Miaofengtang's Hangzhou branch was burned down, and readers who were following the Journey to the West complained bitterly.
There is nothing more painful in this world than being forcibly interrupted while following a novel. Although it was due to an accident, they still found it difficult to accept.
Those who follow the updates of Journey to the West hope that Miaofengtang can reopen soon so that they can read the latest chapters.
But the result was the opposite of what we expected.
And some people have noticed that many strange things have appeared in front of Miaofeng Hall recently.
For example, bloody pig heads, plucked dead chickens and ducks, whole goat legs...
Most of these things were stained with blood, making the front of Miaofeng Hall extremely dirty.
So many coincidences together are no longer coincidences.
This is clearly a threat.
At first, Miaofengtang was able to withstand the pressure, but one day a coffin was placed in front of the door and it could no longer withstand it.
It is said that Xu Wei, the owner of Miaofengtang, was so frightened after seeing the coffin that he could not sleep all night and kept the lights on.
The next morning he gave orders to pack up and return to Ningbo.
When the news came out, the streets and alleys of Hangzhou were in an uproar.
"Have you heard that Miaofengtang's Hangzhou branch is closed?"
"It is said that the shopkeeper Xu Wei was threatened and worried that he would be killed, so he decided to return to Ningbo."
"Hey, blocking the door with a coffin, what kind of person would do such a wicked thing?"
"When something like this happens, won't the government do anything?"
"How can we do that? No one's really killed. Unless that shopkeeper Xu reports it to the authorities himself. These kinds of things are things that the officials won't investigate unless the people report them. But you see how scared that shopkeeper Xu is. Will he report it to the authorities?"
"What a pity that such a good book like Journey to the West will no longer be available for reading."
"Who said it wasn't? I was just having a good time chasing her when this happened. I'm really unlucky."
"Forget it, let's see if there are any other books to read."
The reality of Hangzhou's everyday life is real. Although Journey to the West is a huge hit, if it really is unbearable to watch, there's nothing they can do except curse.
After all, life must go on.
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Little Penglai.
Zhou Youde closed his eyes and listened to the opera very comfortably.
"Since ascending the clouds to the ninth heaven, climbing the dragon's long ochre-yellow robe. If it weren't for the three thousand-word policy, how could I wait at the Golden Gate for the morning court? Civil and military, all heroes, the emperor's face is filled with joy, intoxicated by the peach of immortality. The incense in the golden censer has faded, the dragon's head is dark, the jade pendant rings, the pheasant's tail rises high. I am the Yellow Gate official of the imperial court. Today, the palace is ascending to the hall. There are reports from within and memorials from without, all of which are my responsibility. I can only wait here and see who arrives."
After the young man finished singing, he heard the first chorus: "I wish the royal family, I wish the royal family, a long life and everlasting prosperity. Protect the people, protect the people, and have a good harvest and a healthy year. May the king be close to the virtuous and stay away from flatterers, and may the flowers and stones stop and not invite foreign invasions. Therefore, I made such wild remarks and mistakenly played the music above..."
"Thinking of Lin Chong, thinking of Lin Chong, born in the countryside. Blessed by Heaven's grace, blessed by Heaven's grace, I am the head of the Yulin Guards. Gazing at his pupils, the whole mountain shouts, 'Long live my country!' This minister worries about the country's calamity, not seeking reward. How dare I lie to the Lord in the palace..."
"I gaze upon the Emperor's face, I gaze upon the Emperor's face, I bow with awe and trepidation. I listen to His Majesty's message, I listen to His Majesty's message, and let it be heard in the night. I hope the Emperor will listen to my humble counsel, from now on honor the talented and eliminate the rebels. Once the clouds have cleared, the sun will shine again..."
The melody is full of twists and turns, the pronunciation is ups and downs, the sound is pure and delicate, but it is extremely exquisite.
It is so beautiful and graceful that it is truly intoxicating.
Zhou Youde had already decided to make "The Story of the Precious Sword" a huge success. With his keen intuition, he predicted that this type of Kunqu opera would gradually rise in popularity and replace the Northern Opera.
"Master, great joy!"
The steward, Zhou Dafu, had reappeared beside Zhou Youde at some point, causing him to frown and scold, "Can't you see I'm listening to the opera, Master?"
Zhou Dafu smiled charmingly and said, "If it weren't for a great joyous event, how could I dare to offend the master?"
Zhou Youde not only loved to listen to opera, but also loved to sing along. Although his voice was not as good as that of actors and actresses, it was still quite good.
"Well, what's the matter?"
"Master, the Xu family can't hold on any longer!"
Zhou Youde's eyes lit up when he heard this.
Can't you bear it anymore?
In fact, he had expected this. No normal person could stand this kind of thing every day.
After all, even if you make money, you have to live to spend it.
"Master, can we..."
"No!"
Before Zhou Dafu could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhou Youde.
"You still can't keep your composure."
Zhou Youde glared at Zhou Dafu fiercely and scolded him, "Was all my words last time in vain? Wait until the storm has died down before releasing the manuscript. Now all you have to do is endure it."
"Yes, I am stupid. When the master says that the book can be printed, I will send someone to do it."
Zhou Dafu quickly made amends.
"Get out of here!"
Zhou Youde waved his hand impatiently, and Zhou Dafu immediately retreated swiftly.
"Keep singing, don't stop."
Zhou Youde closed his eyes again.
"Tonight, at three o'clock in the morning, the candlelight is dim and the wine is still lingering. I dreamt of an eagle caught in a snare and a tiger trapped in a deep pit; my fine painted bow was broken and my precious diamond-shaped mirror was shattered. This feeling, my heart is completely uncertain, leaving me with only doubts and confusion..."
"Spring dreams vanish invisibly, the green grass pond evokes worries. Haven't you heard that the witch's imagination is delusion, and the locust ant is unreliable? Don't doubt the banana deer's delusion, and don't believe the butterfly's illusion. In this situation, good or bad fortune is uncertain, so there's no need to worry..."
"Is it better to be an official than to be one? Iron armor is not as light as colorful clothes. Who caused the storm to surge in pursuit of fame and fortune? Carefully examine the yin and yang in the hexagrams, and do not concern yourself with unnecessary matters. If you accumulate good deeds throughout your life, heaven will bless you; if you do not deceive yourself, disaster will not come..."
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Villa in Santai Mountain.
Xu Yan sat by the window and listened to Xu Wei report on all recent matters.
He had finally managed to get a day off from Mr. Qian, so naturally he had to cherish it doubly.
"Sir, this is the situation... We are announcing to the public that Miaofengtang will no longer open a store in Hangzhou."
After hearing this, Xu Yan said in a gentle voice, "Brother Wen, you've worked hard these past few days. We're going to watch a play later anyway, so why don't you stay here and rest up."
Xu Wei blushed and said, "Sir, what are you talking about? I'm just doing my job. Besides, all of this was done according to your plan. I really don't want to take any credit for it."
Xu Yan smiled and said, "Brother Wen, please don't be so modest. This scene was so well put together, and it's all thanks to you, Brother Wen."
"By the way, sir, they haven't sent anyone to contact Xu Zhen recently."
"Don't worry, they'll give up sooner or later. Now it's a test of perseverance. We just need to watch quietly. If I'm not mistaken, it won't be long before the fox's tail is exposed."
Xu Yan is very confident about this.
"If he thought my Xu family was a soft persimmon that he could manipulate at will, then this time he'll learn a lesson! Spit out what he ate from me, and hand over what he stole from me!"
Xu Yan clenched his fists, his eyes sharp.
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