It was the evening of the new book's release.
Qingping Study.
Qingyunlou, Xu, and Yang quietly drank their tea.
They all remained silent, staring out the door.
Before long, Manager Han, holding the paper in his hand, said with a cheerful smile, "Great news, gentlemen."
"How much?" Xu Pingchao asked.
Even Qingyunlou stood up unconsciously.
Shopkeeper Han: "78 copies of 'The Case of Liu Gong II' were sold, and 98 copies of 'New Poetry Appreciation' were sold."
Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then bursts of enthusiastic laughter came from inside.
Only Qingyunlou stood there, stunned and speechless, and asked inexplicably, "What about next door?"
Shopkeeper Han explained, "At first, the poetry books on the other side only sold a dozen or so a day. Later, as people spread the word, the sales gradually caught up. But the 'Detective Dee' series broke a hundred on the first day, I think it was 119 copies."
"I knew it would be like this, but I still can't compare to that person."
Qingyunlou slumped down, seemingly having exhausted all his strength.
"Although I am reluctant to admit it, to be honest, it is the tragedy of all story writers to be in the same era as this person. I have almost exhausted all my energy, racked my brains, and thought of plots, but I still cannot compare with him."
If this were Yingzhou Prefecture, or even a major city, this person would likely be famous throughout several prefectures and cities.
Xu Pingchao said with a smile, "Brother Yang, on the first day, our collaborative works almost reached one hundred. If this continues for another ten days or so, the other party will be no threat. I'm sure everyone will know this and be wondering in their hearts whether that person plagiarized but didn't even dare to cite the source, hahaha..."
Yang Yuanxi patted Qingyunlou on the shoulder: "Don't be discouraged. As long as I squeeze that Mr. Jia to death, it is almost certain that the so-called Mr. Di and Mr. Jia must have a close relationship."
When Mr. Jia is in a dead end, I want to see if Mr. Di will save him.
If we help someone who plagiarized, will it tarnish their reputation?
If you don't help, you're best friends, but now your best friend is in trouble, are you going to say something to help or not?
Huang Yuning smiled and said, "Indeed a good plan."
Qingyunlou bowed his head silently, thinking how filthy the hearts of scholars were.
Xu Pingchao pondered for a moment, "Do you think it's possible that the person who writes the storybook and the person who writes the poetry analysis are the same person, just creating a mystery?"
"..."
Is that possible?
A long silence followed.
The group of people looked at him separately.
He feigned calmness and said, "I was just joking."
Yang Yuanxi gave a cold laugh: "Isn't that even better? It'll be perfect to crush this person in one fell swoop and save him from getting in the way."
...
During this time, Uncle Fu had Shuisheng occasionally bring Liu Quan some food to the prison cell.
Over time, Liu Quan became quite familiar with the young master next door, addressing him as "Young Master" repeatedly, day after day...
Every now and then, he would share some of the meat and vegetables that Shui Sheng had brought with that person.
But the young people didn't appreciate it at all.
At first, he didn't say a word or touch the food, but he did feed the rats.
As a result, many prisoners were envious and cursed the young master, saying it was too wasteful.
The fifth day.
As usual, Liu Quan handed the chicken to the young master through the fence, as was his routine.
Thinking there would be no response again, he casually put the chicken leg in the bowl. Unexpectedly, the young man moved over, stood up, and reached out to take it, remaining silent as well.
Liu Quan smiled and began to talk about the little things he did with his parents.
When he got emotional, he couldn't help but believe it himself, even though his mother had been dead for almost twenty or thirty years and his memory of her was already too blurry to be real.
I caught a glimpse of the young man who had initially appeared emaciated; his legs were curled up together, his body leaning against the wall, his head resting on his knees, and his body swaying slightly…
Liu Quan promptly shut his mouth, smiling broadly...
...
Uncle Fu quickly told Chen Xian about the storybooks from Qingyunlou and the poetry appreciations by Xu Pingchao and others.
Chen Xian: "I already know. Qingyunlou is quite surprising. This guy, when he's forced into a corner, still has such strong writing ability."
His appearance is far inferior to others.
Xu Pingchao, Yang Yuanxi, Huang Yuning, brother, do you believe me or them?
Chen Xian walked out of the small courtyard with his hands behind his back.
Look up at the sky.
My neck is a little stiff.
The window was not closed.
The green paper on the table rustled loudly in the wind.
At this moment, Chen Xian was creating in the backyard of his study.
Uncle Fu laughed heartily.
"I have faith in Brother Chen's character. But those new poems and lyrics analyses are clearly plagiarized from Brother Chen's books. They've just changed the cover and dare to shamelessly claim them as their own. I've never seen such a shameless person."
If it really is his work, especially Xu Pingchao's, why didn't he release it earlier or later, but waited until Brother Chen sold the book before pretending it was the work of a talented scholar from the previous dynasty, or a handwritten note from who-knows-where.
That's a lie.
In other words, one of them was a teacher at the county school, and the other was a teacher at the prefectural school, so no one dared to question it;
And in our small town, anyone who dares to question us must be a highly respected old scholar. Where can we find one like that?
Chen Xian gave an irrelevant answer.
"At first, I was thinking about whether I should hold back. After all, my children still need to study for the imperial examinations. If I really crushed them, wouldn't that just create two or three more enemies for no reason?"
Uncle Fu shook his head and said, "Brother, they've already joined the sect and are ready to take off your pants. Is there any need to hold back?"
Chen Xian smiled and said, "I'm a timid and honest person. Either I don't offend anyone and just admit my mistakes, or... hehe..."
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