Noticing her husband's subtle look, Su Shien stopped worrying and said bluntly, "Lin Jing's letter said that their bookstore has more than 5,000 typefaces, and those large bookstores in coastal areas even have tens of thousands of copperplate typefaces."
Han Zeyu looked at her own record, then compared it with the huge number of "ten thousand", turned around and threw herself into her husband's arms without hesitation, crying falsely: "Husband~ My hands hurt~ I need a blow~"
Su Shien pretended to blow on it a few times, rubbed his hands, and then said with emotion: "Brother Yu, you have worked so hard. There is no rush. Those character molds can be kept for carving slowly."
Han Zeyu's face instantly turned serious, and she pulled back her delicate hand, secretly cursing this dog man who didn't know how to be gentle with women. No matter what she said, she still wanted him to carve out all the characters.
Han Zeyu imagined a bloody drama in his mind. He stood with his hands on his hips and questioned the unfaithful man: "Tell me! Who's more important, me or you? If we both fell into the water, who would you save first?"
The scumbag looked embarrassed: "You are heavier than the book because you have gained weight recently. At the same time, if you fall into the water, you should save the book first because paper and ink are afraid of water. You are not afraid of water, so you can use a doggy paddle to swim back."
No, I can’t keep imagining this. The relationship between husband and wife will easily break down.
But despite saying so, Han Zeyu was still unhappy. He stared at Su Shien for a while, then looked down at the pile of fonts, wondering what he was thinking.
Su Shien felt something was wrong. Did he say something wrong again? Why did he feel a chill down his spine?
After reflecting on what he had just said, Su Shien felt that there was no big problem. He cautiously probed, "Brother Yu, are you tired? These fonts are enough. You should take a break."
Han Zeyu smiled mysteriously when he heard that. He walked around to Su Shien's back and touched his back. He was no longer as thin as when he first arrived.
Han Zeyu picked up a few pieces of uncarved clay and went back to his room to tinker with them secretly.
Su Shien was anxious to go in and take a look, but he was afraid of making Yu Ge'er angry, so he could only run around in circles anxiously.
Just now, Yu Ge'er looked at him with such eyes. Su Shien thought that he was thinking about dirty things again, so he tried to scare him.
What's going on here? Shooting oneself in the foot?
Finally, it was night. I returned to the bedroom with trepidation, only to find that Yu Ge'er was not in the room.
Su Shi'en was delighted and hurried to the bed to search. This was the only hobby his son Yu Ge'er had, and he couldn't do anything without the bed.
It has to be said that as Han Zeyu's bedmate, Su Shien is indeed the person who knows him best. It's a pity that Han Zeyu had already planned this time, and he couldn't let him ruin it easily.
"Husband, you're back so early. Why don't you stay in the study for a while?"
Han Zeyu's voice suddenly sounded behind him. Su Shien immediately stopped searching and said in a slightly stiff and flattering tone, "Books are not as good as Brother Yu's."
Han Zeyu waved his hand. "Alright, stop praising me. You're not cut out for this. I know you're here to apologize. People say couples quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. Are you inviting me by standing at the foot of the bed?"
Su Shien nodded wisely, and then he was captured by the little goblin.
I thought the matter was over, but who would have thought Han Zeyu had another trick up his sleeve.
Early in the morning, Tiezhu did nothing else but fetch water, boil water, deliver water, change water and pour water.
What kind of extraordinary skills have the young master and the master practiced again? It's quite useless!
The key is that buckets of clean water are sent in, but buckets of black water are taken out. Does this mean that the magical power is about to be perfected and the impurities in the body will begin to be expelled?
This made Tiezhu extremely envious. How much smoke from the ancestral graves did his young master sacrifice to marry the mistress?
Tomorrow he will go to his ancestral grave to have a look. Oh, by the way, he doesn’t know his own name and can’t find where the grave is.
Is this the fundamental reason why he can't learn the magical skills? Where is justice? My unknown ancestor, you are not up to par!
In a martial arts training ground thousands of miles away, a middle-aged man with scars all over his back sneezed three times and angrily threw his two swords back onto the knife rack.
Time is indeed merciless. Now that winter has come, you can no longer practice martial arts with your bare chest.
After putting on his clothes, the middle-aged man asked, "We were ambushed in the provincial capital, which shows that this is a serious matter. Then how did you get back?"
The young man in black hesitated and said, "I was robbed by a bandit. He let me go because he saw that I was stupid and had a lot of money."
The middle-aged man still believed what he said. He wanted to print the word "fat sheep" on his forehead, thinking that no one dared to touch him. As a result, he capsized in the gutter, and capsized twice.
"Never mind, let's wait a little longer. We've already waited seven years, so a little longer won't hurt."
The young man lowered his head in shame. It was all his fault for being too careless, otherwise he wouldn't have been tricked. However, it was a blessing in disguise, as his strength became much greater than before.
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After the booklet was printed and bound, Han Zeyu asked someone to send it to Lin Jing as quickly as possible.
Lin Jing took it very seriously after receiving it. He opened the package and started reading immediately. He wanted to just glance at the general outline of the story, but he was so fascinated by it that he couldn't bear to fast forward.
Lin Jing couldn't put the book down even when he was having dinner. Fortunately, the servant understood his master and fed the food into Lin Jing's mouth spoon by spoon.
When Master Lin came back, he happened to see this scene and immediately scolded this useless and rebellious son.
Brother Han pleaded for mercy, saying that his younger brother was still young and reading was not a bad thing, so let him go!
Brother Han wanted to see what the masterpiece that fascinated his younger brother was about.
In the past, Lin Jing would have shown it to his elder brother, but when he thought of the words his benefactor had taught him, for some reason, Lin Jing managed to laugh it off.
Brother Han narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought as he watched Lin Jing running away.
Lin Jing really finished reading the first volume overnight, and now he is anxious to know the contents of the second volume.
As expected of a benefactor, this story is truly fascinating, but why is there only the first volume? Is the second volume unfinished or unprinted? It can't be that he hasn't even started writing yet, right?
No way! He had to push for it; it was definitely a great story that would sell like hotcakes.
It is better to do it today than to wait for a better day. After staying up all night, Lin Jing slept like a dead pig in the carriage on the way to Qingshan County.
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