Chapter 514: Digging Wild Vegetables Heroine's Handkerchief 5
The eldest princess nodded repeatedly.
The mother and daughter exchanged some heartfelt words, and after lunch, the eldest princess returned to the princess's mansion.
When the eldest princess returned to the princess's mansion, Wei Fuxiao received a request from her grandmother, conveyed by her mother, to update her work, and also received a gift from her grandmother.
Wei Fuxiao muttered to himself, he didn't expect that when he returned to ancient times, he would feel like those modern novelists, with not enough hands.
However, there weren’t many places to go out and play in ancient times, so you can just write about it, but it can’t be in vain.
Wei Fuxiao turned around and said to the eldest princess sitting beside her, "Mother, I have already written it. How about printing it out and selling it in our bookstore?"
The storybooks on the market are all pretty much the same these days. Don't you and your grandmother think your daughter's writing is beautiful? Maybe it can even help her earn some pocket money."
The eldest princess had never thought about this at all, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that it was quite feasible.
The handwriting of women in the boudoir cannot be spread outside casually, for fear that it may be used to write articles.
This thing written by my daughter, as long as I let the servants copy it and then send it to my shop to sell, no one will know that it was written by my daughter, there is no problem at all.
The eldest princess immediately agreed: "Okay, mother will take care of this matter. I'll just give you the bookshop. You can decide how to run it in the future."
Upon hearing this, Wei Fuxiao climbed up the pole and said, "Mom, please give your daughter a teahouse. Reading storybooks for too long is tiring for my eyes. Telling the stories directly in a teahouse is much more vivid than reading storybooks."
The princess gently tapped Wei Fuxiao's nose and said with a smile, "Okay, little girl, I'll give it all to you. Just think of it as letting you practice how to take care of your dowry in advance."
That afternoon, the literate maid in the mansion took the notebook written by Wei Fuxiao and began to copy it.
The original manuscripts were kept at home, and all that people would see in the future would be the versions copied by the maids.
Wei Fuxiao now has his own small business, and writing no longer feels as boring as before.
It took me two months to finish writing this book about wild vegetables.
At this time, the bookstore had already printed a lot of storybooks, and even the storyteller was almost ready.
On this day, the teahouse officially started talking about the storybook written by Wei Fuxiao.
In order to support her daughter, the princess mother not only brought her husband along, but also her two sons who had returned home on vacation.
The princess said with a smile: "Hongxuan, Hongye, it's rare that you are at home today for a day off, so come and listen to the storybook written by your daughter.
Mom thinks it's quite interesting. There are many things in it that I haven't noticed before, but when I think about it carefully, it really is true."
The princess is clearly showing off her daughter.
My brother Wei Hongxuan gave me special face.
"You have to listen carefully. Besides Dad being a master of calligraphy and painting, maybe we'll have a great writer in the future."
My younger brother Wei Hongye is only ten years old, but he is already a little boy with a sweet mouth.
"My sister's writing must be good. It must be much better than those whining books."
When the princess heard this, she immediately became angry and said with a stern face, "Hongye, how can you read these things at such a young age?
It seems like the workload at the academy isn't heavy enough. I'll have to ask your father to talk to the teacher about increasing the workload."
Wei Hongye had an expression as if he was struck by lightning, then he became hopeless, and finally he sighed like a little adult.
"My son knows he's wrong and will never watch it again."
After saying that, he turned to look at Wei Fuxiao and said pitifully, "Sister, it's really not easy for me to flatter you."
This made everyone in the room laugh.
The princess was just trying to scare the child, but now she was laughing so hard that her whole body was shaking.
Wei Fuxiao touched her brother's head and comforted him, "Don't be sad, I asked someone to prepare a foal for you, and it should be returned soon.
I'll send it directly to you in the yard, and you'll be able to see it when you come back from your next day off. It'll be considered as compensation for you."
When Wei Hongye heard this, he immediately became energetic and said excitedly: "That's great, sister, I knew you were the best."
Everyone else in the room was speechless.
It is obvious that this is the birthday gift Wei Fuxiao prepared for Wei Hongye when his next day off falls on his birthday.
What is he so happy about? He is just a child after all.
But no one said it out loud, just waiting to see when this silly boy would react.
The storybooks written by Wei Fuxiao sold extremely well through storytelling in teahouses and selling books in bookstores.
The main difference is that this storybook is different from previous ones, and the subject matter is very novel.
Some ladies from wealthy families even bought them for their daughters to see.
Although the eldest daughter of the Liang family was said to have died suddenly, some people with connections knew the details of what happened.
The Liang family didn't intend to hide it, but such a thing couldn't be hidden.
It's just to let everyone know the Liang family's attitude and try not to affect other children's marriages.
Many people, after listening to storytellers in teahouses, would run to the bookstore to buy another copy and take it home to read to the girls at home who stayed at home.
Wherever the conversation goes in the teahouse, the bookstore’s books will be sold there.
Later on, every time the storytelling started, the teahouse was packed with people, and the door of the bookstore was also busy. Servants from various families lined up to buy storybooks to take home.
Seeing how popular this business is, Wei Fuxiao thought to himself: Can this business continue?
I have already written half of the article about wild vegetables. Next I will write a little white flower article about selling oneself to bury one’s father.
My brother's appearance and temperament show that he is a rich man. Don't let him be fooled by some white flower on the street one day.
My own family must be in turmoil, so I wrote this book as a reminder to my brother.
Once you have thought about what you want to write, you can write much faster.
This time, Wei Fuxiao didn't want to work herself to death, so she first thought of the plot and sentences in her mind, and then spoke them out one by one, asking several literate maids to write for her.
In this way, the amount of work Wei Fuxiao had to put in to write each chapter was just enough to moisten her throat with a cup of tea. She had finally found a good way to be lazy.
Several maids took turns writing, and their speed was much faster than before.
Once again, when the Wei brothers returned home for vacation, Wei Fuxiao called Guiyue over and gave Wei Hongxuan the newly written script.
Unexpectedly, Wei Hongxuan came the next day.
As soon as Wei Hongxuan saw Wei Fuxiao, he said, "Sister, you really know everything about the world just by sitting at home!"
Wei Fuxiao was completely confused. What was going on? She was acting like a fortune teller.
She hasn't learned this skill yet, and for the time being she's not good at fortune-telling, physiognomy, astrology, and yin and yang.
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