Chen Xian said seriously, "Didn't we agree before that Xuan Nan Academy would help me tell you about what happened on the food street, and I wouldn't take a penny? This is not a joke, I, Chen, will keep my word."

Seeing Chen Xian's firm words, Boss Zhang was momentarily at a loss, unsure of Chen Xian's meaning.

Could it be that they think it's not enough?

Unprovoked misunderstandings arose.

Li Niang chuckled: "Mr. Zhang, there's no need to overthink it. My husband always values ​​his promises, and he will never go back on his word."

"My family will always remember your kindness in helping us in our time of need."

Mr. Zhang gave an embarrassed smile, secretly cursing himself for being such a petty person who judged others by their own standards.

"Then I'll trouble Mr. Chen, no... Mr. Chen, to put in some extra effort and write more manuscripts..."

Seeing that Chen Xian insisted on not accepting money, and that the Chen family was still setting up their stall, he couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion. This man was really hardworking, having to write books and run a business at the same time. Suddenly, he had an idea: it seemed he should try his best to introduce some customers to the Chen family in the future.

Moreover, he remained calm even in a perilous situation, and showed no joy even when surrounded by flowers; he was very good at cultivating his composure.

He should not be underestimated; it's hard to imagine that this is a farmer from a humble background.

After Mr. Zhang helped the Chen family pack up their stall, Chen Xian told him that once he finished writing the manuscript, he would hand it directly to Uncle Fu at Yulin Bookstore.

Mr. Zhang was somewhat puzzled, "Could it be that Mr. Chen is also writing articles at Rainforest Bookstore?"

Chen Xian chuckled, "Well, Uncle Fu and I are old friends. If you're in a hurry, you can go to the study every five to ten days. If it's there, just take it."

It seemed as if Mr. Zhang had somehow grasped the key to the matter.

Back then, there were three people speaking up for the Chen family's stall on the notice. Of course, we don't need to mention the storyteller. In addition, there was a country hermit, an old man from the neighborhood, and the first post on the walled forum.

He later asked around and found out that it was because of Mr. Liaozhai.

Suddenly, I realized something, like an egg cracking open with a cracking sound, and many things, like something bursting out of the fog, became clear in an instant.

Given the high quality of Mr. Chen's storytelling, could it be that he is the author of *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*? A recluse from the countryside? An old man from the streets?

He trembled all over, knowing how formidable the author of Liaozhai was, so much so that the long-established Qingyun Tower in the town couldn't even lift its head.

It was almost like gambling back then, but I helped them out of their crisis, which is equivalent to doing them a favor.

Mr. Zhang's eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice trembled slightly as he cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Chen, Xuan Nan Academy is about to soar to great heights. Thank you so much."

On the way back, Chen Xian bought a lot of firecrackers. The brick and tile house was almost finished, so buying them in advance would make it much easier to find a craftsman to make the stove and wooden bed after the tiles were laid.

In the evening, the Chen family ate stewed wild rabbit for dinner.

San Niu: "The bunny is so cute, do you really want to eat it, sister-in-law?"

Cuihua poked her little nose. "It's all thanks to Auntie's hunting trap. Otherwise, how could we have eaten such a rare thing? Are you sure you don't want to eat it?"

Dazhu chuckled, "I didn't expect Aunt Li's hunting traps to be so clever."

The Chen family showered her with compliments as if they were free, making her grin from ear to ear.

Before long, the aroma of rabbit meat wafted over the roof of the Chen family's house.

Si Niu's mouth was covered in oil, San Niu looked conflicted, and Er Zhu Zi deliberately said, "It smells so good!"

San Niu took a small, tentative bite. The rabbit meat was instantly tender and juicy. After her first taste, her eyes narrowed slightly. She chewed slowly, licked her lips, and exclaimed, "I was so silly! This smells so good, and I actually told my sister-in-law I didn't want to eat it."

Noisy sounds came from the small courtyard and the Chen family's small main room.

The news spread to the ends of the earth.