I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

The Liu family mansion in the south of the city.

Headed by Liu Rufeng, several young men in Confucian robes were talking and laughing in the gazebo.

"Thinking about it, Chu He is about to die of anger now. It doesn't matter if he wins the leader, he is just the son of a proctor cheating!"

"That's right. He just happened to see some good things. Young Master Liu is about to publish a collection of poems. How can he be compared!"

"When Liu Shao's poetry collection goes on sale tomorrow, I, Wang Rang, will definitely go and buy a copy first!"

"Go together!"

...

Hearing the flattery in his ears, Liu Rufeng felt complacent, but his expression was still humble.

His Liu family is a scholarly family, and there have been several talented scholars and Confucianism cultivators in the family, but who is Chu He, who dares to humiliate him in front of a small face!

That's why Liu Rufeng deliberately published a book on the same day as Chu He. By then, he will definitely attract all the scholars in the city, so that Chu He's nonsense Water Margin won't be able to sell any of them!

Just when he was proud, a servant suddenly ran over in a hurry.

"It's not good! The young master is not good!"

Liu Rufeng couldn't help frowning, and angrily said: "What's wrong? Isn't this young master all right?"

The servant took a deep breath and said, "Master, I don't know who released the news, saying that you yelled "Water Margin" three times last night, so beautiful!"

"what!"

Liu Rufeng stood up abruptly, his face turning red and purple in anger.

Who the hell is he who dares to fight against him? He is looking for death!

He suppressed his anger and asked, "Can you find out who sent the news?"

"It was posted at the entrance of Wang's shop, and all of Chu He's lyrics and music were written on it." The servant replied.

Liu Rufeng's eyes turned black, and she staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

"Wang Yingjun! This Young Master and you are at odds!"

As the richest man in Pingyang City, the Wang family has shops all over Pingyang City. When this picture is posted, everyone in the city knows that he lost to Chu He.

He supported the stone pillar beside him, his chest rose and fell, and he was panting heavily.

Guan Ming, whose face was still swollen, hastily persuaded, "Young Master Liu, please don't lose your temper. Since he, Chu He, has done such a despicable thing, then we should fight back!"

"Yeah, everyone has long been dissatisfied with letting that dude win the championship. I will mobilize all the talented people in the city to buy your poetry collection when I go back. When the time comes, your poetry collection will be very popular, but Chu He's one has not been sold. Look at him. What face is there to stay in Pingyang City!"

All the talented scholars immediately dispersed to build momentum for Liu Rufeng's poetry collection.

Last night, Chu He's winning the first prize has made them lose face. If his miscellaneous books are sold again, then the students in Pingyang City will really lose face.

The students in almost the entire Pingyang City were mobilized. In the streets and alleys, wherever there were students gathered, they talked about the poems of Tomorrow Willow Rufeng.

The news that Liu Rufeng was about to publish a collection of poems was like a gust of wind, sweeping across the entire Pingyang City in an instant.

As for the fact that Chu He won the first prize at the Golden Autumn Talent Meeting last night, it was blown away in just half a day.

The major bookstores are already overcrowded, and they are all vying to reserve the poetry collection written by Liu Rufeng.

Its sales speed even exceeded the sales speed of the talented scholar Jing Ruxiu when he published the book.

On the other hand, Donglai Bookstore, except for occasional passers-by, almost no one goes in to buy books, let alone make reservations.

Shopkeepers Wang Chuyong and Liu Ergou could only sit at the door, looking at the crowds in the bookstore opposite, feeling sour.

In the Liu family, listening to the news reported by the servants, Liu Rufeng showed a smug smile on his face.

Originally, his collection of poems might not be able to sell well, but after Chu He made such a fuss, students all over the city scrambled for reservations.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said calmly, "Go get a copy of my poetry collection and send it to the Chu family, so that that trash can know what a bestseller looks like."

The servant immediately took a book of Rufeng's poems and rushed to Chu's house without stopping.

Chu family.

Wang Yingjun sat down on the long bench, and the bench creaked as it was pressed down, as if it would break from it in an instant.

He had a worried look on his face: "Young Master Chu, is your arrangement really useful? Now the discussion in the city is all about Liu Rufeng's poetry anthology, brother, do you want me to spend 10,000 taels of money to promote it?"

Chu He said with a faint smile: "Don't worry, my book is destined to be a hit, let alone a student from Pingyang City, even a great Confucianist is useless to support him."

At this moment, Uncle Fu suddenly walked over quickly, with a very ugly face and a book in his hand.

"Fu Bo, why do you look so ugly?" Chu He couldn't help asking when he saw this.

Uncle Uncle hesitated for a moment, then handed over the book in his hand: "Young master, this is a book from the Liu family, and... it also brought Liu Rufeng's words."

Chu He frowned slightly: "What did Liu Rufeng say?"

"He said...he said to ask young master to burn those miscellaneous books as soon as possible, and study the classics of poetry anthology..."

Uncle Fu hesitated, and said the words brought by the servants of the Liu family.

Before Chu He could speak, Wang Yingjun slapped the table and stood up, angrily said: "What a Liu Rufeng, dare to humiliate my brother Wang Yingjun, I will let my father buy all the bookstores in the city, and see what he does." Publish a book!"

With that said, he turned around and was about to go home.

"Fatty, don't worry!"

Chu He hurriedly called him to stop.

"It doesn't matter whose book sells well. If you buy the bookstore and prevent him from publishing books, don't you just admit that I am not as good as him?"

"Then what can we do?" Wang Yingjun was very annoyed. His brother was humiliated, but he couldn't help him. It was undoubtedly a kind of torture for him.

Chu He glanced at the poetry collection, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but raise an arc.

I thought that Liu Rufeng could have some skills, except for a few poems that were easy to read, the rest of the poems were either piled up with rhetoric or forced to rhyme, and they couldn't be put on the table at all.

"Young Master Chu, what time is it, you still read Liu Rufeng's poetry collection!"

Wang Yingjun grabbed the poetry collection and threw it on the ground hard, his face flushed with anger.

Chu He was not angry, but smiled and said, "Fatty, do you want to make a fortune?"

"I have a plan. Not only can I sell my books better than Liu Rufeng, but it can also make you tens of thousands of taels of silver."

Wang Yingjun knew that Chu He was by no means a random person, so he asked, "What plan?"

Chu He beckoned and whispered into Wang Yingjun's ear, even Yu Ling and Fu Bo didn't know what he said to Wang Yingjun.

"Is this really possible?" Wang Yingjun hesitated and said, "Young Master Chu, if your plan fails, I will have to pay twenty to thirty thousand taels of silver, and my father will destroy me even if he knows."

"Don't you still believe my plan?" Chu He patted him on the shoulder.

Wang Yingjun gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, brother, I'll do it, at worst, I will break my leg."

After making up his mind, Wang Yingjun twisted his fat body and went home to get money to do business.

After Wang Yingjun left, Chu He said: "Uncle Fu prepares the horse, I'm going to Donglai Bookstore."