I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

In order to live up to the expectations of the majority of book lovers, Chu He pressed his hand to signal the crowd to be quiet.

Then, he said, "I understand everyone's request. As the author of Water Margin, I am very pleased to see that everyone likes this book so much."

He glanced around and said, "So I decided to update it in three days. This time the content will be twice as much as last time, so everyone can read it all!"

Everyone was dissatisfied when they heard that they would update after three days.

But when they heard that there was more content this time, or twice as many, everyone cheered.

There were nineteen chapters in the last book, so wouldn’t it be thirty-eight chapters this time, Mr. Chu is so interesting!

"Thank you, Mr. Chu!"

"Master Chu is a good man!"

There was a lot of praise, and Fu Bo and others who listened directly were dumbfounded.

Spending money to read books is a business transaction, but also to thank the author? This is just off the charts.

But this scene really happened before my eyes.

"Let's leave, everyone. After three days, you can go to Donglai Bookstore and Wang's major stores to buy books."

Chu He smiled and waved his hands, and everyone went back satisfied.

Although I feel uncomfortable not seeing new content for three days, I feel a lot more comfortable thinking that I will be able to see more exciting things in three days.

At worst, go back and review the previous content several times, and these three days will pass.

On the same day, Chu He's profits from selling more than 100,000 copies of the Water Margin were also sent to the Chu family.

There are more than 50,000 taels of silver bills, and Uncle Fu is dumbfounded.

Even when Master Chu Yunfu was an official in the capital, his family never accumulated so much money.

And Chu He earned more than 50,000 taels just for writing a miscellaneous book, and he can continue to make money after writing the follow-up content.

This is not writing a book, it is clearly printing banknotes!

After receiving the bank note, Fu Bo immediately ordered that all servants in the mansion are not allowed to disturb the young master's writing, otherwise he will be expelled from the house.

After the banquet was over, Chu He went into the study to catch up on the manuscript.

He already regretted boasting a little, the content of the thirty-eight chapters has more than 200,000 words.

A few days ago, he rushed to draft every day, but he only wrote more than 100,000 words, and he was short of 100,000 words.

Chu He moved his wrist, looked at the densely packed small characters on the straw paper, and couldn't help sighing.

"In my previous life, I was urging updates every day, but in this life, it's my turn to rush to write and write. Good luck tricks people!"

"If only someone could help me write the book, this wrist is really sore."

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind, isn't there a ready labor force?

He immediately mobilized the cultural energy in his body, and a gleam of light shot out from the altar, turning into a middle-aged man and appearing in front of him, it was Lin Chong.

With a smile on his face, Chu He said, "Professor Lin, your handwriting should be pretty good, right?"

Lin Chong clasped his fists and said, "My lord, Lin Chong has been practicing literature and martial arts since he was a child, and he has also studied calligraphy."

Chu He clapped his hands when he heard the words, "That's all right, I'll dictate and you will write."

"Ah?" Lin Chong was taken aback suddenly.

Still have this kind of operation? I am a book spirit, and it was cultivated from this book, and there is still a lot of content about myself in the future.

How can I write my own reason?

"What? Can't you?" Chu He frowned slightly, a little displeased.

Lin Chong nodded hastily: "No problem, Lin Chong will write now."

Chu He nodded in satisfaction this time, sat on a chair beside him, crossed his legs and dictated the next content.

On the other hand, Lin Chong, a seven-foot man leaning over his desk and writing quickly, was forced to abandon martial arts and follow literature with his hand accustomed to grasping spears.

In the middle of the night, several servants saw that the lights in the study room were still on.

I can vaguely see a figure writing and writing, and he didn't rest all night.

This can't help but make them extremely sigh.

"The young master really worked hard. He wrote in the middle of the night and didn't stop to rest."

"Yeah, young master is such an outstanding person who works so hard, no wonder he can get the leader of the Golden Autumn Talented Scholars Association, and the books he writes can be sold well."

The servant girls whispered to each other, and the image of Chu He in their hearts became more and more magnanimous.

If a person like the young master cannot become a great Confucian, then God will not open his eyes.

Chu He didn't know this either, he was already dozing off on the bamboo chair, half asleep and half awake dictating the content.

Beside the book desk, Lin Chong was still writing with his already sore hands, his hands trembling every time he wrote a stroke.

In the side room of the Chu family, the lights were also on.

An old man was lying sideways on the bed, concentrating on the book in his hand.

From time to time, he dipped his fingers in saliva to turn the pages, his eyes filled with joy.

"Wonderful, wonderful! This Lu Tisha is really a wonderful person, the young master's writing is absolutely perfect!"

A cock crowed in his ears, and Fu Bo's body shook.

"It's three o'clock?"

According to the time, he should have gone to bed long ago, why is he still holding a book and reading.

Uncle Fu looked a little troubled, even if he was kicked out of Tiandaozong, he still maintained the routine of Tiandaozong for decades.

But today, he was really reluctant to put down the book in his hand!

He really wanted to see where Lu Tisha would go after he defeated Guanxi.

"Look at it again! I'll sleep after watching it again!"

Fu Bo muttered to himself with a determined face, he had already made up his mind.

As the sound of cock crowing spread throughout Pingyang City, the sky gradually brightened.

Chu He stretched and got up from the reclining chair.

He turned his head and glanced at the desk, and at some point Lin Chong had already fallen asleep on his stomach, but the hand holding the pen was still trembling.

After the book spirit is summoned, it will be exhausted and injured just like a living person.

If you are tired and rest, you will get better, and if you are injured, you must use the master's literary energy to cultivate it.

With a wave of Chu He's hand, Lin Chong turned into a ray of light and sank between his eyebrows, flying back to the altar.

He glanced at the manuscript, he had already written the forty-eighth chapter, and there were two days left, which was more than enough.

After leaving the room, he stretched himself, and saw Fu Bo yawning and pushing the door to come out from afar.

The old face was full of exhaustion, and the eyes that were originally radiant became a little cloudy and dull.

"Morning, young master, the old slave is going to open the door."

Forbe greeted him, then turned around and opened the door.

Looking at the conscientious Fu Bo, Chu He couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Uncle Fu watched him grow up, and worked hard for the Chu family for decades, doing his duty.

I actually only focus on writing books to accumulate literary spirit, ignoring this old man who is over seventy years old.

Chu He sighed and followed silently, wanting to express his condolences.

When he walked to the gate, he saw Uncle Fu turned his back to him, his body a little bent.

Chu He walked over cautiously, and said softly, "Fu Bo, you have worked hard."

However, Forbe didn't respond. Chu He leaned over to take a look, but saw Forbe holding a book in his hand, and was concentrating on flipping through it.

At this time, Uncle Fu was not tired at all, his eyes were bright, and he was full of energy, even more energetic than when he surrendered the fox demon that day.

"Master, what's the matter?" Uncle Fu found Chu He.

"It's okay, you continue."

Chu He turned and left, he already understood what happened to Fu Bo.

Eighty percent of them were boiled overnight watching!

I have to say, this thing is very harmful!