Ye Shan shook his little arms and let out a long sigh of relief. In order to write this book, Ye Shan had lost two hours of sleep every day. After a long time, he finally finished writing the first part of the novel in a month.
There were more than 270,000 words in total, and Ye Shan was on the verge of tears.
In the system's help menu, he directly chose " Accompanying You Grow 3,000 Questions ". The system did not give him a running quest. Instead, he needed to spend help points. The more help points consumed, the better the novel generated. Looking at his current help points, he chose to use 3 points for every 10,000 words. After taking a look, it was slightly better than what he had written. It could be considered a very good grade of small white text.
[Host: Ye Shan]
[Age: 9 years old]
[Skill/Knowledge: Impartation of Heaven's Will]
[Item: Spirit Spring (collected)] 203 portions of Spirit Spring Water.
[Help Points: 0]
With the help of the system, the writing was smoother, the logic was smoother, and the story was more in line with this era. Moreover, there were no alterations or typos, so Ye Shan didn't need to check his essay or copy it again. There were too many benefits and too much convenience, Ye Shan couldn't refuse. The most important thing was that the system knew exactly what kind of novel he wanted. It still took Ye Shan a month and a few days to write a novel of 270,000 words. He felt that his right hand was thicker than his left. This was done by Ye Shan with the help of the system. Ye Shan prepared the pen and paper, and the novel naturally appeared in his mind. Rather than writing a book, it was more practical to say that it was copying books.
It was very enjoyable reading the novel. It only took about two hours to finish reading the 200,000-word novel. However, it was terrible to write. Moreover, it was handwritten, which took up a lot of Ye Shan's time to read.
After writing, Ye Shan went outside to make a phone call. The phone bill was really expensive. Even with Ye Shan's current wealth, he felt a little heartache.
The next day, Elder Zhu came with a large group of people. After they looked at Ye Shan's novel manuscript, they all nodded in agreement. He confirmed Ye Shan's identity as a writer on the spot. The first level was Arts Level 14, with a monthly salary of 55 yuan. Elder Zhu must have put in a lot of effort. It could be seen that Elder Zhu was really good to him. Perhaps Tu Yeshan wanted Ye Shan to be his disciple. Hearing his salary, Ye Shan couldn't help but sneak a glance at Elder Zhu and found that he was also smiling at him.
Other than these fixed salaries, there was also royalties, which was the main source of income for writers. As the most typical intellectual of this era, writers were definitely still at a relatively popular stage.
As a newcomer, do you know how much remuneration Ye Shan can get for his book,"Three Thousand Questions Accompanying You as You Grow"? He received a total of 2192 yuan. In this era where 37.5 yuan a month was considered a high salary, he had earned nearly 2200 yuan in an instant. Of course, this was because he saw that his family was in trouble and gave it to him in advance. There was also Old Zhu's favor and the fact that his writing was not bad.
When Ye Shan received such a large and thick stack of cash, the entire courtyard was so silent that even a pin drop could be heard. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the thick stack of cash in Ye Shan's hand. In the entire Siheyuan, who had ever seen such a large sum of money? Especially Third Uncle, the big porcelain jar in his hand was tilted, and the tea flowed all over his body, but he did not react.
However, this was not the end. This was the royalties for printing 150,000 copies. If the publishing house printed 150,000 copies and wanted to print more, they would pay Yeshan a remuneration for each additional print. The remuneration would gradually decrease, but the decline was not big.
To be honest, even though Ye Shan had seen many markets and was reborn into this world, he was still shocked by the huge profits. It was no wonder that the writers were so miserable during the movement later on. It turned out that the glory of this era had already left behind the seeds of hatred. Later on, during the movement, all the writers 'remuneration was cancelled. Even the Grand Elder's remuneration was gone. It was also because money was so tempting.
This was only the first book. If it was widely spread, there would be enough readers. After Ye Shan finished writing the sixth book, who knew how much money these six books would bring him. He didn't even dare to be a eunuch anymore. God knows what laws a writer would break if he was a eunuch in this era. Ye Shan didn't sign a contract with the publishing firm.
After Ye Shan sent them away, the rest of the people in the courtyard slowly dispersed. Ye Shan came to Mrs. Ye's bed.
"Mom, this is the money I earned. Here.”Ye Shan handed over all the money to Mrs. Ye.
Mrs. Ye didn't take it back. Instead, she reached out and touched his face.""Shan Wazi, take it yourself. As long as you have a future, I'll have an explanation when I go down to see your father in the future.”As she spoke, her eyes became moist again.
Ye Shan's nose felt a little sour when he heard this. He knew that he had to hurry up and cure Mrs. Ye. He couldn't stop reading. God knows how many more books he had to read. He had read almost all the medical books in the library. He had to collect the rest. It seemed that he had to ask Third Uncle for help.
Now that Ye Shan was an official writer, his salary was higher than most of the people in the courtyard house. With money, people's attitude towards him changed. Their eyes were filled with respect and admiration. The pity they had felt had been replaced by envy.
"Shan Wazi, wait." Third Uncle, who was in the front yard, stopped Ye Shan, who was sweating profusely." What are you doing here? Why aren't you writing at home?"”
Ye Shan was pushing a bicycle with a large number of spare parts and a few wheels. He let out a long sigh. Before he could say anything, Uncle Shan handed over his big porcelain jar."You must be thirsty. Come, drink some water first. The weather was getting hotter and hotter.”
Looking at the big porcelain jar that Uncle Shan handed over, Ye Shan instantly stiffened. In this era, there was really no such thing as being particular. If you handed a used cup to someone in the future, you would just have to see if they would beat you up. However, in this era, not to mention just a cup, even a bowl would still be eaten happily by others.
But even though he said that, Ye Shan really couldn't drink it directly. He thought for a moment and said,"Third Master, I don't really like drinking tea. It's too bitter." I'll just drink some cold water when I get home. Thank you.”After saying that, he pushed the cart away without caring about Third Uncle's reaction.
Third Uncle looked at Ye Shan's back as he left, then looked at his big porcelain jar, muttering,""Haven't I put enough tea leaves? Why do you feel bitter?"
However, this was not the end. Ye Shan used the bicycle to transport the things back again and again. When he pushed some wood back again, Third Uncle could not help it anymore. "Shan 'zi, what are you doing here?" he asked.”
"I'm going to build a tricycle!”
"What? Build a car?"
"Yes."
"What's a tricycle?"
"It's a bicycle with three wheels.”Ye Shan didn't know if Third Uncle really didn't know." You'll understand when I'm done."”
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