The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Chen Xian borrowed an oxcart from Uncle Chen's family and started heading towards the town.

Dazhu and Erzhu went to school to learn to read and write, while Liniang was doing housework. After school, she had to stay home to cook lunch for the workers.

San Niu and Si Niu are at school.

The uncle supervised the workers' progress.

Li Niang, Shuang Shuang, Chen Xian, and several others went to set up a stall.

Chen Xian went to see Uncle Fu first.

Uncle Fu asked in surprise, "Brother Chen, what brings you here?"

Chen Xian: "I wonder if Uncle Fu has started to take action on the walled forum?"

"We started taking action a few days ago, and the response has been quite good. Many young readers have begun writing short articles about human nature, but the content of these articles..."

He paused for a long time.

His laughter was strange and forced.

"Some imaginative teenagers write articles that are quite explicit."

Chen Xian was taken aback.

"Then I'll trouble Uncle Fu to arrange for someone to monitor and manage it in real time. Our initial walled forum must ensure that the content is healthy and positive. We can't just chase trending topics without any limits, otherwise our forum may very well collapse halfway through its journey."

Uncle Fu nodded.

Then he looked at the paper Chen Xian was holding in his hand, his expression excited.

"Could this be the story of the scholar who received the heart transplant afterward?"

When they took it, they were somewhat surprised. They looked at the papers and saw the title: "A Brief Explanation of Why 'A Chinese Ghost Story' is Popular Among Young People."

I only glanced at it briefly; I didn't look at the content in detail.

He was genuinely both amused and exasperated by the pen names that followed.

"Why didn't you use your real name, but instead chose a new pen name?"

"Well, this review is quite objective, though it's filled with praise for the length of A Chinese Ghost Story. If I were to write it under my real name, Liaozhai, it would inevitably sound a bit self-aggrandizing... It's like a peddler praising his own wares, which is off-putting."

"Ah, I see. You've thought this through very well, brother."

He glanced at it at first, but he quickly became engrossed in it.

[Text: I think the reason why the A Chinese Ghost Story series is so popular is because of the rich and complex characters in it.]

First of all, Ning Caichen can no longer be simply described as a gentleman; he is full of contradictions, including the individual and society, humans and ghosts, love and death, and the contradiction between cowardice and courage in his character, which has a significant impact on the development of the plot...

Uncle Fu looked up with a complex and emotional expression: "Indeed, the one who understands their own work best is the author."

I thought this post would be widely circulated if it were published on a walled forum...

Moreover, this is an extremely successful, standard summary of the author's experience in writing vernacular stories.

It's highly professional and may not spread widely among teenagers, but it's likely to be widely circulated among storytellers.

Chen Xian had already quietly left.

Looking at that figure, Fu Boran smiled and said, "There are Mr. Liaozhai, Qingping Study, and Dingfeng Study, but they are nothing special."

The Chen family still set up their stall in the same spot.

When the old man selling sesame cakes saw the Chen family coming over, he greeted them with a look of surprise.

"Brother Chen, you've all arrived."

Chen Xian chuckled: "Mm."

Then the old man making sesame cakes looked at the Chen family and whispered, "Tell me, brother, did Brother Chen sell the recipe for that meat dish to Baiweilou?"

Chen Xian bent down to tidy up the stool.

The old man selling sesame seed cakes looked like he knew everything.

"Haha, Brother Chen is indeed very insightful. He has a pretty good reputation as the owner of Baiweilou in Daxing Town, and he often hangs out with beggars and homeless people. Selling the house to him is much better than selling it to Taoranju."

So he looked around with some concern.

"It's said that Taoranju was criticized by many diners for setting the prices of its meat dishes too high, and they're now too busy taking care of themselves to bother you. They're probably overwhelmed with their own problems."

But Brother Chen, you seem to have forgotten something. You really... humiliated Steward Ma back then. Sigh, why don't you go to his residence to apologize in person first? Or perhaps you shouldn't set up your stall here now, but go somewhere else and come back when he's forgotten about it.”

Chen Xian nodded calmly: "Okay, I understand, thank you, brother."

Seeing that Chen Xian didn't seem worried at all, the old man stamped his foot and said helplessly, "Brother, I'm really thinking of you from the bottom of my heart."

Liniang, who was tidying up the pots and pans, heard this and asked with concern:

"My lord, shall we move to another place? That clerk is disgusting."

Chen Xian: "It's okay. If he comes to collect the sanitation management fee, I'll give it to him."

"ah?"

Su Shuangshuang's little face was puffed up with anger, like a frog's belly, round and chubby.

"Why should they? It's not like we didn't clean up after setting up our stall. They're deliberately making things difficult for us. I'm going to the county government to report them."

Chen Xian glanced at the little girl, pulled the two of them aside and whispered, "Going to the county government to sue him requires evidence. Based on our family's testimony, Magistrate Su may be biased towards our family, but this time it's impossible for him to suffer any serious damage."

"Um?"

Shuangshuang asked in confusion, "Does my husband mean he should leave the cleaning department?"

Chen Xian shook his head.

“Many things are not as simple as we think. Our family’s testimony is very likely... not enough to bring him down.”

"Li Niang, Shuang Shuang, I'd like to invite you to see a play!"

Chen Xian suddenly looked angry and smashed the bowls and chopsticks on the table to pieces.

“Foolish! Women are all short-sighted and foolish! You two have disappointed me greatly.”

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