"There is indeed something going on, and it's related to that old woman named Yang Han." Qing'er gritted her teeth.
Thinking of what she was going to say next, Qing'er's expression became serious, with a hint of anger.
He tried his best to calm himself down and told the story of Yang Han cheating on the storybook.
After listening to this, Shen Ci also fell silent, his fists clenched tightly.
He had not expected that Yang Han would deceive him like this and take his storybook for himself. He made so much money and gained such a great reputation by relying on his storybook.
In these two years, if those stories had not been cheated by Yang Han, he might have made a lot of money.
With money, Sister Mu wouldn't have to work so hard and do so many jobs every day.
With money, they might be able to move out of the dilapidated temple and have a stable living environment that is not leaky or windy.
With money, they could eat better food, and Little Orange would not be poisoned because of greed for the crazy woman's cakes, and he would not die from poisoning.
If he had money, he could have had Sister Mu's leg treated earlier and her leg wouldn't have become lame.
Obviously, he could lead them to a better life.
Shen Ci's eyes were red, and he couldn't tell whether he was sour or angry in his heart.
Qing'er felt very distressed when she saw how forbearing and sad he was.
Having money can really change a lot of things.
Yang Han's money and fame were all stolen.
Shen Ci paused for a long time before gesturing again and telling Yang Han about what he had asked him to write this morning.
"I think I know why she's urging you to write. It's probably because of the upcoming Magic Pen Cup Storytelling Competition..."
Qing'er told Shen Ci about this.
"Actually, I came here to tell you about this as well. Brother Xiuyuan and I have discussed this. From now on, you absolutely cannot sell your storybooks to Yang Han anymore, and you should stop associating with her. In addition, Brother Xiuyuan suggests that you participate in this storybook competition. If you're interested, you can also join Taohua Bookstore..."
Chen Ci didn't expect that the gentle and handsome elder brother Xiuyuan was actually a storyteller, and he was writing storyteller books at Taohua Bookstore, the largest bookstore in Tangzhou Prefecture.
"Brother Xiuyuan said that with your ability, Taohua Bookstore will definitely not reject you."
In fact, Chen Ci also regretted it at this time. If he had the courage and confidence to go to Taohua Bookstore, he might not have met Yang Han, and perhaps everything would be different.
“Of course, it all depends on whether you are willing or not.” Qing’er only made a suggestion and had no intention of forcing Shen Ci.
Of course Shen Ci would not refuse.
Firstly, he knew that neither Brother Qing'er nor Brother Xiuyuan would lie to him. Secondly, he would not trade with Yang Han again, and Taohua Bookstore would be his best choice.
[Well, I want to participate in the storytelling competition.] Shen Ci gestured.
The top three will receive a bonus of at least 100 taels, which is a huge sum for Shen Ci, and he also needs such an opportunity to prove himself.
Seeing Chen Ci agreed, Qing'er's face lit up: "Then you can come back with me later. Brother Xiuyuan will tell you about this competition. He knows more about it." They also need to discuss Yang Han's matter again.
Since that kind of rubbish wants to rely on Shen Ci's words to participate in the competition, even if he hits a wall this time, he will definitely not give up.
They must have taken precautions in advance and also think about how to get back the storybook that belonged to Chen Ci, as well as the money and reputation associated with the storybook.
I heard from Brother Xiuyuan that the rules of the storytelling world in the Dasheng Dynasty are very complete, and we can always find a solution.
If it doesn't belong to Yang Han, even if she ate it, Qing'er would make her spit it out completely.
Because he didn't know how long it would take for Shen Ci to come back, he was worried about the children in the temple, so he wanted to wait until Shen Chaomu came back and talk to her about it to save her from worrying.
Qing'er waited with him. When she learned that Chen Chaomu would be back very late, Qing'er asked the coachman to go back to Yipinzhai first to tell Zhao Chuchu and the others that she would be back later.
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Dusk fell, and the dark night was filled with a full moon and stars.
As it got dark, the surroundings gradually became quiet, leaving only the intermittent chirping of insects, which was not loud but had a rhythmic feel.
In the evening, Shen Ci was in charge of cooking.
They bought food and vegetables, as they had made good money in the past two days, and they also splurge on a piece of meat.
Qing'er didn't see these things when she first came in.
Because they hid it.
Otherwise, the stranger beggars outside would come and rob them. They had been robbed twice before and even beaten, so they became more careful about hiding their food.
Shen Ci took out a big pot, washed the rice, and started to cook porridge.
Considering Qing'er was there, Shen Ci cut the meat again.
Qing'er actually wanted to cook a meal for his brother and the little ones, but he also knew that his cooking skills were not good.
When they were in Chunmanyuan, in order to maintain their beautiful looks and fair skin, the madam would not let this courtesan do things like cooking.
When he arrived at the Zhao family, Zhang Xiuyuan liked to cook and his dishes were delicious, so he was usually the one who cooked.
The big pot was placed on the stove, and there was burning firewood and straw in the stove. Because of the smoke, Shen Ci was afraid that Qing'er would be fume, so he didn't let him get close.
The rice rolled in the big pot until it turned into rice-white porridge, and Shen Ci put the chopped meat and vegetables into it.
The aroma of meat and vegetables, along with the fragrance of porridge, filled everyone's taste buds.
The child in the dilapidated temple smelled it and couldn't help swallowing.
Ordinary families, no matter how poor they are, will cook and serve food. However, given the dilapidated environment of the temple and their financial difficulties, they are already very satisfied with a bowl of porridge mixed with meat and vegetables.
When the porridge was ready, Shen Ci extinguished the fire in the stove, took out a large spoon, and then took out a relatively complete and clean bowl, scooped a bowl, and handed it to Qing'er.
His meaning was very clear, he wanted to give the first bowl of porridge to Qing'er.
Shen Ci was a little nervous. Although he knew Qing'er would not dislike it, when he thought about their food for those three days, he knew that Qing'er and the others must have eaten very well on weekdays.
But he could only offer this bowl of porridge.
"Thank you." Seeing the expectation in the boy's eyes, Qing'er took the bowl.
The temperature of the porridge passed through the bowl and reached Qing'er's heart. For a moment, his heart felt warm.
This is porridge cooked by his younger brother. It must be delicious. He is so happy to be able to eat porridge cooked by his younger brother.
Seeing him take it, Shen Ci breathed a sigh of relief, and a slight curve appeared on his pursed lips.
He called other children in the temple to come and make porridge.
The children were very well-behaved. They took their own bowls and lined up from youngest to oldest.
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