Chapter 69 Jinjiang First Release Chapter 69 This is a belated wedding night...
The feeling wasn't that obvious before, but with this kiss, Yu Qinglong could smell cinnamon, red dates, wolfberries, and astragalus?!
Since the cinnamon flavor was so distinct that it easily masked the other flavors, he wasn't quite sure. But it was clear that Fang Shu had taken some tonic medicine.
Why are they eating all this all of a sudden? They're not weak at all, but rather they're just too hot-tempered.
Fang Shu said he didn't know, so it was obvious that he ate it accidentally.
Is it the father-in-law or the mother-in-law?
But don't do the wrong thing with good intentions.
Yu Qinglong quickly pushed Fang Shu away. "Defend the city, defend the city? Husband! Don't be so anxious. What on earth did you eat just now?"
Fang Shu said: "Same as you."
Yu Qinglong thought to himself that this was definitely different. He stopped Fang Shu from kissing and nudging him while asking, "You drank the chicken soup noodles too, didn't you? Did you smell the herbs when you drank it?"
Fang Shu also vaguely sensed something was amiss, but he suppressed his desire. "Yes, Mom told me she wanted to add some cinnamon powder to enhance the flavor, but ended up adding too much. The bowl didn't taste good, so she let me eat it so you wouldn't have to fight with me over it."
So, he was drinking normal chicken noodle soup, while Fang Shu was eating something with added ingredients?
Yu Qinglong was just distracted for a moment when he felt Fang Shu kissing him again, but this time the kiss was not on his mouth, but on his neck.
Fang Shu sniffed and rubbed against him like an impatient dog. Yu Qinglong had been somewhat distracted while writing his storybook that night, and now being tortured like this made him furious.
I just really want it.
But I am determined to go to the provincial capital next year and there is no way I can change my mind.
He grabbed Fang Shu's back so hard that it hurt, and raised his head: "Long Ge'er?"
"But remember what I said a few days ago in the woodshed: let's try something different?"
"I remember, I remember." Fang Shu recalled that time and looked forward to it every day. But nothing changed until recently, when he imitated the instructions in the storybook he had read before and used his mouth to warm his little Long Ge'er, and received the same reward. He thought that was "another trick."
"You will do as I say in a moment."
"But I only want you now." Fang Shu felt very hot. "Let's consummate our marriage tonight, okay?"
"Okay, but you have to do what I say."
Fang Shu felt that as long as Yu Qinglong agreed to consummate the marriage, he would be willing to listen to anything he said.
Yu Qinglong signaled Fang Shu to fetch the two small porcelain jars that his master had taken. Fang Shu listened and quickly opened the cabinet.
They keep these things nearby so they are easily accessible.
After a while, there was a rustling sound in the room, accompanied by a muffled groan...
The next day, Fang Shu finally woke up first.
To be more precise, he was so excited that he barely slept the entire night. Although his body was exhausted, his mind was incredibly excited.
Many images flashed by from time to time, all of them were of his husband with different expressions. Joyful, begging, excited...
Perhaps he went to bed at midnight, but woke up again midsleep, his body and mind throbbing with excitement, as if telling him to wake up quickly and continue watching his treasure, and not to sleep any more.
He saw Yu Qinglong sleeping quietly beside him, with his eyes closed, looking much less fierce.
Only at this time would his husband's face look particularly calm and peaceful.
He couldn't help but feel fondness for her, and he pulled her into his arms and kissed her again and again.
At any other time, the person in his arms would have woken up if he did this. But at this moment, he seemed too tired, too exhausted to even wake up. He could only hear something mumble in his throat before he fell back into a deep sleep.
Fang Shu pulled the quilt down slightly and looked at the flower mark on Yu Qinglong's shoulder.
This is a plum blossom. Its color is not dark when you see it normally, but every time it enjoys with him, its color will become extraordinarily bright, like a flame ignited out of thin air on the top of a snowy mountain.
It's really hard to put it down.
Fang Shu rubbed him gently, and when he saw that Yu Qinglong seemed a little cold, he quickly pulled up the quilt, tiptoed down, and went to find two sets of clean underwear.
However, after putting on the clothes, I was reluctant to go out, so I lay down beside and watched quietly. After watching for a while, I fell asleep again.
Neither of them woke up until breakfast.
The eldest sister-in-law said, "Auntie, Shoucheng and Long'er haven't woken up yet. Do you want to go and call them?"
Fang Wu said, "No need. They study at night and are busy during the day. They must be tired. Let them sleep a little longer."
The eldest sister-in-law didn't want to yell either. She was like this at her father-in-law's house, too tired to wake up in the morning, and he wouldn't say anything. Other families always said they couldn't have a lazy daughter-in-law and a lazy husband, but her father-in-law's family never said that.
The father-in-law and his wife both thought that no matter who their children were, they were all children and should be loved. They didn't expect the Fang family to be like this too.
Fang Dingman had already heard what happened from his wife at night, so he didn't ask any more questions.
This time the couple really slept until noon.
Yu Qinglong opened his eyes and saw Fang Shu sleeping, but it was already bright outside. He was a little confused.
He recalled what he had done that night, quickly lifted the quilt to take a look, and then moved his body to feel it. Fortunately, it was just a little sore in the waist, a slight burning sensation when moving the legs, and a pain in the base of the legs from being rubbed, but otherwise it was bearable.
I don’t know if the method he mentioned last night will work.
In fact, he was more worried about whether Fang Shu had done what he said. He felt that he should have done it, but such things could not be seen clearly and could not be confirmed.
Fang Shu opened his eyes as he was lost in thought. He saw Yu Qinglong lying on his side, looking at his face, so he smiled and smoothed his husband's hair, "Good morning, darling."
A warm feeling suddenly crossed Yu Qinglong's heart: "Good morning. When did you help me put on my clothes?"
"This morning," Fang Shu said, "I put it on as soon as I woke up. I know you like to be clean, but after wiping it last night, I relaxed and fell asleep." In fact, he didn't let her put it on because he didn't see enough, and then he kept looking at her until he fell asleep. But he didn't dare say it.
"Then why didn't you call me after you woke up?"
"I want you to sleep a little longer. Is there anything ailing you?"
"pain."
"Ah?" Fang Shu suddenly became nervous. "Where does it hurt? Is it..." He whispered in Yu Qinglong's ear, "Does it hurt down there?"
"Yeah." Yu Qinglong couldn't help but feel happy when he saw him getting nervous. It was a bit nasty. But it was this subtle sense of satisfaction that was addictive. "Don't do that again."
"But, but..." Fang Xiucai, who had just tasted the sweetness of it, was heartbroken. "I tried my best to do as you said."
"real?"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
"Is there really nothing left in there?"
"this……"
Fang Shu wasn't sure. He thought so. But could he really remember every sensation in his body so clearly when he was so passionate? He couldn't say for sure.
Yu Qinglong knew from his reaction that this was a dicey situation, but he had done his best. If she still got pregnant, that was fate, and there was no point dwelling on it.
The couple lay down for a while. Yu Qinglong told Fang Shu that if his mother cooked any "delicious food" for him in the future, he must find a way to refuse or bring it to him so that he could smell what it was before eating. Otherwise, he would easily lose control like he did last night.
Fang Shu said, "Okay, I'll remember that. But why did Mom suddenly give me this to eat?"
It didn't feel like she had sprinkled too much cinnamon powder on it before asking him to drink it. His mother loved him just as he loved Long Ge'er. She would always think of him first when she had something good, and would usually eat the bad food herself first. Why would she leave it for him?
So I made it specially for him to eat.
"I can't figure it out either." Yu Qinglong said, "You've been much stronger recently than before." He carries water, harvests the land, and delivers things on the road. Even if his body is not as strong as that of a man who does farm work every day, it is not much different.
"Could it be that mother is really anxious to have a grandson?"
"I don't think so," Yu Qinglong said. "If they were so anxious to have a grandson, they should have found a way to get us both some nourishing food." And although Fang Wu spoke of her eagerness, she never put pressure on him. It was more like she hoped he'd have one sooner, but she wouldn't force it if he didn't.
"Anyway, it's definitely better to be more careful in the future," Fang Shu said, "but I'm sorry for making you tired last night."
"That's why I won't give it to you anymore."
"Then give it to me, please?" Fang Shu gently poked Yu Qinglong's palm with an expression that said, "Husband, let me talk to you about this again," as if he was going to sit down and cry if he didn't give it to him.
"Idiot." Yu Qinglong said, "I'm joking. Can't you see that I'm also very..."
"Um?"
"Figure it out yourself."
Yu Qinglong's scalp tingled at the sight of the sky outside. He had never slept so late since his wedding. He really hoped his father and the others had already arrived, as that would be truly humiliating.
He quickly put on his clothes, looked in the mirror, made sure there were no shameful marks on his neck or face, and then went out.
Fang Wu: “…” That doesn’t make sense!
The herbs she used were all very nourishing. They were all the ones her mother-in-law had used when she was the head of the household. They were the recipes her mother-in-law had specifically asked for when she was still alive, and she knew they worked.
She didn't want her son to be better than her husband, but the difference couldn't be too big, otherwise there would be less fun in bed.
"Long'er, is Shu'er still sleeping?"
"No, mother, he is awake and reading in the study."
"Reading?" Fang Wu asked, "Does he get up early every day to read?"
"Um."
It has to be true. Yu Qinglong suddenly had an idea and knew what the medicine was.
It must be that Fang Wu felt that Fang Shu was not in good health because he came out first every day.
Fang Wu thought about going inside to see if her son was really reading or just pretending to read. So she made an excuse to go to Fang Shu and went to his study. When she saw him, he was really reading.
Fang Shu was satisfied and in a good mood. He sat upright in his chair and said, "Good morning, mother."
Seeing his cock-like arrogance, Fang Wu understood what was going on and said, "What's so early? Go eat. Do you want Long Ge'er to bring it in for you?"
Fang Shu thought that wasn't the case. He had just folded the quilt and swept the kang, and was wondering whether to go out when he heard his mother's footsteps. So he hurried to the study room - this was the instant response ability he had developed from being punished by his mother for secretly playing with stones and wood instead of studying.
He closed the book and acted as if it was a serious matter: "Son, I'll be out now."
Fang Wu took a look at the study.
In the past, her son studied here alone. A place this big would be a mess, like a pigsty, with things everywhere and it would be hard to find a place to stand. But now it is perfectly organized, everything is exactly where it should be, without a single mess.
She hadn't been here for a long time. It was so clean, obviously her son-in-law had cleaned it up.
Looking back at my son, who had just run out, his legs were moving swiftly, without a trace of hesitation. On the other hand, my husband, whom I had seen earlier, seemed to walk differently. Although I could tell he was trying his best to maintain his usual demeanor, a closer look revealed something different.
She must have guessed wrong before. The young couple, the husband is still the husband, the husband is still the husband. It's just that the husband wasn't very useful before, so she never saw her son come out first in the morning.
Now, if I take some medicine to replenish my body, won’t it be fine? Although I came out late, I can see that I am full of energy and vitality.
On the contrary, her son-in-law looked a little tired. She wondered if she should get him some tonic tonight. But this child knew medicine well, and he would probably know it by smell, so it would be difficult to get it.
Fang Wu thought about it and felt that this would not work, so she went out and closed the door.
She saw the two children eating at the small table in the kitchen. She said, "I'll pick up a piece of meat for you with my chopsticks, and you'll feed me a piece of steamed bun," and she didn't ask any more questions.
The little couple are very sticky, and that's right.
Fang Wu was in a good mood and returned to the main room to continue working. At this time, Zhou Yuehua and Li Zheng also came over with Yan Pan.
Yu Qinglong didn't want anyone to see that he was "unwell" today, so he made the excuse that he had to watch Fang Shu study and took his bag to the study.
Fang Shu was helping him polish the part he hadn't polished last night. Even though there was no one around, he still felt a little guilty and asked in a low voice, "Brother Long, do I really need to polish this part according to what you wrote?"
Yu Qinglong said, "Of course not. This is for you to read, so you can edit it as you see fit. Brother Xikuan and the others all know that this is the storybook I wrote, and it would be very embarrassing if they saw these overly explicit things. So, husband, please do as you see fit."
Fang Shu hooked Yu Qinglong's nose with the brush hook: "I felt bad that I hurt you last night, but it turns out you have been thinking about it for a long time..."
Yu Qinglong said, "I did think about it, but it wasn't what I thought about last night." He paused and said, "It's not like last night, it's just that, well, I originally wanted to let you practice first, so that you can get used to it before doing it like that."
It sounded a bit confusing, but Fang Shu understood. He asked, "Does that really reduce the chance of pregnancy?"
Yu Qinglong said, "Of course. How can the germination of one seed be the same as that of ten thousand seeds? It's definitely different."
Fang Shu thought it made sense, but he still wanted to argue: "But I think even if I only have one seed, it is a very healthy seed and will sprout..."
Without thinking, Yu Qinglong threw a small wooden ball that was used as a decoration on the table over there. "I said it will be published in three months! It will be published in three months!"
Fang Shu caught it successfully and couldn't help laughing.
The couple continued to work while arguing. Yu Qinglong sat on a cushion, and when he felt uncomfortable, he changed his sitting position, and finally just half-lying down.
The people in the main hall were very helpful today and barely called him. He left Fang Shu's bag there completely, so everyone could do it while they watched. Only when they were working on the strap did they come looking for him again, but they didn't call him over; Fang Wu just came over to ask how it was done.
By the morning of the eighth day, all ten packages were completed.
Yu Qinglong gave the finished products one last quality check, confirming they were in good condition, before putting them away. On the ninth day, he returned to the county town, carrying his manuscript and his bag. But he brought more than just the bag and the storybook; he also brought a new pen holder and a wooden bookmark made from scraps, themed after the Double Ninth Festival.
There are carvings of chrysanthemums, osmanthus, crabs, and dogwood.
Not many, just ten in total, intended to be given as gifts along with the school bags.
This bookmark was not made by him, but by a co-worker of his second brother.
The man was also looking to earn some money to support his family, so his second brother asked if he could make something. Yu Qinglong told his brother about the bookmarks, and he actually made them. Yu Qinglong charged him three cents for each. He worked on it in his spare time, carving one and a half pieces without any problem. Because he used scraps from larger pieces, the cost was minimal, so he was trading his skills for money.
The pattern isn't complicated, but if something is small and round, it looks exquisite, and that's enough.
So early in the morning, the young master of Dexin Bookstore first read the third volume "Picking the Moon".
He sighed, "Why is it so difficult for lovers to be together?"
In this third volume, Gu Huai'en can no longer control his feelings for his benefactor and junior apprentice. While pretending to be oblivious and being kind to his junior apprentice, he secretly worries about what to say if his family finds out he's fallen for a man.
Someone else who liked this book was sitting in a corner of the library, looking at it with such concern for Gu Xiucai that they asked the shopkeeper, "When do you think Gu Xiucai will realize that the person he loves is actually a boy?"
The shopkeeper didn't pay much attention to these things! He was only responsible for helping with sales, rentals, and registration. He frowned and said, "I'm afraid only the future layperson knows this."
The man then asked, "When will the next volume be available?"
The shopkeeper said, "I'm not sure yet. But usually it takes at least half a month."
When they heard "half a month", someone on the other side said, "They've waited so long that the flowers are almost withered."
But then a young man asked, "Boss, can you sell this book?"
The young man, dressed in silk and wearing a gold locket, looked like he came from a wealthy family. The shopkeeper recognized him and said with a smile, "We're selling it, but we don't have it in stock right now. If you'd like it, Young Master Qin, you can pre-order it. We'll have a printed batch coming out by the end of this month."
The boy said, "Okay, how much is it?"
The shopkeeper said, "One copy costs six hundred wen. Two copies cost one liang and one qian, and three copies cost one liang and five qian. The deposit is two hundred wen per copy, and three copies cost five hundred wen."
The young man readily called Xiao Si to pay and said, "When you get out, send them to my house together."
The shopkeeper took the money, registered it, and handed the receipt to the servant.
Yu Qinglong saw it, but did not mention the price increase.
This time, the young master, Lu Dexin, promised him another two and a half taels of silver as a royalty. Yu Qinglong, however, didn't ask for the money and leave immediately. He was still waiting for the young man who had placed the order. The shopkeeper had already sent someone to invite him.
During this time, Yu Qinglong and Fang Shu drank tea and ate snacks while the young master inspected the other bags and accepted them.
Yu Qinglong sold a bag for 500 wen, but the young master felt that this thing should not only be judged by the materials used, but also by the idea. When something that no one has ever seen is made and is very practical, this idea is the most valuable.
But if he could only buy them for 500 wen and then sell them for a higher price, he felt that the profit would not be much higher, so he discussed with Yu Qinglong: "Brother Xiao Yu, I will keep all these bags and sell them in my bookstore. Can you sell them to me at a lower price?"
Yu Qinglong said, "I'm a small business owner, and you're a big one. How can I explain why you're trying to undercut me on price? Besides, you're sure to make a lot of money by printing and selling 'Picking the Moon'. So, please don't bother with a small-time family like me over such trivial matters."
The young master still felt that five hundred coins was a bit too much, so he said, "Even if you could lower it to four hundred coins, I would gladly accept it. Otherwise, if you said you would sell it for five hundred coins, I would take it for five hundred coins, and I would sell it exactly the same. It would be difficult for me to raise the price. Besides, we are honest. This bag looks new, but after all, it is just made of coarse cloth and hemp rope. If you really want to make an identical one, it won't be difficult."
Yu Qinglong smiled and said, "Well, let's do this. Four hundred and fifty wen. Actually, you know that the more profitable thing is "Picking the Moon". As for this bag, it won't be long before someone else makes a similar one. So I don't plan on making the same one all the time."
The young master was a little surprised: "You mean, school bags will be different in the future?"
Yu Qinglong said, "We have different styles of not only school bags, but also pen holders. I didn't bring new designs this time because I can't come up with new designs too quickly, otherwise the new buyers will feel uncomfortable. But next time I come, I will have new designs. And this bookmark is made to coincide with the Double Ninth Festival, you can also give it as a small gift. Buy a school bag and get one for free."
What the library has the most is guests who want to study, and such people are usually more interested in stationery.
The young master thought, four hundred and fifty wen is fine. He didn't contribute anything, just the space, so he could earn fifty wen per person, and three hundred wen for six. And as Yu Qinglong said, he actually made more money from selling and renting books. Because school bags can be made in the same way, and pen holders can be made in the same way, but storybooks cannot be copied, so people who read these books come to him.
There were several bookstores in the county town, each with its own unique characteristics. If someone plagiarized, they could sue for compensation. Therefore, plagiarism was not possible at the moment, so keeping the person who sent the manuscript stable became the most important thing for him.
He didn't just sell in the county town; he also had connections in the provincial capital, and the bulk of his sales came from that area, where there were far more people than in the county. However, he didn't want Yu Qinglong to know about this yet.
He didn't even know what kind of person the future lay Buddhist was, so he just asked Yu Qinglong and Fang Shu to talk to him, so he could only find out slowly.
"Old Chen, go and count the money for Young Master Xiao. The Double Ninth Festival is coming soon, so give him two packages of osmanthus cakes and a can of osmanthus honey that we just ordered."
"Okay, I'll take care of it." Shopkeeper Chen was happy to have Yu Qinglong and his friends come. Their presence would mean more customers, and his wages would increase. His wages were directly related to the bookshop's business.
Shopkeeper Chen finished his calculations and found that the schoolbag, pen holder, and third volume of the storybook totaled six taels and seven cents. He counted it twice to confirm that it was correct and handed the money to Yu Qinglong.
Soon the young man who had ordered four school bags arrived. He inspected the bags and found them to be very well made, even better than what he had seen before. He paid the balance with satisfaction.
Yu Qinglong gave him four bookmarks and said, "Double Ninth Festival is coming soon. I wish you and your family good health."
The young man was also a polite man. He took it with a smile and said, "I wish you the same."
Yu Qinglong collected a total of eight taels and three cents on this trip. Even after deducting all costs, including labor costs, he could still make a net profit of nearly six taels of silver!
He put the money away and was more cautious than ever when he left with Fang Shu.
Yet someone noticed them.
It was someone from another bookstore called "Bookstore." The owner, whose surname was Guo, looked in the direction the two men had left with the servant and asked, "Are you sure it's them?"
The servant said, "I'm sure. Didn't you see Master Tao just leave with those things? They delivered them. It was the same thing last time. When they arrived, a new volume of 'Picking the Moon' was published, and Lu Dexin's family had more pen holders. Business became more and more prosperous. Many of our regular customers have come to his house to read books."
Guo Qingshan asked, "I asked you to find someone to make that pen holder. Has it been completed yet?"
The boy said, "It's being made. I estimate it will be ready in two or three days."
Guo Qingshan snorted secretly: "We'll ask around when the time comes. We'll sell it to Dexin Bookstore for 90% of their price!"
He can't let Dexin Bookstore earn all the money!
What the hell! Isn't it just "Picking the Moon"? He also asked someone to write something similar. He just couldn't believe it. How could Dexin Bookstore really snatch away all the customers?!
That's not possible!
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Author's words: Qinglong: I made a fortune again [sunglasses]
Fang Shu: My brother Long is so awesome. If I can't be the shopkeeper, then I can just serve you. [shy]
Qinglong: I have to go on the scientific expedition! This is non-negotiable [rolling eyes]
Fang Shu: Okay, I'll learn. From now on, I will definitely get up earlier than the chickens and go to bed later than the dogs [Please]
Qinglong: Be good, I will continue to beg for food today. Please help me get pregnant later [dog head][empty bowl]
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