I became famous for writing ridiculous stories in ancient times

The couple spent the whole night thinking about how to make a lot of money.

But after thinking about it, there is no good result.

Finally, Aunt Fu had a sudden idea and lowered her voice: "Master, aren't you literate? Why don't you also learn from Wen Yu and write those story books? Isn't it because he wrote good story books that he got rich?" "

Fu Qingshi frowned, "Can I write too?"

"Why not?!" Aunt Fu became excited, "When he lived across the street, I just read what he wrote." She raised her hand and made a writing gesture, "That's it, just write like that. , Isn’t this exactly the same as when your elder brother was copying books every day?”

"That's what the story says!"

The more Aunt Fu talked, the more it made sense, "We are all brothers in the same family, and we have all read books. It doesn't make sense that your eldest brother can do it, your nephew can, but you can't, right? As the head of the family, I think you should give it a try."

“Maybe you’ll get rich after trying it!”

Fu Qingshi was moved by her and nodded: "Then I'll give it a try. I've just finished the work in the fields and I'm idle in the winter. I'll go to the city to buy some paper and pens tomorrow. I remember my eldest brother It seems that I also wrote storybooks back then. Hey, maybe our family has some talent and can write storybooks. "

He stood up excitedly, "If I can also write, then we will call Wenju back. We won't let him learn any carpentry work at your parents' house. From now on, he can write storybooks with me and make a fortune!"

"One hundred acres of land. When Wen Yu was blind, he didn't even take it. If I were to write a storybook, I would encounter such a thing as Tang Yuan's wife. I wouldn't let it go no matter what."

Aunt Fu also thought about it, "Yes, when we make money, we will buy land and build a beautiful big house, bigger than my sister-in-law's house. I also want to buy a few hairpins, both gold and silver, as well as silver ones." Golden head and face!”

So the next day, Fu Qingshi actually bought pen and paper and came back. Not only did he buy pen and paper, he also brought back two Liuzhou tabloids.

"Is this the script?"

Second Aunt Fu came closer and looked at it carefully, "The writing on it must be, it's really nice and neat. Head, I've seen you write before, but it doesn't seem so neat."

"This is the 'Liuzhou Tabloid'."

Fu Qingshi solemnly opened a tabloid and placed it horizontally on the table. Then he pointed to a certain paragraph and said: "This storybook is called "The Legend of Divine Eyes", and it is a new storybook written by Wen Yu."

""Legend of the Divine Eye", isn't it the "True and False Young Master"? I also heard people in the village say that the son of Tang Yuan's wife was able to be found because of Wen Yu's storybook, so they knew Give him a lot of land."

Second Aunt Fu curiously asked, "So, head of the family, are you also writing this legend about the divine eye?"

Fu Qingshi shook his head regretfully, "I asked, but if they write the same thing, they won't accept it. So I want to write something different. I bought these two tabloids just to see what other people write."

"This thing costs five cents a piece, which is very expensive."

Aunt Fu's stroking hand immediately stopped, and she said in surprise: "Aren't those two pieces of paper worth ten cents?" She only paid twenty cents for a copper hairpin, but these two thin pieces of paper cost so much. Ten cents.

While sighing, the couple read the storybook. Because Aunt Fu was illiterate, one of them read and the other listened. From time to time, they would discuss a few words, or maybe Second Aunt Fu couldn't understand and asked Fu Qingshi to explain.

After reading it, the two felt that they already knew it, so they started writing.

After a few days, they were ready to sell what they had written.

Second Aunt Fu vowed, "When Wen Yu lived across the street, I heard the mother and daughter say that when Wen Yu wrote seven or eight pieces, he sold them, and they gave him money before he came back to continue writing."

"Master, you've already written ten of them."

Fu Qingshi hesitantly picked up a piece of paper that looked a little awkward after scribbling and correcting it. He had racked his brains these past few days to write it, and several hairs had fallen out because of it.

"Are you sure it's seven or eight?" How come he heard that it was sent after it was finished?

"That's seven or eight!" Second Aunt Fu said with certainty: "The two of them were talking in the yard at that time, and they were talking about this number. I heard it really true when I was in the house, and it's absolutely right."

So Fu Qingshi gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll go tomorrow."

Fu Wenyu accidentally discovered that Fu Qingshi was writing a storybook.

That day, he took the new chapter of "Legend of the Divine Eye" to shopkeeper Zhang to submit the manuscript, but he saw a familiar figure at the door of the bookshop. After the other party found him, he didn't even say hello. He was so frightened that he turned around and left, his steps still unclear. Soon, Fu Wenyu was stunned for a moment before he remembered that the other person was his second uncle Fu Qingshi.

What is he here for?

Fu Wenyu subconsciously guessed that the other party was here to find out how much his book of stories had been sold for, so he walked in with a solemn expression to ask.

But Zhang Er told him an unexpected news, "You ask the guest just now?"

"Oh, he's here to sell his storybooks."

Fu Wenyu was stunned again, "Sell, sell the script?"

Did he hear it correctly? Fu Qingshi wrote a storybook? But in his memory, this second uncle didn't have any literary talent, and he only learned calligraphy in the village school.

In modern times, Fu Qingshi is only at the third grade level of primary school. Such a person can understand the storybook, but it may be a bit difficult to write it out.

Because he was so curious, Fu Wenyu asked directly: "Then what storybook did he write? Have you accepted it? Can you show it to me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Er showed an indescribable expression, "There is no such thing as a storybook. He just wrote a few words casually. Not only are there only ten pages, but it is not neat at all, and there are many corrections."

"And what he wrote does not even have a cause and effect. It just says that a person walked on the road and found silver and made a fortune. Then the person bought land, built a house, married a wife and had a son."

"How can this be a storybook?"

Zhang Er snorted coldly, "By the way, Wen Yu, some of the words in those pages he wrote have appeared in your storybook, that is, the first and second chapters of "Legend of the Divine Eye", I can tell at a glance. Some of them are "The Story of the Green Hairpin" and "The True and False Young Master", just the first few issues."

"How can we collect such things?"

Fu Wenyu: "......!"

Is that so? No wonder the second uncle ran away in fear when he saw him from a distance just now.

Tsk tsk tsk...

He didn't know what to say. This second uncle is really a talent. Fortunately, the other party was in disguise today, and was different from what Zhang Er had seen before, otherwise he would have been embarrassed as well.

On the other hand, Fu Qingshi was still unwilling to give up after leaving Kaiyuan Bookstore, so he went to several other bookstores in the city to try his luck.

But without exception, he was rejected.

Other bookstores in Liuzhou City were not unenvious of the big money made by Kaiyuan Bookstore recently, but they did not accept everything, not to mention that Fu Qingshi could not explain what he wrote.

So in the end he could only go home frustrated.

Aunt Fu Er was very happy to see him come back, "Boss, how is it? How much silver did you sell? Do you have ten taels?" In her eyes, ten taels was already a lot of money.

But Fu Qingshi took out the ten pieces of paper from his arms and slammed them on the table.

"They won't accept it!"

Aunt Fu was surprised, "Why? You have ten sheets, more than Wen Yu!"

Fu Qingshi squatted on the ground, scratching his hair in distress, "You heard wrong, I specifically asked the clerk at Kaiyuan Bookstore, they have 'ten chapters', one chapter has more than 3,000 words, seven or eight chapters must be 40 to 50 sheets of paper, a thick stack."

Aunt Fu hesitated, "Then, then you write some more?" There are still a few sheets of paper left from the last purchase,

"No more, no more," Fu Qingshi stood up and walked into the room. Walking back and forth, "I asked three families, one said that what I wrote was not a storybook at all. One said that my handwriting was not good and did not even show it to me. As for the last family, they said that they only accepted the already written ones, but to write a storybook, you need to use hundreds of sheets of paper."

"Add the ink sticks and pens, it will cost hundreds of coins, not worth it!"

Aunt Fu was heartbroken and anxious, "Then, then, then we are losing money? You bought pens, paper, and ink that day, and spent 26 coins..."

Fu Qingshi was also distressed.

When he was studying in the village school before, he never bought pens and ink because his clan would give them out, and he did not know that pens, ink, paper and inkstone were such expensive things. And this time, in order to prevent others from knowing that he was writing a storybook and affecting his plan to make a fortune, he did not go to the villagers to borrow them, but bought them directly.

Who knows...

"Hey——"

Fu Qingshi sighed heavily, waved his hands listlessly and said: "You, you put them all away. In the future, if you see someone in the village who has passed the examination for a scholar or a student, you can take them as gifts. Or when Wenju gets married and has a grandson, you can use them for his grandson to study in the village school."

Aunt Fu Er still felt very distressed after thinking about it, so she carefully put away the papers that Fu Qingshi had just brought back and the two copies of the "Liuzhou Tabloid" she had bought before.

These are all money!

When Fu Wenyu came back from the city, he paid attention to the movements next door for a few days. Not long after, he heard from his grandfather Fu Dashi that Fu Qingshi went to the city to find a job. It seems that he wants to make more money in the two months before the New Year.

That's right!

From Zhang Er's words, it is obvious that his second uncle has no talent for writing storybooks. It was a good thing that he could think of giving up. After all, Fu Wenyu didn't want the other party to come to his house one day and ask him to teach him how to write a storybook by relying on his elder status. It would be troublesome for him to refuse or agree.

It would be best if he could give up by himself.

So Fu Wenyu stopped paying attention and turned to his own business.

He had already written the eighth chapter of the storybook "Legend of the Divine Eye". The whole system had been built, and the protagonist Li Lei had successfully won his father's favor by bringing back the half-man-high jade stone.

And this started from the day he came back...

On the day Li Lei came back, he rushed in without waiting for the servants to report because he was anxious to tell Li Jin the good news. As a result, he ran into his younger brother Li Cha who was trying to sow discord.

Speaking of Li Cha, we have to talk about Li Lei's family background.

His father, Li Jin, was relatively ordinary in the jade merchant business. Li Jin's original wife, Li Lei's biological mother, died when he was a child. Later, he married a second wife, who gave birth to a son, Li Cha.

So Li Lei and Li Cha are half-brothers.

A kind-looking but cruel stepmother and a brother who, under the guidance of the stepmother, is full of teasing and wants to take his brother's place and monopolize the family's wealth. This is also the standard configuration of a male-centered novel.

On the day Li Lei came back, before he had even washed off the dust on his body, he ran into Li Cha instigating his father to teach him a lesson, and he was furious at the time. If he was the one who was half-wasted by someone with ulterior motives, he would have rushed in to fight with the other party immediately, even if he was driven back to his hometown by his father.

However, I don’t know if it was because the opportunity given by the immortal developed his brain and made him smarter, but this time Li Lei actually endured it. Not only did he endure it, he also called the servant Jixiang and whispered a few words to him.

So after a while, under the instigation of his youngest son, he became more and more angry, and secretly decided that he must teach his eldest son a lesson when he came back, when a cry suddenly came from outside the door.

Then a figure stumbled in.

"Master, Master——"

"Jade, jade, a big piece of jade, the eldest young master brought back a big piece of jade!"

"Master, come and see——"