Chen Xian had been preparing since early morning, thinking about whether to arrange new dishes according to the diners' requests.
Watching the chickens running around in the yard, pecking at the grass here and there with their beaks from time to time.
I've made up my mind.
After thinking all this through, I started preparing to write the article. Uncle Fu hadn't come to urge me to finish for a long time, and I was a little unaccustomed to it.
He began to calculate the remaining money in the house.
The construction of the house, pig farm, and chicken farm cost about seventy or eighty taels of silver, and the tuition fee for Mr. Zhou also cost about one hundred taels of silver. In addition, there was the money earned from selling food in the village and town recently. All things considered, there were two or three hundred taels left, which was enough for him to start planning the details of building the pig farm and chicken farm.
While there was still time, I reviewed how I handled the food street incident and the favors I owed to Uncle Fu, my waiter Shuisheng, and the restaurant staff who helped me escort the white powder. In particular, the young man named Shuisheng had been a great help to me.
Chen Xian and his two wives rode on an oxcart, carrying more than ten kilograms of pork, and headed towards the town.
When they arrived at the wine shop, they bought fifty catties of top-quality bamboo leaf green wine, exquisite hazelnut shortbread and peach blossom shortbread from Yifangzhai, more than a dozen portions of peanut and taffy candy, and more than a dozen sets of coarse cloth clothes, including a silk shirt. In total, they spent more than a dozen taels of silver.
Li Niang silently considered Chen Xian's plan.
The oxcart swayed and rattled as it arrived at the Rainforest Bookstore.
...
Early in the morning, Shuisheng got up early and busied himself wiping the floor and tables in the shop, and arranging the stools neatly.
The man working with him joked, "Shuisheng, hey, you're back from your hometown? You must have been busy with business with Manager Fu a lot lately, I've seen you running around the square quite often."
The young man lowered his head and smiled.
It was no secret that Uncle Fu was posting notices on the street; the men working in the shops gradually learned about it.
The man said helplessly, "Now I understand. I used to say that the author of that 'Proclamation Against the Traitors' was deliberately mysterious. Now I know why I was penalized. It turns out that Manager Fu was the real author."
Anyway, Ma Jinping has already been arrested and thrown into jail. This guy has offended a lot of people, so the news can't be covered up. The county government doesn't intend to do anything about it. Someone spread the word that the thugs in the jail rioted and that the guy was accidentally punctured in the throat. He's a real unlucky guy and is completely dead now.
Fortunately, the sun had just risen, and there were no adults in the study, so the conversation among the people was rather unrestrained.
A man familiar with aquatic life, while busily printing the text, complained, "Poor aquatic kids, risking so much danger to help spread the news among the crowd."
If that bastard Ma Jinping's men find out, I might get beaten to death!
But... I didn't even hear a thank you from them..."
Shui Sheng said helplessly, "Don't talk nonsense. You don't understand Boss Chen at all. He is the god of wealth for our study. He is the key to whether we can still eat or find work here."
Some people laughed and joked, and Shui Sheng chuckled as well, clearly not taking their words to heart.
Don't they know that Mr. Chen is the author of Liaozhai? He's a big fan of Liaozhai's books.
Immersed in bizarre, outlandish, and absurd stories every day, I feel quite content.
One of the men muttered under his breath, "I remember we even helped that guy escort heroin back then..."
The study was bustling with activity. This sentence was like a drop of water falling to the ground, quickly evaporating into the air without a trace.
Soon, Shui and Sui arrived at the study, humming a little tune, and started working on time.
Their work was rather simple; they only needed to sit quietly in their study and write articles each day.
After greeting my partner, I started creating obediently.
Shuiyunjian: "Brother Sui, did you see the post I made on the walled forum in support of the Chen family's stall?"
Scattered in the wind chuckled, "Mhm. I also posted one, but it didn't get much attention and was quickly buried..."
The two sighed inexplicably, "That country bumpkin is destined to be a historical figure on the walled forum. His very first post has already garnered such attention!"
"In addition, there are also elderly people in the neighborhood who have made a name for themselves, which is enviable."
People like them who make a living by writing books only want to become famous and make money.
After wailing for a while, I went back to writing.
...
Chen Xian, carrying the gift, smiled gently and asked, "Is Uncle Fu here?"
He wore brand-new coarse cloth clothes, his expression was calm and amiable.
Shui Sheng was somewhat excited. He already knew that the Liaozhai writer was Chen Jiahanzi. His voice trembled as he said, "Mr. Chen, please wait a moment, I'll go and call the shopkeeper."
He ran out like the wind.
The men watching also stopped what they were doing, and for a moment they were curious about Shui Sheng's reaction.
"Who is this? Why are they so agitated? They seem to be surnamed Chen?"
Some people mustered up their courage and began to speculate: "Surname Chen, could it be the owner of the Chen family?"
Not long after, Uncle Fu and Shui Sheng jogged over.
Uncle Fu looked pleasantly surprised.
"Brother Chen, it's been a long time."
Chen Xian chuckled and shook hands with Uncle Fu.
Uncle Fu was taken aback by this novel way of greeting.
I found it interesting.
"That's a really interesting greeting."
Chen Xian unloaded the things from the carriage.
He then said to a young man next to him, "I really have to thank you for what happened at the last food festival, Shuisheng. If it weren't for your help in the crowd, my family's situation would definitely have taken another turn for the worse!"
Shui Sheng shook his head and said seriously, "I'm very happy to be able to help you, Uncle. Hehe, if you really feel bad about it, then write a little more of that Lu Pan book you just started writing. I'm not pretending anymore, I love reading it!"
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