klisemfg Chapter 212 Copying Stories
Chapter 212 Copying Stories
"Copy?" Sanmao asked doubtfully, "You want to copy someone else's story?"
"No, where do you get your stories? And once you start telling a story, the stories have to be constantly updated. Do you have so many stories?"
"Don't worry about this, Third Brother. I guarantee there will be plenty of stories." Xiao Caoer smiled mysteriously.
"Sister, it's okay to copy one or two stories and then find someone to revise them. But if we keep copying stories written by others, it will ruin our reputation if they find out we plagiarized," Sanmao reminded.
Plagiarism will be despised no matter which dynasty it is.
In ancient times, scholars valued originality and talent, and plagiarists were considered morally corrupt and despised. They relied on their own knowledge and inspiration to create masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages. If someone tried to steal the achievements of others, they would be condemned by public opinion and rejected by their peers.
In modern society, knowledge and innovation are highly respected, and plagiarism is a serious violation. In the academic field, plagiarists will face academic setbacks and damage to their reputation; in the literary and artistic world, plagiarism will make them lose the trust of readers and audiences.
No matter how the times change, plagiarism is always shameful and will not be tolerated by upright people.
When Sanmao heard Xiaocaoer talking about copying stories, she thought about the issue of plagiarism instead of thinking about how to make more money by copying other people's stories. Xiaocaoer was very pleased about this.
Xiao Caoer smiled and said confidently, "Don't worry, Third Brother. The stories I want to copy are actually from my dreams. I often dream about these stories, and I want to copy them down. The things in my dreams should not be the same as those in other people's dreams."
"Stories in dreams? Sister, where do you get so many dreams? It's impossible that you tell stories in your dreams every day, right?"
Sanmao glanced at her sister and rolled her eyes again: You dreamed about it? Sister, in the past, when you could not explain the origin of something you invented, you said it was a dream. I don’t know how many of us you fooled with this excuse.
Now that we have grown up and have studied for so many years, do you think we will still believe the excuse of "I dreamt about it"?
Forget it, it comes from wherever you say it comes from. I can’t find any reason to question you, and I don’t want to give up making money because of this.
"Sister, the story you tell must be novel and attractive. Is the story in your dream so exciting?" Sanmao has traveled to many places with Zheng Huaming in the past two years. She has seen the wonderful world outside and knows the most basic elements of making money through storytelling.
"Don't worry, Third Brother. When has anything your sister made not been novel? Don't believe it? Then I'll write it down in the next two days to let you see the wonderful things in my dreams." Xiao Cao'er raised her little chin.
Sanmao was also happy that her sister seemed to have regained her mysterious confidence. "Well, as long as you think it's wonderful, I'll leave the writing of the story to you, sister."
"Now we have the story, but it's not easy to find a storyteller. We need to spend some time to look for one."
Xiao Cao nodded, "It's really hard to find one. A storyteller must not only be eloquent, but also be able to express the contents of the book accurately and in a way that is attractive to people. It's not easy to do all of these, so it's not easy to find a suitable storyteller."
"That's right, storytelling is different from reading. If it's the same as reading, if the contents of the book are just spoken out loud, it won't be attractive at all, so why spend money to listen to stories, right?" Sanmao's hands tapped on the desk.
"That's right. When telling a story, you must bring the listener into the situation in the book, so that everyone has a sense of being there, and people will feel that they want more after listening."
"Third brother, you can ask the scholars if there is anyone who wants to be a storyteller, because scholars should have a more thorough understanding of the story." Xiao Caoer said.
"But scholars may not be able to put up with the honor of becoming a storyteller, as they would feel that this lowers their status as a scholar."
"You have to look for it carefully." Sanmao recognized the ability of scholars to tell stories, but scholars might not be able to put down their pride and do this. "The most important thing in storytelling is to understand the meaning of the text, imagine the scene at the time, and sometimes use your hands and feet to express the meaning, which scholars might not be able to do."
After a while, Xiao Cao suddenly thought of something, "Third brother, do you think Brother Qiangzi and the others can tell stories? They have also studied for a few years and should be able to recognize the characters. I just don't know if they can understand them as thoroughly as scholars."
"I guess that's difficult. It's already amazing that you can recognize all the words in the story. You may understand the content, but it's hard to say whether you can express it according to the content in the book." Sanmao didn't look down on these brothers. If you let them do some odd jobs, there will be no problem, but they are really not good at telling stories.
Xiao Caoer felt that what the third brother said made sense. The rural children who learned to read and write were different from those who studied to take the imperial examinations.
"Third brother, I will write one or two stories in the next two days. Then you can let Brother Qiangzi and the others take a look and see if they can tell it like a storyteller. If they can, let them do it."
"Well, I'll copy some of it out these two days and bring it with you when you go to the capital. There are a lot of preparations to be made to open a teahouse."
Xiao Cao nodded in agreement. After discussing some details, the two brothers and sisters went their separate ways. Sanmao began to ask around for good storytellers, while Xiao Cao began to prepare her "mystery story".