Ruan Xiuran suddenly felt that he had eaten breakfast, but why did he always feel choked?
Seeing that Ruan Xiuran had a bit of a brother complex, Han Xiao couldn't help but sigh that his own Ruanruan was really popular with everyone and had been held in the palm of someone's hand since she was a child.
Apart from this little episode, the two of them had a very pleasant conversation. Ruan Xiuran had been studying in the capital, so he admired the customs and culture of the capital very much.
Han Xiao was able to extract the information he needed from Ruan Xiuran's words.
For example, some gossip among the powerful and influential was three-quarters true and seven-quarters false, but it was these rumors that really allowed Han Xiao to find out some things. Although it was not quite certain, it was a good opportunity for Han Xiao.
The current emperor is in his prime. He has been diligent and conscientious since he ascended the throne. He has quelled wars and punished corrupt officials. In the past few years, many corrupt officials have been beheaded. Finally, there are no more people who bully others by taking advantage of their power. Overall, he is a wise ruler and has never done anything out of line.
However, recently news came that the Empress was pregnant, and His Majesty was very happy, so there were some rumors in the palace that His Majesty might grant amnesty to the entire country.
The historical amnesty that Han Xiao knew about was nothing more than a special examination, exemption from labor service, etc. If it was really a special examination, then his father would have a chance this year.
However, this is just Han Xiao's guess. It is just some gossip and should not be taken seriously. But if it is true, then it would be a great joy for the Han family.
Apart from this, there was no other special gossip. The others were nothing more than some young master going to a brothel and being caught by his wife, or some young lady secretly getting married to a scholar. These were boring to Han Xiao, but the young master listened with great interest.
"I'm telling you, brother, that young lady from the Wang family is so miserable. You must not learn from her, okay? The scholars out there are too bad and say a lot of sweet words. Don't believe anything outsiders say in the future." Ruan Xiuran said while secretly glancing at Han Xiao out of the corner of his eye.
Han Xiao drank a cup of hot tea and smiled back at Ruan Xiuran, as if the person he was hinting at was not him.
The young master's eyes welled up with tears when he heard this: "This scholar is so mean! How could he, a scholar, lie to others?"
"Oh, isn't it just you little girls and boys who love to read storybooks when you have nothing to do? Can the stories in these storybooks be true? These are all written by poor scholars to deceive you."
The young master felt like he had been hit hard. Thinking about the many unread novels in his room, he didn't know whether he should read them or not.
The tangled eyebrows are about to fight.
"It's okay, Ruanruan. If you like to read it, then read it. But Xiuran is right. You must not take the things in the storybook seriously. Otherwise, Miss Wang is a good example." Han Xiao looked at the young master's tangled expression and said with some reluctance.
Watch it if you like. He is in charge of everything anyway. He wants to see which scholar dares to steal his girl.
"Then I'd better not read it. It's actually not interesting." The young master hugged Han Xiao's arm: "Brother Han Xiao, can you write a story? I think the story you told me before is very interesting."
Han Xiao paused. How could he write a storybook? It was already great if he could tell a bedtime story. It was impossible for him to write one.
But he could tell the young master and ask him to write it down. He had seen the Cinderella story written by the young master. He changed the details a little. The young master wrote it with rich voice and emotion, which made Han Xiao doubt whether he was the one who told the story.
"I can't write, but I can tell Ruanruan stories. How about Ruanruan write them down herself?" Han Xiao looked at Ruanruan gently, his eyes full of encouragement.
The young master was embarrassed: "How could I know that? That was all Brother Han Xiao taught me."
Ruan Xiuran didn't understand. Why were the two of them stuck together when they were doing fine? How could they not see him, such a big person?
And what is storytelling? How come my brother can write storybooks?
Ruan Xiuran felt that during the year he was away, things happened that he could not control, and it seemed that his brother was no longer his brother.
Putting the teacup on the table, he said, "Hey, hey, you two, that's enough. I'm still here. Pay attention, pay attention."
Han Xiao coughed lightly to show his embarrassment. The young master blushed but his hands still stubbornly held Han Xiao's arm.
Ruan Xiuran was so angry that he wanted to slam the door and leave, but he was worried that if he was really angry and left, wouldn't that be exactly what Han Xiao wanted?
When talking about stories, the young master looked at Han Xiao with anticipation. He usually didn't have much to do at home, so he usually spent his time reading storybooks, but the stories Han Xiao told were ones he had never heard before.
Ruan Xiuran was also curious about what kind of story could make his brother so obsessed with it that he even wrote it down. He immediately asked Chuyi to take the story written by the young master and read it.
Ruan Xiu Ran was mesmerized by the sight. Han Xiao didn't tell the young master many stories. Most of them were used to coax him to sleep, so they were all short stories, such as Cinderella, Nezha's Mind, Erlang Shen, Monkey King and other small unit stories.
Apart from the Cinderella story which Ruan Xiuran glanced over, he was still not satisfied with the other stories, and it was obvious that he had not finished writing them yet.
Ruan Xiuran flattered the young master and said, "Brother, what happened back there? Is there anything else behind it?"
The young master shook his head. He had written down all the stories that his brother Han Xiao had told him. He would read them whenever he had nothing to do. Besides, they also liked to read them on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month, so some of the papers were almost torn apart.
Han Xiao understood the power of Chinese mythology, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful, nor did he expect that the young master would actually record them all.
Ruan Xiuran no longer looked at Han Xiao with dislike, and even said in a flattering tone, "Brother, I think your story is very well written. Do you want us to collaborate on it?"
Although Ruan Xiuran likes to wield swords and guns on a daily basis, his innate keenness to details as a member of a merchant family allows him to find business opportunities in it.
In fact, Ruan Xiuran’s idea is very simple. Even though he doesn’t read storybooks, he can be attracted to them. It can be seen how attracted he is to these stories.
Moreover, these young masters and ladies don’t have many ways to entertain themselves on a daily basis. Once Han Xiao’s stories are published, he can imagine how popular they will be.
Han Xiao had never thought about this before. Faced with Ruan Xiuran's idea, he pondered for a moment and said, "Then I can only tell the story in full. As for who will pay for the writing, you will be responsible for it yourself. You will also be responsible for the printing and sales."
"Of course." Ruan Xiuran didn't care about these things. He didn't think Han Xiao could do these things well, so he had no reason to refute Han Xiao's request.
"As for the writing reward?" Ruan Xiuran thought about it and had a few candidates in mind, but he always felt that they were not suitable.
"You can come to me for the reward." The young master opened his eyes wide and looked at the two of them with dissatisfaction. How could he not be involved in such an important matter?
He wrote these notebooks.
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