I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

The Wang family is definitely the most luxurious residence in Pingyang City.

The nails on the vermilion lacquer gate are all made of pure silver, which is dazzling.

The guards at the gate were all dressed in silk and satin clothes, and the sword hanging from their waists had a gilt hilt.

Especially the pair of stone lions at the entrance, which are nearly Zhang high, are extremely eye-catching.

The atmosphere of nouveau riche is everywhere in the whole mansion.

Wang Wanwan started from scratch and made a lot of money, but he always felt that his cultural background was insufficient, and he was incomparable with those big families that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

And the fact is true, no matter how rich he is, he is still an inferior person in the eyes of those scholarly families.

That's why he hoped that his son would become a dragon, and hoped that his only son, Wang Yingjun, could take up the family's responsibility and become a cultured person.

His expectation was 16 years, but just a few days ago, he heard that Wang Yingjun had bet his return to wild goose map in the casino.

Wang Wanwan was almost overwhelmed with anger, and immediately decided to rush back to Pingyang City to break this bastard's dog legs.

"Master, the young master is back!" The fat butler twisted his body and came over to report.

Wang Wanwan was furious: "My boy, I thought he wouldn't come back. I must break his dog's leg today!"

There were dull footsteps outside the door, and one knew that the good son had returned.

In the entire Wang family, apart from Wang Wanwan, Wang Yingjun is the most plump.

Squeak!

The door opened, and a fat body twisted in.

"You still dare to come back, if I don't interrupt your legs today, I will write your surname upside down!"

Before Wang Yingjun could speak, Wang Wanwan yelled angrily, and threw the mallet in his hand directly.

Wang Yingjun turned pale with fright. It was too late for him to dodge because of his fat body, he could only watch helplessly as the mallet hit him.

However, the mallet did not hit him on the head, but was held tightly by one hand.

Chu He grabbed the mallet and walked in the door, and said with a smile, "Uncle Wang, why are you so angry? If this is a mallet, it won't smash the fat man into cerebral palsy."

Wang Yingjun also had a look of grievance, and echoed repeatedly: "That is, you are only a son like me. If you are fooled, who will take care of you and die."

Seeing Chu He's presence, Wang Wanwan suppressed his anger at first, but when he heard this, he jumped up angrily.

He pointed at Wang Yingjun's nose and cursed angrily: "Are you still pointing at your retirement? You even dared to bet my father's return to the wild goose map to the casino. Sooner or later, these family properties of my father will be ruined by you!"

"Uncle Wang, what you said is wrong, the fat man will make a fortune in two days." Chu He smiled lightly.

"He's the only one who still gets rich? How much does he weigh? Can I not know?"

"And you, can you stop messing around with handsomeness in the future, your Chu family has a great career, and our Wang family's heritage can't stand up to it."

Wang Wanwan was immediately laughed out of anger, and even became dissatisfied with Chu He.

He couldn't be more clear about Wang Yingjun's pissing nature. It's a good thing to spend money slowly, but can he still make a fortune?

There are also many problems with Wang Yingjun, which were also brought out by Chu He.

"Father, how can you say that about my brother!" Wang Yingjun immediately showed an angry face.

Chu He was not angry either. He reached out to stop Wang Yingjun, turned his head and smiled and said, "Uncle Wang, Fatty is really going to get rich. Although he bet Guiyan Tu in Heilongfang, he can get 200,000 taels of silver notes. Isn't the business worth it?"

"Where did I get the 200,000 taels of silver bill? I have been in business for so many years, but I have never encountered such a good thing." Wang Wanwan said coldly, "You think I am a fool!"

"Uncle Wang should know about the gambling game in Fatty's Black Dragon Square, right? As long as he wins, he will get two hundred thousand taels." Chu He said calmly.

Wang Wanwan's expression became more and more gloomy: "Chu He, you really think of me as a fool. How could your miscellaneous book sell Liu Rufeng's poetry anthology? Do you have to bring my son to ruin my family property?"

"Father! How can you say that about Young Master Chu? His book sold 6,000 copies today. If it wasn't for the lack of stock, it would have sold at least 8,000 copies!"

Wang Yingjun couldn't hold back any longer, and yelled directly at Wang Wanwan.

Wang Wanwan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed angrily.

"You said that a miscellaneous book can sell 6,000 copies a day? Wang Yingjun, you also treat me as a fool! I will interrupt you today..."

Before Wang Wanwan finished speaking, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

His expression was dull, his eyes were round and staring at Chu He, and there was a huge wave in his heart.

Culture! Nine feet of style!

Behind Chu He, there is a light blue literary spirit, which is nine feet high!

The nine-foot green awn is the symbol of the pinnacle of studying at the ninth rank, and it is only one step away from entering the full study of the eighth rank.

At Chu He's age, to have such attainments in Confucianism and Taoism is definitely considered a genius.

"Chu He...my nephew, are you at the ninth grade of study?" Wang Wanwan's voice trembled.

In his dreams, he always hoped that his son could mix with Confucianism cultivators, so that even if he failed to become a Confucianism cultivator, he would still be able to enjoy the culture.

"What is this? Young Master Chu won the first prize at the Golden Autumn Talented Scholars Association a few days ago, and even triggered the Wen Dao phenomenon!" Wang Yingjun said proudly.

Wang Wanwan became more and more shocked. If he could arouse the vision of literature and Taoism, he would definitely be able to step into the realm of talented scholars among the three realms of Confucianism and Taoism in the future, which meant that Chu He's minimum achievement in the future would have to be a sixth-grade scholar, and he would be able to enter the imperial court I'm an official.

He looked at Chu He again with fiery eyes. If his son can mix with this kind of person, he might really become a Confucianism cultivator in the future, even if he is only studying at the ninth rank!

"Nephew, it was Uncle who made me abrupt just now, don't take offense!" Wang Wanwan said with a sneer.

Chu He smiled and said, "Fatty and I are good brothers, and Uncle Wang is doing it for his own good. I can't blame you."

"Steward Li, take out my treasured Qing Yuncui and give it to my nephew. I want to have a good chat with my nephew."

With a big wave of Wang Wanwan's hand, he immediately asked the housekeeper to bring up the treasured tea leaves.

This tea is extremely precious, like a blue cloud in the water, with a fragrance on lips and teeth, one tael is worth thousands of gold, Wang Wanwan himself is usually reluctant to drink it.

After the hot tea was served, Wang Wanwan cordially took Chu He to chat.

Seeing the two enjoying themselves happily, Wang Yingjun suddenly wondered if Chu He was his father's real son.

The Liu family mansion in the south of the city.

In the study room, paper, ink, brushes and inkstones were scattered all over the place.

Liu Rufeng gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of anger.

His Liu Rufeng's collection of poems only sold less than 2,000 copies today, why can Chu He's miscellaneous books sell 6,000 copies!

First, Chu He Jinqiu won the first prize and slapped him in the face. Then there was that old man from Shangguan's family who was blind and recognized Chu He as his grandson.

Why? He, Liu Rufeng, is the number one talented person in Pingyang City, and the one who gets these honors should be him, Liu Rufeng!

And if Chu He's miscellaneous books really sell more than him, then it's all over.

All the students in the city bet on him to win, and the Liu family will be enemies all over the world, and he will become a joke among the whole city.

"Master, if you are too angry, Chu He may not be able to sell you out," the butler persuaded.

Liu Rufeng's face was livid: "What if he can sell it? I will offend all the students in the city."

"Master, it's simple. If he has no books to sell, won't he not be able to sell you?" The corner of the butler's mouth slightly raised, and he said softly: "Now the only one who prints Water Margin is Donglai Bookstore."

Liu Rufeng frowned, revealing a thoughtful look.