In the evening, Uncle Fu compiled the sales data from the first day.

His breathing was heavy, and his eyes were fixed on the numbers.

19 copies of "Poetry Appreciation" and 119 copies of "Detective Dee".

Quickly check the previous data for "A Chinese Ghost Story". If I remember correctly, it should have sold 95 copies back then, right?

Sure enough, when he looked at the data for June, Uncle Fu was stunned.

The paper being twisted is as gentle as a woman's face.

I never imagined that a small bookstore could easily break 100 yuan just by selling storybooks.

If we're talking about oddities, the most surprising one is definitely the poetry book, which only has 49 copies.

Uncle Fu specifically consulted a scholar to verify the quality of this book, and it was definitely not some old scholar who was just being difficult to understand and deliberately showing off his extensive knowledge.

This is a true guide that can help with the imperial examinations. The only regret is that it is a bit short and doesn't seem to be able to fully elaborate on the condensed knowledge points.

How could it only sell so little?

Or are you just ignorant about quality?

After a quick thought, Uncle Fu sighed. It seemed that no matter what, fame was the ultimate measure of a book's success.

"Stay-at-home"? Hearing this name, Uncle Fu almost laughed. Why not just have some of the town's teachers recommend someone?

Uncle Fu even had a wicked sense of humor: You all dislike gold buried in the ground, but I'll wait until you line up to buy the book in a few days, I can't wait.

It's a wonderful thing, but we didn't buy it right away, which is a waste.

...

The next day.

Through word of mouth among the students of the county school, many people have already learned about "Poetry Appreciation" and rushed to the bookstore to buy it.

Meanwhile, at the seminar, quite a few people had already begun subtly criticizing the stories fabricated by Detective Di Renjie, based on Xu Jiaoyu's hints...

Lu Chengfeng smiled and said, "I admit that the guy's words were well written, but you've offended the master, so don't blame me... Everyone, please start flipping through the book, looking for evidence, flipping through the book."

After finishing her morning class, Duan Zhujun already knew what had happened here, and she borrowed the detective's book to read it.

In less than half an hour, he had finished flipping through the booklet.

He breathed a sigh of relief...

"I never imagined there could be such a discerning and true minister in the world, adept at observing the unusual from events that others overlook. He truly deserves the title of 'Detective God.' A real man should be like this: either serve as an official to protect the people of his region, or be a capable clerk who can solve cases like a god!"

He was known for his strong sense of justice and his privileged family background, so he dared to meddle in things that his peers wouldn't touch...

Duan Erlang had an excellent reputation at the county school.

Soon, Lu Chengfeng organized a series of posts criticizing the detective.

[Part One: A small, foreign country, nothing of note, just an old woman putting on airs.]

Almost all the wrongful convictions and miscarriages of justice in the book were fabricated by this person.

Almost all her enemies, sons, siblings, friends, and sisters became the old woman's enemies, crying out: "You all forced me to this."

Throughout countless stories, I have never found a woman as vicious and ruthless as this person.

This book is full of conspiracies and intrigues; you might as well not read it!

The second story is about Di Renjie, a native of Bingzhou. He was so intelligent that he seemed almost supernatural, as if no one in the world could be smarter than him. He would deliberately make others guess at answers that could be answered in a single sentence, and would also consider the opinions of his followers...

The third part is too small, the scope is too narrow. The numerous cases seem to involve royal cases and are all caused by the old woman alone. Many of the tragic cases are physically uncomfortable to read.

Moreover, it can be completely avoided in advance.

It's better not to watch it.

Duan Zhujun glanced at the manuscript briefly and even felt like laughing.

"Gentlemen, I think too many of you are targeting Mr. Di, aren't you?"

It's just a storybook, is it necessary to criticize it so much?

"And I haven't seen you fixating on excerpts from Mr. Qingyun's works?"

Lu Chengfeng said coldly, "Brother Duan, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. The seminar was organized by Mr. Xu, understand?"

Meanwhile, Shi Jingxing grabbed Duan Zhujun's arm and said with a smile, "Brother Duan, come, come, let me show you something good. And Brother Lü, come here too..."

The young man smiled at the farm boy who had been silent all along.

Lu Yunchuan hesitated for a moment, then suddenly walked over.

Lu Chengfeng sneered.

In the corner, Shi Jingxing handed the poetry appreciation book to the two of them.

"See?"

The two were slightly taken aback.

But when he turned the pages of the book, his gaze was like a magnet drawn to an iron gate, stubbornly stuck to it.

Before long, their heads almost touched, like hungry people lying on bread, frantically absorbing water.

Half an hour passed, and the two maintained almost the same posture. Duan Zhu's original doubts had all dissipated.

Instead, they were stunned and blank.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Lu Yunchuan wasn't much better off; his eyes were filled with confusion, his fingers lightly stroking the cover, his gaze lingering on the author's section: Homebody?

Duan Zhujun calmly asked, "Does Brother Jingxing know where this great Confucian scholar comes from?"

Why have I never heard of this person in town?

Shi Jingxing shook his head, noticing the subtle change in the other person's address, but didn't take it to heart.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know either. Who is this person? Why was he previously unknown in the city? If it weren't for this book, none of us would know him..."

However, I have a bold prediction.

Look, the owner of Rainforest Bookstore is so interesting. He already said in advance that Mr. Liaozhai would be releasing a new storybook, which you have all seen. It's yesterday's detective, and the pen name of this book is Di Renjie.

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