Fast Time Travel: The Posture of the Female Supporting Counterattack

Chapter 421
As Boss Yuan was talking, he took out two ink-smelling script books from his sleeve and put them on the table. Lan Xi picked them up casually and read them.

Keep scrolling down, ho!Good guy, the story book is not only serialized, but also has a few pages of exquisite illustrations. The artistry may not be very good, but the win is that the expressions of the characters are quite vivid, brackets: a little better than the stickman~, And it's colorful.

Looking at the pricing on the back of the book, the price is quite beautiful, priced at one tael of silver a book, and the illustrations drawn by hand may be worth the price if you think about it.

After closing the story book, Lan Xi was about to discuss with Shopkeeper Yuan, whether he could let Boss Yuan secretly bring in some food tomorrow under the pretext of delivering books, when Shopkeeper Yuan seemed to be juggling, stuffing food from his wide sleeves. , took out a carved lacquer three-layer food box.

"Old madam, forgive me, I brought these things here without your consent. I wonder if the old madam is satisfied with these things?"

Shopkeeper Yuan opened the lid of the food box while speaking in a low voice, "Crispy chicken, camphor tea duck, peony cake, and a few snacks underneath, all freshly baked in Zuixianlou."

Satisfied, of course satisfied. Every time she travels to the ancient world, Lan Xi is very satisfied with the ancient food. No fattening feed, no chemical fertilizers, and no natural ingredients with various antibiotics are added. The food is delicious.

In ancient times, those who had the ability to open restaurants and restaurants, and the business was booming, were hard to find. The master chefs in the back kitchen had several exclusive secrets, and the smell of the food made made people move their index fingers, just like the one brought by shopkeeper Yuan. these dishes.

"Boss Yuan, tell me, what do you want from me?"

Seeing that Lan Xi wasn't angry, Boss Yuan knew that he had made the right bet this time, and said with a smile on his face, "Madam, when did you hand in the script you wrote last time?"

".?"

What the hell is this?The client wrote the script in private and sold it to Boss Yuan?

"Master, I found it. It was you who wrote it." The dog belt was attracted by the smell of the food. The crispy chicken, camphor tea duck, and peony cake in the food box were similar to those he had eaten in any world. The chefs who cook several dishes are definitely cooked with exclusive secret recipes that have been lost to later generations.

"The old lady doesn't know something. The first three chapters of the storybook written by you have been reprinted five times. The store has sold more than [-] copies in total. The enthusiastic readers who are waiting to read the storybook written by you come to Shifang Book every day. Block the door."

"The Hou Mansion has something to do in the past few days, so I'm too embarrassed to come here, isn't it haha"

"You were embarrassed to come here a few days ago, but today you came to the door just after the old Hou Ye was buried?"

Every time I traveled through the ancient world, I read thousands of scripts, if not [-]. Let her do it herself. Even if she wrote it, the style of writing would be very different.

"Dayong is mourning, but it's a good thing. The old lady didn't see the old Marquis being buried in the afternoon, and she didn't give in to the queue of people with red makeup from ten miles away. Now it's not just me, there are people queuing up outside the gate of the Marquis' Mansion to ask for bowls. , it's almost crushed." Boss Yuan said.

"Why is that so?" Lan Xi asked.

"It's not for the sake of the health and longevity of the Marquis Mansion."

"That's true." Lan Xi nodded. There is also such a custom in modern society. Relatives and friends who came to express their condolences directly took away their rice bowls after eating to pray for good health.

"It's thanks to the old lady's blessing that I was able to enter the Hou's mansion."

Boss Yuan rubbed his hands, "That's right, old lady, look, when will you hand in the fourth round?"

"No rush, I'll go to Shifang Bookstore in a few days, and then we'll talk about it in detail."

"Yes, old lady, hey, I'll go back and wait patiently for your visit." Boss Yuan nodded and bowed and retreated. A few lights, everyone must not be disturbed, and then nestled on the soft bed, while eating crispy chicken and camphor duck, while reading the script with relish.

In the ancient world, the stories written in the storybook still had to be divided into men and women, just like the male and female stories in modern society, with different emphasis. Another best-selling storybook came, and let Goudai quickly summarize a large number of storybooks left by the client during his lifetime, and roughly understand the wind vane of storybook writing in this world.

The women in the backyard also like love novels like lovers. There are various types. In addition to bloody love stories, there are also all kinds of fox demons, knights in the rivers and lakes, and the ancient version of domineering presidents. First abuse and then sweet, first sweet After abuse, there are all kinds of things, too numerous to count.

Probably because the client is naturally timid and fearful, the heroine in her works is majestic, majestic, bold and not fragile, the story is twists and turns, and it is always a bit unexpected, and it also has elements of detective suspense, which is different from other best-selling story books. The stories in the book are not the same, so it is deeply sought after by the majority of female readers.

After learning about the wind vane, Lan Xi made a decisive decision to find someone to write for her. She was only responsible for handing over the outline to Boss Yuan. Just kidding, she traveled through so many small worlds and lived two lives. Could it be that she couldn't even read the outlines of several story books? come out?

But, if she really wants to write it herself, forget it, the task executor is really not omnipotent
Then with a swipe of a pen, Lan Xi smoothly continued writing the outline of the main line and branch line, clutching her full stomach, and went to bed contentedly.

Early the next morning.

After breakfast, Lan Xi ordered Ciwu to prepare a low-key sedan chair, and she was going to Shifang Bookstore to buy new books.

Ciwu glanced at Lan Xi suspiciously, and said yes, he went to the yard to let the Qingsongyuan take charge, and prepared the sedan chair.

During tea time, Lan Xi boarded a dark blue soft sedan chair. The sedan chair was covered with animal furs, and the surrounding area was wrapped with a layer of soft cotton. It was extremely soft to sit on, and she was not afraid of being touched at all.

Hey, she really couldn't describe the filial piety of the Hou family. Now Lan Xi understands the client's mood a little bit.

The more people in the Hou's mansion cared about the client, the more flustered the client was. The client probably thought that the reason why the people in the Hou's mansion treated her so well was because they were thinking that the people in the Hou's mansion She had to be raised as a sacrificial offering to be white and fat, so that the client could accompany the old Hou Ye on the road.

Those paper figurines and paper horses are not all white and fat, and I have never seen any paper figurines with thin ones. Brackets: Except for specially customized ones.

(End of this chapter)