Cool.
...
Not long after.
Uncle Fu came back from outside with a wide grin on his face, which he didn't even notice, as he almost jogged over.
The surrounding waiters asked curiously, "Boss, what's the good news? Why are you so happy?"
"Nothing? Where's the second manager?"
"I don't know, it was just here a moment ago."
Uncle Fu returned to the cloth shop, where he had just met some familiar scholars. They all said that if he could maintain such a refined and straightforward approach to appreciating the next few dozen poems, he would be able to succeed.
They can be compiled and published directly.
Uncle Fu then asked, "Is it comparable to the initial interpretation of poetry?"
The old scholar smiled and said, "One is a complaining woman who never stops grumbling, and the other is a lovely young girl. Which one do you think is more likable?"
Uncle Fu noticed that the side room was empty; where had he gone?
Seeing the paper on the table, I became curious and reached out to pick it up.
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A vast desert.
A young, noble-looking man wearing a foreign hat was frantically fleeing through the desert.
Suddenly, an iron spear pierced through his chest...
Behind them stood a man riding a tall horse, wearing a mask resembling bull horns, and wielding an iron spear.
Hexi Road, post station.
A soldier jumped off his horse and shouted frantically, "Something terrible has happened! Send it to Chang'an by express courier, at least 600 li away!"
Chang'an.
An old woman sat upright on the dragon throne.
Calm and composed.
A servant announced loudly, "Your Majesty, the Turkic delegation has arrived through the Vermilion Bird Gate."
Uncle Fu looked through the pages one by one.
It seems that the Turks were a foreign state, and so was the Great Zhou.
Otherwise, a woman wouldn't have become emperor.
Uncle Fu read very quickly, and finished reading all the pages in no time.
Sometimes he frowned in thought, sometimes he was furious, sometimes he was bewildered...
Scroll down: "Hmm?"
That's all.
Suddenly, a loud, booming voice rang out from the cloth shop's room: "Good! Good!"
The cloth shop assistant looked puzzled: "What's going on?"
...
Study.
"I need to print it overnight."
The workers looked exhausted; after a long day's work, they really didn't have the energy to keep going...
Uncle Fu smiled and said, "Write it down. September 20th, all employees, overtime pay is fifty coins per night."
The shopkeeper said, "What's so tiring about it? We can overcome it. For the long-term operation of the study, we'll crush those little brats. What Qingyun Tower, what county academy, what great scholars? We don't participate in the imperial examinations, and our children don't have the aptitude for it. What does it have to do with me?"
No matter how awesome you are, I'm just a guy, you can't affect me. I'll curse them to death.
All we know is that Mr. Liaozhai is the real money-maker of the study. Ever since he came to write books here, we've been earning several hundred more coins a month, and we can afford to eat meat and drink alcohol every day...
"Kill them all! Mr. Liaozhai is awesome!"
Uncle Fu laughed heartily: "Very good, very spirited, let's get to it!"
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