longer a matter of whether others praised him behind his back. If this continued, Xu Qing might catch a cold.

Xu Qing decided to see a doctor right away, and she couldn't go on like this, in case her life was lost, no matter how much money she earned...

Just thinking about it, Xu Qing immediately put down his pen and walked towards the door.

"boom!"

Xu Qing, who was about to go out, bumped into the person who came in unexpectedly.

It didn't feel much pain, and there was a woman's body fragrance in Xu Qing's nose.

Separated from Xu Qing, Su Qian frowned and said, "Why are you so panicked?"

Xu Qing said: "This subordinate may have contracted a cold and wants to go to the clinic to get some medicine."

At this time, Su Qian handed over a few packets of things wrapped in yellow paper, looked at Xu Qing and said, "I saw you sneezing a lot yesterday, and I'll grab the medicine for you to treat the wind and cold, and I'll boil it and drink it."

Xu Qing looked at the several packs of medicinal materials wrapped in yellow paper in his hand, his eyes turned red for a moment, and he was moved: "I can't believe that you care about me so much..."

Su Qian said lightly: "You'd better not get sick, otherwise it will delay writing the story, I'm still waiting to see."

Hearing this, most of the emotion in Xu Qing's heart dissipated in an instant...

It turned out that she just regarded herself as a writing tool with no emotion...

However, the female boss did not intend to ask him to pay for the medicine for him. It seems that the money for the medicine has been saved.

When Su Qian returned home in the afternoon, she happened to meet the county magistrate Su.

Su County Magistrate looked at Su Qian and said, "I've prepared the meal for my father, why don't we sit down and eat together."

Su Qian shook her head. Even facing Su County Magistrate's voice did not change much, she still said lightly: "No need, I ate outside."

After all, Su Qian turned around and walked into Own's boudoir and closed the door.

A person dressed as a servant said at the side: "My lord, the dish is served for you, you can eat it while it's hot."

The county magistrate of Su waved his sleeves and said angrily: "Eat, eat, what to eat! Take it away! I have no appetite!"

Then he looked at the door again, and finally had to let out a sigh.

It's been a long time since I saw my daughter smile once, and even, even though they are father and daughter, they can't say a few words for a month.

inside the boudoir

Su Qian looked at the letterheads on the table, and after opening, there were two invitation cards.

Invitation to the Tanabata Poetry Club

One had her name written on it, and the other had Xu Qing's name written on it.

Presumably, the people who organized the poetry meeting couldn't find out who Xu Qing was and sent them to her.

She and Xu Qing are not good at poetry gatherings, they don't like excitement, so it is better to press him on the table to write stories than to spend time going to poetry gatherings.

Su Qian was about to ask someone to return the poetry fair, but after thinking about it, she gave up the idea.

Fame is of no use to her, but it may be of great use to Xu Qing.

Although he is now a police officer and unable to participate in the imperial examination, being an official is not just a way to participate in the imperial examination.

With a big enough reputation and outstanding literary talents, he can still rely on someone to recommend him to be an official.

Although he has no fame, as long as he becomes an official, he has entered the gentry.

Since ancient times, scholars, farmers, businessmen, and merchants are the last industry.

And doing business is to take risks, if you don't do well, you will lose everything!

Who would go into business if they could be an official?

Unless the brain is broken!

She wants to keep this invitation card, Xu Qing must go, and it's best to write one or two more poems like those in the Wangfu poetry meeting.

next day

After Xu Qing finished writing again, Su Qian put an invitation card on Xu Qing's desk and said, "You will prepare well for the Qixi poetry meeting in half a month."

Xu Qing blinked innocently: "Poetry meeting? What's the point of participating in this kind of boring poetry? It's better to go to the Goulan to listen to the music. Can't you push it, boss?"

Seeing Xu Qing's disapproving expression, Su Qian couldn't help feeling a little anxious. She could reject the poetry meeting because it was not important to her, but it was very important to Xu Qing!

Then Su Qian looked at Xu Qing and said, "I can push it away, but you can't. Can you afford to offend the person who hosts the poetry meeting?"

Xu Qing was stunned, and looked at the invitation on the table: "Isn't this your invitation, boss? What does it have to do with me?"

Su Qian said, "Open it and have a look."

Xu Qing opened the invitation that Su Qian put on the table, and Xu Qing's name was written on it!

Xu Qing was stunned for a moment after reading it: "Why would they know my name? And why would they send me an invitation card?!"

Su Qian looked at Xu Qing and said, "You don't know how famous you became that day. Everyone in the literary circle of Yong'an Mansion already knows everyone. My family's background allows me to push down the poems." Will get out of the world, but does your family have this background?"

Undoubtedly, Xu Qing didn't, he was just a policeman... with a fart background? !