Kill That Man

He smiled, "What does Miss Bai mean, you want to carve it and sell it in the store? ”

Yu Qingyao nodded with a smile. She was afraid that poetry was bad, she was laughed at, she refused to say it was her own poem, and even came out to talk about publishing, she used an alias.

"“ Can I see the poem first, "said Boss Zhao. ”

Yu Qingyao took out the poem and put it on the table. Uzhen took it and gave it to Mr. Zhao.

Boss Zhao flipped over and praised the words first. The word is as beautiful as a flower, with a sense of spirituality in it.

After reading a few poems, he felt Ken and asked, "Miss Bai, how many copies would you like to print first? ”

Yu Qingyao reckoned that her money was fine, and printing tens of thousands of copies was just a small thing, but she feared that the poetry was bad, spread widely, and was not beautiful. And she said, "3,000 copies, what do you think? ”

Boss Zhao nodded with a smile and said, "Here's the deal! I think the poem is okay, and my society would like to try it. Here's the deal. Three hundred taels of silver for a flat rate. Anyway, I promise to sell this collection to three nearby cities. What do you think? ”

Yu Qingyao listened and hesitated for a moment. She hasn't published a book. She hears 300 taels of silver and thinks it's too cheap.

Boss Zhao did not agree to her, afraid that she would ask for a high price, complained bitterly: “Miss Bai, I need to find a craftsman to carve with good wood. I also want to take risks by letting the stores accept books. The price can't be any lower. ”

Yu Qingyao laughed: "Okay! Then it's settled. ”

She touched 300 taels of silver from her sleeve and gave it to Mr. Zhao on the spot.

Boss Zhao saw a stack of silver tickets in her hand and regretted that the offer was low.

But I thought the poems were good. Miss Lee Yee An wrote them again. In the name of a beautiful lady's manuscript, the sales should be good and there's still money to be made. And he smiled, “Miss Bai, next time there's a poem, let's have another look at it. ”

Yu Qingyao nodded with a smile.

We talked about the book, and the rest had to wait.

It's not that fast. When the craftsmen engrave the template, it's only 10 days and a half months. It's still her poetry.

Sixty ancient poems, less than 3,000 words in total.

Wait for it to be printed out, nailed into a book, and shipped to every city store for sale. I'm afraid I won't be able to do it for a month. She used Li Yian's name, which everyone in China knows. Who knows when she gets here? Anonymous scripts, put in the bookstore, just don't have to be bought. Maybe it won't sell for a month. It will only take another month or two for the poems to spread before the outside world responds.

In this regard, Yu Qingyao had no choice but to return to the mountains and wait patiently.

Back in Dongshan, Yu Qingyao was temporarily restless and suffering, she returned unwillingly and took Uzhen to wander around the mountain.

The mountain was silent, the wild Inge was ringing, and the mountain flowers blossomed lonely and thankful.

Yu Qingyao walked over a dangerous peak. In the sun, the mountains split between yin and yang, and the top of Yunsheng Pine.

Yu Qingyao's heart suddenly felt lonely. She took out the qin case, put on the ancient qin, and sang to herself: there were great people in the world, hidden in the empty valley, looked at the people's city, and then looked at the country. Instead of knowing the city and the country, it is difficult for a good woman to get...

She played randomly, sang in her mouth, and had a sense of pity for herself.

It's pathetic to think that I'm so beautiful but forced to hide in the deep mountains. I can't even find a handsome guy who wants to look good.

After singing, Yu Qingyao sighed with melancholy sighs, put away the harp and fly back to the hidden valley with Uzhen.

On the waist of the mountain, the more you hear the faint sound of the violin and the singing, you can't help but lose your mind.

Today the wind and sunshine, he came with several friends to hunt in the mountains, suddenly heard this song, and couldn't walk.

Not long later, the music grew louder and louder, judging the sound coming from the top of the mountain, rushing up.

"Where are you going, son?" cried the attendant sword. ”

"'I'm going to find someone who plays the piano,' said Yuelang. ”

Several of his friends were good people, and Qi laughed: "Let's go too. Let's see who dares to call themselves the best man in the world. ”

Everyone rushed up, and the old followers persuaded him: "Guys, don't go. From the mountains and woods. Where did you get the good guys? Just don't go. ”

The princes refused to listen and shouted, “What are we afraid of? The monster, too, took her home. ”

Nearly twenty people, each carrying a knife gun bow and arrow, rushed up the mountain. The more you go up, the more dangerous the mountain road, the sooner you reach the top of the peak, you can only see the wall standing ten feet, there is little place to climb.

The more Lange asked, “Where are people? ”

There are many people who are good at tracking, breaking down the traces, and recognising the footprints of two women on the moss.

The footprints went straight to that dangerous peak.

Everyone looked at the danger peak and was a little scared.

Without him, in this way, we know that those two women are not just human beings.

Mortal women don't get to this dangerous peak.

Yu Qingyao and Wuzhen flew up.

The more glamorous, the less desperate, the harder the idea climbed up. He ordered his men to rub the grass rope, tie it to a stone, and dump it on a tree at Hazardous Peak. He climbed up carefully, following the rope.

Here he did find women's footprints again.

The women's footprints were lost at the edge of the cliff.

Everyone looked at the cliff and took a breath of cool air.

One of the men said, "These two women are not monsters, they are afraid they are Taoists. ”

Everyone has this idea. Because the footprints of the two women only go forward, but they don't go on. They both guessed that the women were afraid to just jump off the cliff.

The more people persuaded him, the more he had to give up and continue his search.

Yet, the more glamorous, the less dead. Less than a few days later, he entered the mountain with four more followers, surrounded by the peak where the beauty disappeared, and he wandered around to find the valley where the beauty lived.

He had been searching for three days and never went down the mountain at night.

It was also his luck, the demons in the nearby mountains were attracted to Yu Qingyao Na, and were eaten by Uzhen as a night snack.

Otherwise, if you run into one of them, you're afraid the Vietnamese won't end well.

By noon on the fourth day, the five Vietnamese boys were walking in the mountains tired and suddenly a cooking cigarette was rising in front.

The Vietnamese son's spirit was vibrated and he rushed over there to find it.

Standing on the mountain, he saw the real thing, and in a bamboo forest, there was a fine little courtyard. That's where the smoke comes from.

Yuelang had a hunch that the beauty she was looking for was in the small courtyard, rushing there.

And he stopped with a pale face, and he said, "Son, that little courtyard has no way in. It's weird. Don't go! ”

The more you look, the more you follow, the more you are right, there really is no path past. As a general rule, the yard is probably inhabited by demons.

The face changed, and I thought of something, "Nonsense. Have you ever heard of a monster who makes fire and cooks? We've been in this mountain for three days, and no ghost has seen us. It must be a hermit living there. ”

The attendant also felt it made sense. He ran that way in a hurry and had to keep up.

With their martial arts, the five Vietnamese men jumped all the way, jumped over the blocking rock, cut off the blocked branches and came to the small courtyard door.