Chapter 279: Seal of Poems

He smiled: "Miss Bai meant to be engraved for sale in the store?"
Yu Qingyao nodded with a smile. She was afraid of the bad poems, she was joked and refused to say that she wrote the poems. Even when she came out to talk about publishing, she used a pseudonym.
Boss Zhao said, "Can you show me the poem first?"
Yu Qingyao took out the poems and put them on the table. Wu Zhen took them to Mr. Zhao.
Boss Zhao turned it over and praised the word secretly. The word is as beautiful as a flower, with a kind of aura in its charm.
After reading a few poems, he was willing, and asked with a smile: "Miss Bai, how many copies do you want to print first?"
Yu Qingyao figured out that she had no shortage of money, and printing tens of thousands of copies was just a trivial matter, but she was afraid of the bad poems and spread widely, but not beautiful. She asked with a guilty conscience: "Three thousand books, what do you think?"
Boss Zhao nodded with a smile and said, "Let ’s do this! I think this poem is okay, and our agency is willing to try it. So, at a price of 300 yuan, we will sign the contract. In any case, I promise to sell this collection Go to three nearby cities, what do you think? "
Yu Qingyao listened and hesitated. She hadn't published a book, and heard 320 pieces of silver, and thought it was too cheap.
Boss Zhao did not agree with her, fearing that she was asking for a high price. She complained: "Miss Bai, I'm looking for a craftsman and use good wood for carving. I have to take the relationship and let the shops accept books. Risky. This price cannot be lower. "
Yu Qingyao laughed: "Okay! That's the case."
She touched 320 silver tickets from her sleeve and gave it to Boss Zhao on the spot.
Boss Zhao could not help regretting the low price when she saw a stack of silver tickets in her hands.
However, I think the poem collection is good, and it was written by Miss Li Yi'an. At that time, according to the title of a beautiful lady's manuscript, sales should be good, and there will be profit. He laughed with companionship: "Miss Bai, there will be a poem next time. Maybe take a look again."
Yu Qingyao smiled and nodded.
After talking about the book, you have to wait for the rest.
Really want to publish a book, not so fast, wait for the craftsman to carve a template, I'm afraid it will take ten days and a half months. This is because her poems have fewer words.
Sixty ancient poems add up to less than three thousand words.
Wait for it to be printed out, nail it into a book, and then ship it to shops in various cities in the city for sale for a month. She used Li Yi'an's name. Everyone knows this name in China. Who knows when you get here? The manuscripts of unknown people are put in the bookstore, I am afraid that some people may not buy them. Can't sell a copy for a month. You have to wait for the collection of poems to spread. I'm afraid that it will take another month or two before the outside world will react.
In this regard, Yu Qingyao had no choice but to wait patiently back to the mountain.
Returning to Dongshan, Yu Qingyao was uneasy for a while, and she had no trouble going back, taking Wuzhen to wander through the mountains.
There was no one in the mountain, and the wild warbler sang, and the mountain flower opened lonely and thanked.
Yu Qingyao walked on top of a dangerous peak. Under the sun, the mountains were divided into yin and yang, and the clouds were pine tops.
Yu Qingyao suddenly felt lonely in her heart. She took out the piano case, put on the guqin, and sang and sang: there is a beautiful woman in the peerless world, living in the empty valley, looking at the city and then the country. Rather than knowing the city and the country, the beauty is hard to come by ...
She shuffled around and sang with her mouth, feeling quite self-pitying.
I think I'm Yu Qingyao, so beautiful, but forced to hide in the mountains, I can't find even a handsome guy who wants to be embarrassed.
After singing, Yu Qingyao sighed melancholy, put away the piano, and flew back to the secluded valley with Wu Zhen.
Mid-mountainside, Yue Lang could not help hearing the misty piano and singing.
Today, the wind and the sun are bright. He and some friends came to hunt in the mountains. Suddenly, when he heard this song, he couldn't move.
After a while, the Qin song gradually languished, and Yuelang judged that the sound came from the top of the mountain, and hurried up.
The accompanying Shi Jian cried, "Son, where are you going?"
auzw.com Yue Lang smiled: "I'm looking for someone who plays the piano."
Several of his friends are good people, and Qi laughed, "We will go too, but we must see who dares to call himself a peerless beauty."
Everyone chased up, and the mature followers persuaded: "Son, don't go. Where are the beauties from this deep mountain, wild forest? I'm afraid it's evil, don't go."
The sons refused to listen, and shouted, "So many of us, what are we afraid of? It's a monster and caught her home."
Nearly twenty people rushed up the mountain with swords, bows and arrows. The more you go up, the more dangerous the mountain road is. As you approach the peak, you can see that the wall is ten feet tall and there is nothing to climb.
The more strange he asked, "What about people?"
Many of the followers were good at tracking, distinguishing the traces carefully, and recognizing the footprints of the two women on the moss marks on the rocks.
The footprints went straight to the dangerous peak.
Everyone looked a little bit afraid of Danger Peak.
Without him, if you look at it like this, you know that the two women are not mortal.
Mortal women have gotten this dangerous peak.
Yu Qingyao and Wu Zhen flew up.
Yuelang didn't give up, insisted on his idea climbing up. He ordered his hands to rub the straw rope, tied it to the stone, and threw it to a tree in Danger Peak. He followed the rope and climbed carefully.
Here he really found the footprints of women.
The woman's footprints were gone by the cliff.
Everyone looked at the cliff and took a breath.
A son said, "The two women are not monsters, but they are also Taoists."
Everyone has this idea. Because the two women's footprints only moved forward, but they did not go on. They all guessed that the two women were afraid to leap off the cliff.
Persuaded by everyone, Yuelang had to give up and continue searching.
However, Yuelang did not give up. Within a few days, he took four followers into the mountain again, and around the peak where the beauty disappeared, he walked around, trying to find the valley where the beauties lived in seclusion.
He insisted on searching for three days without going down at night.
This was also his luck. The demons in the nearby mountains were all attracted to Yu Qingyao and eaten by Wu Zhen as a supper.
Otherwise, if you encounter one casually, I'm afraid the son of Yue will not end well.
At noon on the fourth day, the five sons of Yue Gong were walking tiredly in the mountains, and suddenly saw a smoke rising from the front.
Yue Gongzi's spirit refreshed and he was busy looking for it.
Standing on the mountain, he saw it really. There was a delicate courtyard in a bamboo forest. That's where the smoke comes from.
Yuelang intuitively felt that the beauty he was looking for was in that small courtyard and rushed there.
The follower stopped him pale and said, "My son, the courtyard is completely out of the way, it's weird, don't go!"
Yue Lang calmly looked, and the followers were right, there was no small path past. According to common sense, the fear of living in that courtyard is a demon.
Yuelang's face changed, thinking of something, and laughed: "Nonsense, have you heard that monsters can cook with fire? We have been in this mountain for three days without seeing a ghost. It can be seen that the recluse must live there. "
The entourage listened, and also felt reasonable. Seeing that the son rushed to the other side again, he had to keep up.
With five martial arts, the five sons of Yue Gong leaped all the way, jumped over the rocks blocking the road, cut off the blocked tree branches, and came to the gate of the courtyard.