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Chapter 68 Writing a Book
Although she didn't memorize it, she knew the story. She had seen all the TV series, so it was easy to write.

"The title of the book is Journey to the West." Fu Bao said.

I saw Zhou Zhe dipped in ink and wrote the words Journey to the West, which is very beautiful.

Fu Bao started to narrate, she spoke very slowly because she needed to recall the details in the book, and Wen Heng at the side just listened briefly at first.

But after hearing it, I couldn't read the textbook in front of me, and my mind was all on what Fubao said.

After about two hours, Fu Bao's voice stopped abruptly.

"Hey, why don't you say it? I'm writing with great enthusiasm. This seems to be a mythical storybook." Zhou Zhe stopped writing, looking expectant.

"Can you continue writing? Are you not tired?" Fu Bao asked puzzled.

I probably wrote five or six thousand words just now, Zhou Zhe's speed is really fast this time.

"No problem, hurry up, you can sell it for money after you finish writing it. I want to see what's going on with this monkey grandson." Zhou Zhe urged, and Wen Heng on the side was also looking forward to it.

This story is quite interesting.

"Okay, continue." Fu Bao took a sip of water and began to talk.

Now it's nightfall.

It wasn't until Pearl came to knock on the door and told her to eat in the front yard that she stopped writing.

"Fu Bao, how much more is there behind this story?" Zhou Zhe asked curiously, he still had more ideas, he really wanted to know the ending of the story quickly.

"Probably three times as much as you wrote." Fu Bao said in a hoarse voice, thinking for a moment that he wrote a quarter of Journey to the West on this day.

Wen Heng got up, "Okay, let's go eat." After finishing speaking, he glared at Zhou Zhe, and pulled Fu Bao to leave first, "You can't talk less, let's see what your voice has become?"

"Hey, it's not about making money." Fu Bao joked.

Wen Heng frowned and said nothing.

In the front hall, Zhou Zhe didn't want to stay when dinner was ready. After all, the previous meal at Fu Bao's house had left a shadow in his heart.

But she couldn't stop Zhang Wang's strong persuasion, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit down.

When he saw the food on the table, he was relieved. It was white batter and pancakes, and there were no coarse grains.

There is also braised pork, and three vegetarian dishes.

He didn't feel hungry at first, but as soon as he sat down, Zhou Zhe's stomach started to growl, and he immediately stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth.

His right hand trembled and almost dropped the meat on the ground.

After Fu Bao saw it, he smiled.

It doesn't seem very strong.

After dinner, Zhou Zhe left. The soreness in his right arm made him uncomfortable. If he had known that he would not have written so many words, but when he thought that he would have money immediately, he immediately became excited.

Bounced back home.

In the old Zhang family, after dinner, Zhang Wang and Da Li are responsible for cleaning up, and the rest sit down for a meeting.

"Today, the village head sent over a list of six people, a total of [-] catties of tofu. You probably get up and work before dawn." Zhang Liu said holding a list.

"Grandma, give it to me, I'm in charge of keeping the account now." Rui Ge'er took the list, glanced at it, and put it away.

"Originally, I was offered ten people, but I refused. There are too many people, and we can't do it, so I think we need to expand the scale." After Zhang Liushi finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Laosan.

"Third, when will the stone mill mentioned earlier be delivered?"

"Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow will be fine." Zhang Laosan hesitated after speaking, "Father, mother, if there are three stone mills in the yard, it will be too crowded, and it is not safe for people to come and go."

"That's easy. Isn't our old house still empty? We just need to open a tofu workshop in the old house." Fu Bao said eagerly.

When Zhang Laosan heard it, his eyes lit up, "That's right, there is a stone mill in the courtyard of the old house, and there is also a warehouse in the kitchen to cook soybean milk, and the rest of the room can be used to press tofu."

"Then after the [-] catties are ready tomorrow, let's just move all the tools for making tofu there." Zhang Liu said with a nod.

Fu Bao tilted his head and looked at the others, "Father, mother, since we have opened a workshop, we must make it bigger. Otherwise, we won't earn much from a thousand catties of tofu a day."

"Yes, what Fubao said is right, we have to make it bigger." Zhang Xiaowu echoed, and now he has [-] trust in Fubao.

"Fubao, do you have any good ideas?" Little Li was looking forward to this sister-in-law's new idea.

"We don't do it in the middle of the afternoon now, because it's too late to sell. What if we do it in the afternoon."

"But tofu doesn't taste good overnight, and it's easy to spoil." Zhang Wang looked worried.

"It can be made into other things, such as dried tofu and tofu skin, which can be stored for three or four days." Fu Bao said with a smile.

She went back to see how it was done at night.

"Well, you can try it, but there are not enough people at home." Zhang Laosan has been so busy these two days that he never touches the ground.

"Hiring people, [-] or [-] yuan per person. When our workshop is operating normally, we will go to Fucheng to open a tofu shop, selling tofu, tofu curd, and all kinds of tofu." Fu Bao said very excitedly .

She seemed to have seen a lot of money rushing in.

"Then listen to Fubao and hire someone to make tofu." Zhang Liushi ordered, and then let everyone go back to rest.

After everyone has left.

Seeing the worry on Zhang Liu's face, old man Zhang couldn't help asking, "What happened?"

Zhang Liushi sighed, "Fubao is too smart. I feel a little uneasy."

Old man Zhang smiled, "I was ill before, and I have been ill for so long, but now I am cured, and God must make up for it. Besides, I will go to the temple to pray for blessings in a few days, and that will be fine."

"En." Zhang Liushi nodded.

Fu Bao and Wen Heng went back to the study room to prepare things for school tomorrow. By the way, Fu Bao tidied up the written West Chamber.

After waiting for half a month to rest, you can sell it.

I don't know how much I can sell it for.

"Fubao, the money is enough now, why do you need to make money?" Wen Heng couldn't help asking when he saw that Fubao was still sorting out the half-written script after sorting it out.

Seeing Wen Heng's serious look, Fu Bao said slowly after thinking about it.

"Because I feel that the money is far from enough."

"I want the whole family to eat white rice, white flour steamed buns, and meat." Fu Bao blinked.

"And, don't you think making money is a very interesting process? You can meet more people, see more things, and learn a lot that you can't learn in books."

"So, my wish is to earn a lot of money and lead the whole family to live a good life, and then to practice martial arts so that I can keep fit and live longer." Fu Bao said with a smile.

After Wen Heng heard Fu Bao's thoughts, he pursed his lips, "Then you promise me, you can make money, and you can't neglect your homework."

(End of this chapter)