I became famous for writing ridiculous stories in ancient times

After Wang Yuanwai returned home with a heavy heart, he learned from Mrs. Wang that Aunt Zhang had given the anxious Mrs. Wang an idea, saying that she had a little grandson named Gousheng at home, who was not only born on the same day and year as Wang Fugui, but also had a similar body shape and even a similar face.

She was willing to give up this grandson and exchange Wang Fugui for him!

When Wang Yuanwai came to ask for forgiveness from the victim, they not only took Zhang Gousheng back to the Wang family, but also found a greedy jailer who agreed to exchange Zhang Gousheng with Wang Fugui in prison and let Zhang Gousheng die instead.

Before he could come to his senses, Aunt Zhang hurriedly called Zhang Gousheng, who had already put on Wang Fugui's clothes and dressed like Wang Fugui, in, and said excitedly.

"Master, does he look like him? Doesn't he look like Master Fugui?"

"He looks like him at least three times!"

Mrs. Zhang's eyes were bloodshot, and she held Zhang Gousheng's hand tightly and said, "Master, Master Fugui can't stay in a place like a prison. Let's go and change Master Fugui back. When things are settled in a few days, Master Fugui will change his name and he will still be Master Wang!"

Mr. Wang was shocked.

What surprised him even more was that he found that the Zhang Gousheng in front of him was the young man he had met two years ago and whom he liked very much.

He asked tremblingly, "You, are you willing to die for Fugui?"

Zhang Gousheng was naturally unwilling.

Before, the Zhang family forced him with filial piety, and he was also brought to the Wang family, so he had to bow his head under the eaves. His original plan was to pretend to obey first, and then find an opportunity to shout at the county magistrate for injustice. But now seeing that Mr. Wang was actually the kind-hearted person he had met, the idea of ​​​​surviving surged up.

"I don't want to!" he shouted.

Then the scene was in chaos.

Without waiting for Wang Yuanwai and Mrs. Wang to speak, the anxious Madam Zhang, who was upset by Wang Fugui's imprisonment, beat and scolded Zhang Gousheng. She also said something like "My Zhang family raised you, you should repay my Zhang family and die for Fugui". The extreme idea and crazy behavior scared Wang Yuanwai and Mrs. Wang, who were originally anxious and stunned.

In the end, it was Wang Yuanwai who got angry, and Madam Zhang calmed down.

Afterwards, Mr. Wang sighed and said to Mrs. Wang: "Don't waste your time."

"Let's not talk about the fact that the county magistrate of Ping'an County, Mr. Bao, is a great official who is very observant. He can't hide the fact of the replacement. Even the innocent child named Gousheng is the same age as our Fugui, and he is not married yet. He is still a child. His family wants to push him to death for money. Do we want him to die too?"

"Forget it, just think of it as accumulating some blessings for Fugui."

Wang Yuanwai said bitterly: "The masters in the temple said that killing people will be sent to the eighteen levels of hell, and they will go through mountains of swords and seas of fire. Fugui killed a person and had to suffer so much. If he killed another person, he might be reincarnated as an animal in the next life."

"...Forget it, accumulate some virtues for the child"

As soon as she said this, Mrs. Wang burst into tears.

"Fugui, my Fugui..."

Wang Yuanwai also had tears in his eyes. After a while, he suddenly said, "By the way, how much silver did you originally plan to give to the Zhang family? Prepare another portion for the child named Gousheng. He was frightened today. And after what happened today, he probably won't be able to stay in the Zhang family in the future."

Mrs. Wang wiped away her tears, "Master, I will listen to you."

"But I didn't say I would give money to the Zhang family," she thought for a while and wondered, "Fugui has such a thing, I am at a loss, how can I come up with any ideas."

"This idea was proposed by Aunt Zhang, and she didn't ask for silver."

After a while, she suddenly whispered, "In fact, I regretted it when I saw the child just now. I think he looks like you when you were young, and I can't bear it..."

"...What did you say?"

Wang Yuanwai suddenly became alert.

He is not a woman like Mrs. Wang who never leaves the house. He has been traveling around for many years and is very shrewd. Nanny Zhang's behavior just now and Mrs. Wang's two sentences are nothing when viewed separately, but when put together, he instinctively feels that something is wrong, very wrong, and unreasonable.

So he asked: "You said that the idea was proposed by Nanny Zhang, and the Zhang family didn't ask for money?"

Mrs. Wang answered a little blankly: "Yes."

"Not long after you went to the Liu family to apologize, Nanny Zhang brought her grandson and told me about the idea of ​​replacing him. She also said that their family was willing, so..."

Something is wrong!

Mr. Wang sat up straight suddenly.

The Zhang family didn't ask for money, took the initiative to make suggestions, and acted more anxious than them...

In addition, Nanny Zhang said just now that the two children were actually born on the same day of the same month of the same year, and they looked a bit similar, and what Mrs. Wang said just now, she said that Zhang Gousheng looked like herself when she was young...

Mr. Wang's heart was pounding.

A terrible idea emerged in his mind!

While Fu Wenyu was writing furiously, Zhang had already found Mr. Tang, the owner of Kaiyuan Bookstore, and told him about the idea of ​​"serialization" and "advertising" proposed by Fu Wenyu.

Mr. Tang was a businessman, and he quickly understood these two things. However, he felt that advertising was more important than serializing the storybook, because the latter could bring more profits.

"That's a good idea!"

He nodded and praised: "In this way, everyone who sees the Liuzhou tabloid can see which store has good products, fair prices and freshness. As long as one out of ten people comes to the store, those stores can make a lot of money."

Mr. Tang was a man of swift action. He thought this was a good idea, so he arranged it immediately.

"In that case, let's not delay and start printing tomorrow. Well, let's print our Tang family's shop first. If it can attract customers, we can discuss with other shops later. As for the storybook, just pick two of the best-selling ones. By the way, did you bring Fu Wenyu's storybook?"

"Let's print them together." Tang Yuanwai smiled and said, "After all, it was his idea."

Manager Zhang bowed, "Thank you, boss."

Tang Yuanwai thought for a while and said, "The paper and ink of the tabloid don't cost much. I remember that we printed a thousand copies at a time, and printed them every five days. Now that we want more people to see it, we might as well not charge for the first copy and have someone print 5,000 copies and give them to everyone, especially places like teahouses."

"This time, the money will come from me..."

So a few days later, Fu Wenyu's first storybook in ancient times, "The Dove Occupies the Magpie's Nest: It's Hard to Distinguish Between the Real and the Fake Young Master", officially entered the eyes of ancient readers.

Kaiyuan Bookstore

Because he had been busy with his uncle for most of the night, Zhang Er looked a little listless this morning. However, this expression disappeared instantly when he saw a figure coming in, and was replaced by a full smile.

"Master Liu, please come in!"

The visitor was Liu Changmiao, a big customer of the bookstore, who spent more than ten taels of silver every month, so Zhang Er immediately went up to him after recognizing him, and then greeted him warmly.

"It's been a while since I last saw you, Master Liu. Today, I will follow the usual practice and pack all the new storybooks for you in the past two months? By the way, this month there is a new work by Mr. San Liu."

"The Woodcutter!"

"Mr. San Liu has published a new storybook?"

Liu Changmiao was a teenager of about fifteen or sixteen years old. When he heard the name 'Mr. San Liu', he said to Zhang Er without thinking, "Give it to me!"

Zhang Er did not dare to neglect it and took it immediately.

After Liu Changmiao took it, he opened the storybook in the next moment and read it with relish. At the same time, his expression was also very rich, sometimes frowning, sometimes clapping his hands and cheering.

"Well written, worthy of Mr. Sanliu!"

"This painting is as beautiful as ever. Mr. Sanliu seemed to have said that it was painted by his son? It's really beautiful. I wonder when I can see it."

However, no one in Liuzhou City has seen Mr. Sanliu, so Liu Changmiao gave up after a moment of regret, and his mind was immersed in the wonderful world of storybooks again.

After Zhang Er was busy finding all the new storybooks published in the past two months and wrapped them with oil paper, Liu Changmiao, who reads fast, had already finished reading "The Woodcutter".

He was as lively as if he had eaten a delicious meal.

"It's really well written, but it's too short!"