Liu Quan currently works at the docks and occasionally visits Chen Xian.
I was curious because I often saw him hunched over the table writing something.
They even felt a pang of envy. They were all farmers, so it was no wonder that Boss Chen was different from the others; he could even read.
That's really impressive.
Uncle Fu would occasionally talk to Chen Xian about the recent storybooks. Seeing Liu Quan standing to the side, he would quickly come over to pour water when he saw Chen Xian approaching.
Uncle Fu asked curiously, "Where are the servants?"
Chen Xian shook his head: "No, I guess you could say I work at my family's pig farm."
"One of our own."
Uncle Fu chuckled to himself, “Brother, look, while we’re beating Qingyun Tower so badly they don’t even dare to show their faces, can you seize the opportunity to pile up more manuscripts and crush them?”
So that they won't be making a racket next to us.
"I'm writing, I'm writing, brother. The donkey in the production team needs to rest for a while too."
Although Uncle Fu didn't know what the rest meant, he could guess it and said with a grin, "Okay."
Then, sitting quietly, he asked in confusion, "Let me tell you, Xu Pingchao's reaction is too unpredictable. Your book, 'Poetry Appreciation,' is selling like hotcakes, and its reputation is rising steadily recently."
Not only young people preparing for the imperial examinations, but even literate people who liked poetry joined in the fun and bought a copy.
They've been asking me everywhere for Mr. Jia's address, wanting to pay you a visit.
After hesitating for a moment, he calmly said, "A barking dog doesn't bite. No, I need to find out what Xu Pingchao is doing. That old bastard has suffered such a big setback..."
He then chuckled awkwardly, "Brother, recently Xu Pingchao, along with some students, has written quite a few articles criticizing the detective, which are posted on the wall over there in the small square. The storytelling seminars they've organized are really quite lively..."
However, don't worry, I've already found people to argue with about the flaws in Qingyunlou's works, and I'm also looking for people to comment on Xu Pingchao's "An Introduction to Poetry and Lyrics."
Chen Xian shook his head and said, "Judge Di's Stories is just a storybook. Why bother getting into it and making yourself miserable? It's not real history. Those bored people would be better off reading some books or doing some writing. They're really being incredibly pointless."
The more fiercely they argue and the harsher their insults, the more successful I am. No matter how terrible my work is, as long as someone criticizes it, it's a good thing.
"We make a living this way. If nobody criticizes us, it's like a stray dog on the street—people don't even notice us, they just ignore us, which is actually a bad thing."
Uncle Fu breathed a sigh of relief. He had seen too many talented people get criticized by readers, which made it difficult for them to accept and affected the quality of their writing.
They might even cut it off or stop updating altogether.
This is definitely not the mindset of an ordinary person.
He even felt that even if Chen Xian wrote a mediocre work in the future, he would still insist on giving the story a complete one.
This person is incredibly resilient, unlike the most fragile writers.
Chen Xian shook his head and said, "Actually, it's impossible to say that these kinds of criticisms and discussions have no impact."
It's simply a matter of habit and unfamiliarity.
I think the only effective method is to not even look at it, just write it down without looking at it.
As long as I don't look at it, there will never be any negative comments.
When I'm creating something, it's like a gushing stream of urine—incredibly smooth.
Uncle Fu looked at him as if he were some strange new creature.
That's the right approach; he's seen far too many people.
When writing a work, I often listen to the opinions of my readers, and in the end, I don't know how to handle the plot anymore.
People like Chen Xian, who transform into a heartless writer and act as if copying a book without any emotion, are truly... rare.
No wonder they achieved such good results.
Liu Quan stood to the side and understood what was going on. This was a script that the boss had recently written, and it was quite popular.
It seems to be something like Detective Dee or poetry appreciation?
Chen Xian suddenly asked, "Liu Quan, have you been talking to your family about your situation lately?"
Liu Quan shook his head and said, "Don't worry, boss. I didn't say I was going to jail. I told my wife that we'll find some work for now and then go work for Boss Chen in a while."
"Well, don't tell them. I'm going to arrange a fight soon, and you'll get arrested. See if you can get close to Gu Er then. Follow my instructions and befriend him..."
"yes……"
Liu Quan then learned that Chen Xian was not only raising pigs in the village, but also writing storybooks in his spare time, and they were selling quite well.
His energy is simply unbelievable.
"Understood, boss."
As expected of the person I chose, impressive.
Today he specially asked the foreman for a day off and took his wife and children for a stroll in the city.
It must be said that if a person has something to strive for, even heavy labor cannot break them down.
Humming a little tune.
The woman said irritably, "Taking a day off for nothing means losing dozens of coins. You're just idling around anyway. I think you're just too lazy."
Liu Quan retorted, "What do you know? We finally moved to the city. If we don't take advantage of the good weather and try out all the good food, drinks, and fun things, then what's the point of moving here?"
The smaller one was a boy, holding a candied hawthorn in his hand, biting into one, and enjoying it with relish.
The older one was a girl, and she was also holding dried fruit.
The woman was holding a large bag of dried mutton.
Before long, we arrived near several bookstores.
Liu Quan smiled and bent over slightly, asking, "Fugui, do you want to read and learn to read? Dad will buy you some."
The child shook his head and said, "Why do we need to recognize characters to read books?"
Liu Quan: "I want to be a useful person in the future, so I won't end up like my father, who couldn't save much money even after a year of farming."
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