Is writing a novel a dead end?

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, exploding in Li Huai's mind, instantly striking him like a thunderbolt.

So much so that in the following training, because of being distracted, Xu Zi's fists, kicks and words taught him a lesson again.

When I got back to my place, I took a medicated bath in a hurry.

After he finished washing himself and lay down on the couch, a handsome-looking woman about thirty years old led several people in to give him a massage.

"Ouch!"

As soon as the woman touched the sore spot with her hand, Li Huai couldn't help crying out in pain.

"What happened to the young master today? He hasn't been in such a mess for a long time." The woman chuckled lightly and said, "The slave family heard that Xu Jun has returned. Could it be that he didn't hold back this time and really wanted to talk to you?

Was there a fight?"

"Ms. Gongsun is joking," Li Huai shook his head, "If Xu Jun really lets go, even Huangfu Huai won't be able to beat him, but there are still some reasons today..."

He knew that the women who were arranged to have massages with him were well-informed people. If it weren't for the general's face, he wouldn't have invited them here at all. So based on a certain thought, he told the story of what happened before without any concealment.

Read it again.

"Writing novels is a dead end? These words are a bit absolute. Most of them were said by Xu Jun to scare you, but he is still right in some words, that is, novelists are indeed not popular." The woman said with a smile.

With.

Li Huai took advantage of the situation and asked: "Ms. Gongsun, you are the most well-informed. Have you ever met the novelist?"

"I've never met a few novelists, but there are quite a few storytellers," the woman said, seeing Li Huai's surprised expression. "What Xu Jun told you before was also true. He was killed two years ago.

A group of people, but this was not extinct after the incident. There are still people who want to take this road. After all, it is to make a living. If you can't do it, you will die. Seeing that the control is looser, they all go back to the old business. It's just that this thing,

But it’s different.”

Li Huai's heart moved and he couldn't help but ask what was different inside.

"The biggest difference is the content of their stories," Lady Gongsun smiled slightly, turning her white hands around Li Huai's neck, "In the past, those storytellers talked about princes, generals, and people, and how people were freed from suffering.

I talked about the reckless heroes, and even the legends of the past, but now, it’s just about talented men and beautiful ladies, which is really boring.”

"So, those storytellers in the past were unlucky because of the things they said?" Li Huai frowned, vaguely understanding.

"This is not what the slave family said, it was your own guess, young master." The woman smiled slightly and ignored the topic.

Later, even if Li Huai made some innuendo, the woman just smiled and said nothing more. After some busy work, she took the others away again.

Li Huai felt very comfortable all over, and another servant came over with medicine and food.

After some exercise, soaking in medicinal baths, and being massaged, his body was relieved of fatigue, but his stomach was already growling with hunger, so he ate while holding it.

Compared with the original situation in Li's Mansion, the current cost of food and clothing has been greatly improved. Although it is not as corrupt as the Dingxiang Hou Mansion in the Daning world, it is much higher than that of ordinary people.

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After he was full, Li Huai followed his habit and went to the study, took out a few books and read through them. However, although his eyes were fixed on the pages, his mind was no longer on them - he was distracted again.

The reason is simple. Lady Gongsun’s words not only did not dispel his doubts, but made him pay more attention. After all, judging from the information currently available, whether it was General Longxiang, Xu Zi, or Lady Gongsun,

, they pay special attention to the so-called novelists or second-rate storytellers.

"This makes no sense. According to the information I collected when I first wrote the article, although I don't want to admit it, storytellers are often regarded as unfashionable. They are part of the market culture. It is not only difficult to

When you wait in the elegant hall, you won't be valued much by the upper class. At most, you will be called over to say a few words and have fun. It is better than the Western court clowns and jesters. But at the moment, it seems that it has been affected.

Pay special attention!”

Since this family is very close to Li Huai's professional attributes before time travel, of course he wants to know more about it, especially...

"Will I be affected by my body? My temperament is a bit juvenile and I am rebellious. So the more I am reminded to pay attention, the more I want to understand? No, what will happen to human beings if they lose their curiosity? This can only

Prove that I have an innocent heart!"

"I suspect you are maliciously farming slots, but I have no evidence! 1 slot!"

Li Huai ignored the narrator's interruption and was still thinking about the previous problem. Perhaps because of the many skills he had acquired, he slowly came up with an idea.

"In general, because those storytellers were not restrained in the past, they talked about everything, ranging from myths and legends to market slang, with princes and generals interspersed in the middle, and they were involved in all aspects. In addition, these legends have always been

Storytelling and story telling were a great pleasure for ordinary people in ancient times when there was a lack of entertainment. They had the characteristics of viral propagation. In other words, as long as these stories were told well, they would soon become popular and spread.

And influence, shaping... Internet celebrities?"

Suddenly, Li Huai was stunned, and then realized a key problem.

"I overlooked a very crucial point! The world is different!"

He took a deep breath.

"Fame has shaped the brilliance of the literary master. Although I still don't know what this brilliance means to him, or even what effect it has, but at least I know that if I get this thing, it will help me learn skills, then it will be good for him.

For other people, it should be useful, and the source of glory is popularity, or in other words, a novelist must have many fans who admire him, be influential, and be similar to an internet celebrity, then a novelist..."

After thinking about it, Li Huai actually felt a little creepy.

"In this ancient society, it is important to match the virtues and positions. If you have power in your hands, soldiers behind you, an official position above your head, and a title behind your back, then popularity is like water poured into the pond, which can revitalize the situation. But conversely, if there is only

One mouth, but many followers, then this may be the source of disaster, no wonder...no wonder..."

As soon as he thought about this, Li Huai thought that if it was as he guessed, General Long Xiang's advice would make sense.

"Does that also mean that the literary master actually knows that he has popularity? Does he know how to make use of the light he has? Forget it, it's not easy to ask directly about this. Let's take it slow. The first priority is to find an article first
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