Despite a minor hiccup, the Chen family's business is still doing well.

Ten pounds of pork were sold out completely.

Perhaps it was those onlookers who suddenly realized—

Either the price of braised pork at Chen's stall will increase, since Manager Ma has set a hygiene management fee of thirty coins per day for Chen's stall.

Either the Chen family couldn't afford it, given the high cost of sanitation management, and had no choice but to move elsewhere.

Business is exceptionally good today.

The old man selling sesame cakes sighed helplessly, "Brother Chen is too stubborn."

He didn't intend to offer any more advice; everyone has their own way of living.

It's not a matter of right or wrong. Right now, it seems like Chen Xian has offended Manager Ma, and the sanitation management fee is high, but he's actually happy about it.

Live life with clarity!

The surrounding vendors occasionally mocked him.

“Mr. Chen, you should have paid the sanitation management fee when Manager Ma first asked you for it, otherwise things wouldn’t have come to this point.”

Actually, they also looked relieved.

"Fortunately, we were quite obedient, and Manager Ma didn't make things difficult for us. It seems that he does have some principles."

Chen Xian looked at them calmly without saying a word.

...

The walled square at this time.

Uncle Fu uploaded Chen Xian's first draft.

Many lazy, leisurely, and wealthy young scholars tilted their heads to look at it.

"A Brief Explanation of Why 'A Chinese Ghost Story' is Popular Among Young Girls?"

Goodness.

The teenagers who had initially only glanced at the story became interested, and many of them entered the world of storybooks because of the novel "A Chinese Ghost Story".

What I initially thought was a rather childish and sentimental story turned out to be so vivid and interesting.

The author seems to be intentionally downplaying the terrifying atmosphere of traditional ghost and suspense stories. For example, in the battle at Lanruo Temple, the old woman first surrounds the house with an unimaginably large tongue, giving the reader a strong visual shock. Then Yan Chixia appears and engages in a bizarre and unreasonable fight with the old woman. This humorous effect gradually diminishes the previous sense of terror... Writers who like to write horror stories can learn from this...

"Of course, the author of *A Chinese Ghost Story* inevitably succumbed to the negative influence of its suggestive and obscene content. The author's extensive use of erotic innuendo and scene descriptions suggests a vulgar penchant for deliberately guiding readers' imaginations. In this respect, the author fell into the self-indulgent fantasies of many writers, somewhat damaging their reputation among casual readers."

The young people continued to look ahead.

Looking around, I saw that a large number of people had gathered there without my noticing.

Wow, impressive.

"I'd like to see which top-notch storyteller is behind this guy's insightful and skillful critique of 'A Chinese Ghost Story.' But when I looked at the signature, I was suddenly taken aback."

I confirmed that the four characters written in the lower right corner of the paper were "Xiangye Sanren" (乡野散人).

Many young people are imitating the expression of an elderly person frowning while looking at their phone on the subway.

"Who exactly is this hermit from the countryside? How come I've never heard of him before?"

From the meticulous details and thorough examination, it can be concluded that this person must have been immersed in the world of storytelling for at least several years; they are definitely not a newcomer.

Some people nodded.

"Could this be the pen name of the author of Liaozhai?"

"Really? Generally speaking, if a storyteller wants to become famous, they must write a large number of works under the same pen name to build a reputation. How could someone dilute the influence of their pen name?"

"Didn't you notice the last sentence? This recluse from the countryside is clearly criticizing Mr. Liaozhai. If this recluse were truly Mr. Liaozhai, why would he criticize himself? Generally speaking, every writer is very narcissistic and confident in their own work."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

"It seems that this recluse from the countryside is another writer of vernacular stories who doesn't like to be famous."

Before long, many young people started pasting red hearts under the post by the rural hermit.

Dozens of red hearts stand tall at the highest point.

The shop assistants hired by Uncle Fu quietly observed what was happening on the scene and nodded silently.

They were also proud; the shopkeeper's idea was really good.

The more enthusiastically they discuss the novel "A Chinese Ghost Story," the better it will be for Rainforest Bookstore's reputation and influence.

Many young people even took paper and pens, leaned over the wall, and began to express their opinions by writing in a flowing handwriting style, then pasted them on the wall.

Soon, those posts on the second floor were also marked with red hearts.

A young man in the crowd laughed and gave instructions to his page.

"Bring me that paper and pen too, I also want to express my own comments."

"Yes, young master."

The man was clearly a wealthy scholar, dressed as a student of the county school.

Night fell quickly.

In fact, large cities like Yingzhou Prefecture do have night markets, but in the smaller towns below, although going out at night is not prohibited, there are basically no people walking on the streets at night, as most people go home to rest early.

Tonight seems particularly different.

Young students brought over tables and paper and pens, and immediately began writing furiously on the tables before pasting their pens onto the walls.

New things greatly inspired their creative enthusiasm.

This situation changes subtly and imperceptibly.

Even some of the young students made suggestions.

"How about we form a storytelling association and jointly elect a recluse from the countryside as its president?"

The suggestion was barely made when someone else chimed in.

They agreed to meet here on the evening of the tenth of each month to chat under the lamp.

The next day arrived.

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