After Chen Xian left, Uncle Fu held the crumpled paper in his hand and muttered to himself unconsciously.
"The roc rises with the wind in a single day..."
Although the employer did not put pressure on the study to perform assessments, they basically took a laissez-faire approach to the annual collection and auditing of accounts.
The bookstore is going downhill.
Although Uncle Fu was anxious, he had no way to change the situation.
With two large study rooms looming overhead, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the possibility of his study rooms being eliminated.
In recent years, Qingping Bookstore has been continuously investing in the acquisition of dialogue books, and Dingfeng Bookstore has also abandoned its attitude of giving up.
Uncle Fu was under a lot of pressure.
But with Brother Chen joining him, Uncle Fu suddenly felt like he could do it again.
The business performance of the study in the second half of the year will definitely crush the previous two.
Of course, this is all predicated on Brother Chen being able to maintain this level of quality in creating storybooks.
Thinking it over, he picked up his brush and wrote a letter to the second young master.
"To the young master: Our studio has signed a contract with an outstanding storyteller, Mr. Liaozhai. However, the content of his stories may not be accessible to some conservative and serious people. We kindly request that the second young master find a reliable and reputable gentleman in advance to endorse Mr. Liaozhai. The story is attached below."
The envelope was addressed to: The Second Young Master of the Su Family.
...
When the Chen family arrived at the rice shop, they were surprised to find that the price of rice and flour had been raised by one coin.
This is not good.
Chen Xian quietly gave Erzhuzi an instruction.
Chen Xian asked calmly, "Shopkeeper, can you deliver goods?"
The shopkeeper gave the man in coarse clothes a disapproving look.
"Minimum order of 50 jin (25 kg)"
Chen Xian: "Then give me fifty catties."
The shopkeeper softened his tone, "Don't try to fool this old man."
Chen Xian calmly took out one tael of silver.
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Delivery is free in town, but for the countryside, there's a 50-coin delivery fee."
Chen Xian: "Please find a few men to escort us to the city gate."
Shopkeeper: What bad luck, it just so happens that it doesn't go beyond the town.
The shopkeeper glanced at the man mingling in the crowd and whispered, "Brother, are you sure you don't want us to find someone to escort you? Fifty catties of flour is enough to make a lot of people envious."
Chen Xian: "Yes, thank you."
Not long after, Chen Xian went to the butcher shop again and bought ten catties of meat.
I bought another two pounds of white sugar.
Seeing that Erzhu had not yet returned.
I saw some chickens, ducks, and goslings being sold not far from the roadside.
Chickens cost 3 coins each, ducklings cost 5 coins each, and goslings cost 10 coins each.
Chen Xian couldn't tell the difference between male and female either.
I decided to let the old man's conscience guide him.
I bought ten chicks, ten ducks, and five goslings.
The old man patted his chest loudly.
“I live in Chating Village. At least eight out of the ten I picked out for you are female. It might be hard to tell the sex of the remaining one or two. I never lie to you.”
Finally, the old man gave the two remaining chicks to Chen Xian.
It counts as a roundabout way.
Before long, Uncle Fu arrived with a small group of more than ten men carrying swords and broadswords.
A group of burly men, with an imposing presence, quickly surrounded the grain shop.
Shopkeeper: "..."
Chen Xian cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, brother."
Uncle Fu waved his hand, "Hey, I have nothing else to do, so I might as well get these guys to practice and keep them from being lazy."
The grain store owner said in a low voice, "Brother, is it still necessary for me to deliver it?"
Chen Xian: "Why not? It's safer with more people."
Why not use something that's free?
Erzhu: My dad is too cautious.
The man who had been hiding in the crowd quietly slipped away.
The journey was uneventful.
This made it difficult for Old Man Li to discern Chen Xian's background.
Are they still buying food with bodyguards escorting them?
On the way back, he saw a few yellow insects flying around, and Chen Xian slapped them away.
As if remembering something, she whispered a few words to Uncle Fu.
Fu Bo asked in bewilderment, "Brother Chen, do you mean I should inform my master?"
Chen Xian nodded.
"A locust plague is coming, but it's only a possibility. I've heard the old folks in the village say that there's a locust plague after a drought. If you have any connections, you can inform the county magistrate in advance so we can make preparations."
Uncle Fu frowned.
We arrived at the big banyan tree at the village entrance.
It was noon, and there were hardly any people in the village.
Da Cheng's mother: "This is for selling food. You're back, Da Zhu's father?"
Sister Guihua: "Why are so many people back?"
Chen Xian said calmly, "These are all distant relatives of mine from my town."
Everyone looked puzzled. When did Dazhu's family have so many distant relatives? In the countryside, no secrets can be kept. If the neighbor is missing a chicken, the news can spread from the east end of the village to the west end.
But upon hearing the chirping sound, he clicked his tongue and said, "These are chicks bought from town?"
"People are already starving, and they have to crawl through bushes to find wild vegetables. Don't they get tired of it?"
Dog Egg Girl joined the fray, starting to count on her fingers.
"Three coins a chick..."
Lost in thought, he counted on his fingers again and again.
"Wow, Da Zhu's father must be making a lot of money, at least a hundred coins a day."
Everyone looked on with envy.
Arrive at the Chen family's house.
Chen Xian invited Uncle Fu to have a meal.
Uncle Fu told the men in the car to rest for a while and have some water, then got up and left.
"Brother Chen, try to write more articles when you have time. I'm a big fan of your books."
Chen Xian didn't insist on keeping him, "Okay."
He found a pound or two of peanuts in the kitchen and handed them over.
"It's kind of you, shopkeeper, to come all this way. Please don't refuse this small token of my appreciation."
Looking at the dilapidated courtyard and low kitchen of the Chen family, Uncle Fu was deeply moved. He was impressed that such a family could still have such a spirit of self-reliance and create art in such circumstances.
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