I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

"Fatty, do you have any news?"

Chu He sipped his tea and asked.

"Young Master Chu, you don't know that after the sale was announced yesterday, many students sold houses and land to bet on Liu Rufeng."

"I went to Heilongfang this morning to have a look. I bet on Liu Rufeng and won a total of 200,000 taels!"

Wang Yingjun spat at the stars, even if his family was worth millions, he had never seen so much cash in one go.

"So many?" Chu He was also surprised when he heard this.

Wang Yingjun said: "I heard that many students sold their houses and fields in order to earn more."

"Fatty, it seems that you are really going to get rich." Chu He laughed.

Wang Yingjun looked bitter: "Young Master Chu, you have to hurry up, my father will be back later, if he knows that he has bet 20,000 taels of silver in the gambling shop and stole his picture of returning to the wild goose, My legs must be broken."

From the day the game started, Wang Yingjun felt as if he was being roasted on the fire.

In the past, when he played a few hundred taels, his father scolded him at most, but this time it was a full 20,000 taels of silver, and he also staked his father's favorite picture of returning to the wild goose. If his father didn't take it back before he got home, he His legs will definitely be broken.

"It's almost time, and we can start slowly closing the net." Chu He muttered to himself, and he raised his head and said, "Fatty, you can start to act. First arrange a small group of people today, and then dispatch all of them tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll go back and arrange people." Wang Yingjun hurriedly agreed, but he worried again: "Young Master Chu, you must be reliable."

"Don't worry, hurry up and make arrangements, your leg will definitely be saved, and you can earn a lot of money."

Chu He waved his hands again and again, and Wang Yingjun turned around and left to arrange the things he explained.

After Wang Yingjun returned home, outside the city, there were suddenly many storytellers in the teahouses and restaurants where many merchants stayed.

As if appearing out of nowhere, they began to talk about strange things.

The story is captivating, with its ups and downs, and engaging.

The businessmen who came and went listened mesmerized, the storyteller gavel fell, and the first round was over.

"Sir, why don't you continue talking? I'll give you two taels of silver, and continue talking!"

"Yes, sir, what happened to Taiwei Hong after he left the demons? What happened to him? Where did those demons go?"

"Sir, I would also like to give two taels of silver, so you can continue talking!"

All the merchants shouted, and finally listened to a book to relieve their fatigue, but the critical moment ended suddenly, isn't this the same as a kitten scratching the heart?

The storyteller said with an apologetic face, "I don't know the story behind, I'm really sorry."

As soon as they heard that Mr. Shu said that they didn't know the next story, the merchants were immediately furious.

Someone slapped the table and stood up, angrily said: "Old man, aren't you playing tricks on us? Tell us a story with a beginning and an end. Isn't this trying to whet our appetite?"

"Exactly! As a storyteller, how can you tell such a story with no beginning and no end? Doesn't this make everyone feel uncomfortable?"

There was a lot of yelling, and some people even stood up and raised the stool in their hands to go up and beat the storyteller.

They are all people who walk outside all the year round, and most of them have a hot temper and some skills, so they got really angry immediately.

The storyteller turned pale with fright, and hurriedly said, "Everyone, although I don't know the story behind it, I do know where I can read it!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone calmed down a little and put down the things in their hands.

"Tell me where you can see it." A big man scolded.

Storyteller: "This story comes from "Water Margin" written by Mr. Chu He of the Chu family in Pingyang City. I heard that it is sold in Donglai Bookstore in the city."

"So that's it. Who is Chu He, son of the Chu family, who can write such beautiful miscellaneous books?"

"I have to go on my way, but I just bought a copy, and it's not bad to save it on the way."

"That's right, we still have to hurry, and we can buy a few books to relieve fatigue on the way."

"Go together!"

The storyteller heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this, the two liang of silver was really hard to get, and he almost cost his life for it.

It's just a cup of tea, and the teahouses and restaurants that were originally overcrowded are empty.

Everyone rushed to the city, intending to find that Donglai Bookstore and buy a copy of "Water Margin".

There was more than one storyteller, at least a dozen or so people were telling stories outside the city, and naturally many merchants were attracted.

Not long after, the city became noisy, and merchants who originally only stayed outside the city poured into the city.

Everyone in Pingyang City was very puzzled, and they were surprised to find that these merchants were all rushing to one place.

"What's going on? Why are all the merchants entering the city?"

"I don't know. Looking at that direction, it seems to be Dongcheng Street. There are all bookstores there. Could it be that they are going to buy Mr. Liu's poetry collection?"

Everyone in the city was talking about it, and it seemed that Liu Rufeng's poetry collection was the only one that could attract so many merchants to the book-selling streets.

On Dongcheng Street, many bookstores opened their doors, but today is not as popular as yesterday.

"Although the business of the bookstore opposite is not that good, it can sell three to five hundred copies a day. It would be great if we had that business."

Sitting on the threshold, Liu Ergou sighed, his eyes full of envy.

Wang Chuyong walked over with his mustache, and knocked on Liu Ergou's head with a folding fan in his hand.

"Boy, don't be so ambitious, our shop's business is pretty good, we sold 90 books yesterday, and we sold more than 50 books this morning, I guess young master Chu's book can sell at least today." More than a hundred copies."

Liu Ergou scratched his head and said, "Shopkeeper, I heard that Wang Shao opened a gambling game in Heilongfang. You said that Mr. Chu's book can really sell Liu Rufeng's?"

Wang Chuyong thought for a while, and the quality of Chu He's books was indeed good, but they were miscellaneous books after all.

Just when he was about to answer, he suddenly saw a large group of people rushing over, dressed like businessmen on their way.

Just why are there so many businessmen coming to Dongcheng Street? Could it be that he came to buy Liu Rufeng's poetry collection?

"Hey, what a coincidence, we just got a batch of new books here!"

The clerk in the bookshop opposite was already shouting, and there was still a bundle of hundreds of poems in hand.

Seeing those merchants being greeted, even Wang Chuyong showed envy.

All the merchants walked over immediately, "Do you know what we want to buy?"

The clerk smiled and said, "Of course I know, everyone is not here to buy this book."

He raised the collection of Rufeng's poems in his hand, and said with a smile, "One volume of thirty essays, the first collection of poems written by Mr. Liu!"

"Rufeng Poetry Collection?" The smiles on the merchants' faces froze immediately, and they said with disgust, "Who wants to buy this Laoshizi Poetry Collection!"

"Ah?" The bookstore clerk didn't realize it for a while.

They looked up at the bookstore plaque.

"So I went to the wrong door, where is Donglai Bookstore?"

"Isn't that next door? Let's go there quickly!"

A group of people walked towards Donglai Bookstore in a panic.

Liu Ergou, who was sitting on the threshold, rubbed his eyes when he saw this, and said in surprise, "Shopkeeper, why are they here?"

Wang Chuyong was also stunned for a moment, and without paying attention, he pulled off his mustache and took a breath of air in pain.

"Donglai Bookstore, this is it!" The man in charge took a look at the plaque and walked into the bookstore.

Wang Chuyong hurried forward and said, "Guest officer, are you here to buy books?"

The man glanced at him and said displeasedly: "We didn't come to the bookstore to buy books, could it be that we also came to drink flower wine?"

Wang Chuyong's forehead was dripping with sweat. There were at least a hundred people behind this man, and he couldn't afford to provoke him.

"Boss, do you have a book called "Water Margin" here?" the man asked.

Wang Chuyong nodded again and again: "Yes, there is indeed this book."

"That's good. We want a total of one hundred copies. You can settle the bill." The man waved his hand.

"One... a hundred copies?"