Chapter 8: Skip tickets

Author: Qianlin

Chapter 8: Skip tickets

When she got home, her younger sister Lin Xinjun was still washing clothes by the wooden basin, as if there were always endless clothes to wash.

This time Lin Qian did not come forward to help. If his plan could be successful, my younger sister would never have to work so hard again.

Walking into the study and closing the door, Lin Qian's mind sank into the Wen Palace. At this time, the slap of his article was still rising. His ranking in "Sea of ​​Books" was almost at the top fifty. Until this time, its upward momentum was slowing down slightly.

The Book Sea List rankings are updated once a month, and now it is almost mid-month. This month, the second issue of "Collected Works" will be released, and the first issue was released at the beginning of the month.

If this article can be included in the "Collected Works", it will probably have a lot of room for improvement in the ranking, but Lin Qian also knows that his article will not even be regarded as an article by literati in this world, and may be classified into novels. If so, it would be too difficult to enter the "Collected Works".

And he is still very sensible about his literary literacy.

As soon as he thought of this, Lin Qian couldn't help but laugh at himself.

It was much beyond his expectations that the effect was now. Now he still hoped to be included in the "Collected Works". It was indeed a lack of human hearts and a snake swallowed an elephant.

Retracting his thoughts from his imagination, Lin Qian began to process private messages. I have to say that too many fans are also a worry.

It took Lin Qian a full half an hour to process the information.

As expected, he also saw the message from the shopkeeper of Zuixianju.

Although literati only need to have a literary palace, in this Confucian and Taoist world, Confucian and Taoist prosperity. Even if they are not a scholar, they will be familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics and can recite poems. Therefore, in Daqian, almost everyone has a literary palace!

Hit it right away!

Lin Qian agreed to the cooperation readily. As the first advertising cooperation, he did not speak out loud, with a deposit of ten taels and a final payment of fifty taels. If the article advertised later could reach the top 50 in the "Sea of ​​Books", the shopkeeper of Zuixianju would need to pay him another 100 taels of silver. If he could enter the "Collected Works", he would need to pay an additional 500 taels of silver.

The shopkeeper Zuixianju didn't expect to do business like this, but he could negotiate a business with just 60 taels of silver, so he naturally agreed happily.

As for the 100 taels of silver on the "Sea of ​​Books" and 500 taels of silver on the "Collected Works", it is even more worthwhile.

Even if he is not a scholar, he knows the importance of these two lists. Not to mention 500 taels, even if it is 500 taels, he will not find a literati in the "Collected Works" who is willing to advertise him. If he can really put the essay on the collection, he would not have hesitated at all.

Of course, he did not dare to breach the contract, because this was a contract signed in the Wen Palace, which was proved by the righteousness of heaven and earth and could not be desecrated.

After signing the betting contract, Lin Qian immediately devoted himself to his creation. He was already satisfied that he could earn 60 taels of silver. He had countless articles to write in his mind. If the next article could become popular, perhaps he could also realize in this life that money was just a number for him.

As for the list of "Sea of ​​Books" and "Collected Works", he just added it for rigor.

Of course, people must have dreams, not!

Restraining his thoughts, Lin Qian took a pen and wrote the title of the second article on the wall of the desk, "The exiled immortal descended to earth, traveled all over the mountains, poetry, wine, moonlight, everyone will enjoy it."

Although he left a small tail at the end of the previous article, he thought about writing a different life for the Poetry Buddha Wang Wei.

But this is not just taking the order. Which is more important, reader's father or party father?

Although Wang Wei also has many poems about wine, he wanted to advertise the restaurant, and Lin Qian only had one name left in his mind - the poet Taibai!

[Moonlight is still the moonlight of a young man, and the color of Jiuzhou is still Li Bai's frost]

[The world of all ages remains unchanged, Li Bai's poems and wine are frivolous]

[There are a thousand poets in the hearts of a thousand people, which is the youthful recklessness of Xu Lingyun who once said that "the great roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles", or the depression and frustration of "The great way is like the blue sky, and I cannot show it alone", or the floating out of the world, "I am happy with a glass of wine in front of you, why do you need a thousand years of fame behind you"?]

[The moonlight in the storm is still shining on the present people, and Taibai has gone far away from us, but as long as these words exist for one day, he will be eternal.]

[Is Sheng Gan successful Li Bai or Li Bai able to write Sheng Gan, but Sheng Gan and Li Bai have both become white moonlight in people's hearts.]

[Today, I will use poetry, wine, moonlight to talk about how immortals get drunk and crush the white clouds indiscriminately!]

After writing and making up his mind, one by one, one word and word rush to come out of Lin Qian's mind and appear in his writing.

The beginning was another sentence, "Taibai has gone far away from us", which can be said to be repeated jumps on the verge of death.

Unlike other Confucian saints, the poet is also called "Sword Immortal"!

What is Li Bai's swordsmanship? I believe that the demon clan in the Western Region has the most say.

If this person is unhappy, he might actually come by drinking and singing, killing one person in ten steps, and not leaving a thousand miles away. After the matter is done, he will leave with his clothes and his reputation.

However, Lin Qian is still a little confident, and the following words should be liked by this poet.

Moreover, he is already anonymous. Even if he is a semi-saint, he cannot know who he is. Even if this banished immortal is really angry, what can he do to him? Can he come and beat him up on the Internet?

Lin Qian, who was in front of the keyboard warrior, was fearless!

After an hour, after writing and reading it silently, Lin Qian submitted the article to "Sea of ​​Books" again and submitted a copy to "Collected Works". He must have self-knowledge, and courage and confidence must not be left behind.

After doing all this, Lin Qian was opening the door and shouting to Lin Xinjun who was busy in the front yard, "Little sister, take out the last piece of lard in the house when cooking tonight!"

"ah?"

Lin Xinjun, who was washing clothes, raised her head, looked at Lin Qian blankly, and then nodded with difficulty without asking much questions.

Lin Qian could see the heartache in her eyes. That was the good things they had to eat during the New Year. They ate them now, but they were gone during the New Year.

"Don't worry, we can eat lard every day from now on!"

"No, it's not just lard. We can eat meat every day in the future. You don't have to wash clothes anymore, and you don't have to go hungry anymore!"

Lin Qian was full of confidence. Lu Zhengye's ten taels of silver deposit had just been given, and the remaining fifty taels of money had been paid just now. Even if there was no follow-up income, the sixty taels of silver would be enough for them to live a good life.

He firmly believes that life will get better and better in the future!

"Um!"

Lin Xinyun's eyes lit up with dazzling light. She was already shocked by what Lin Qian described. This was something she didn't dare to think about when she was dreaming.

But she believed that if her second brother said yes, then he would definitely be able!

Second brother is the only scholar in the family!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!