I became famous for writing ridiculous stories in ancient times

Fu Wenyu's plan was finally approved.

Moreover, Tang Yuanwai personally agreed to it. He thought this plan was very good.

So without further ado, a stall similar to writing letters for others was set up at the entrance of Kaiyuan Bookstore. They blackened their faces, put on a hat, and put on a few more clothes to make themselves fatter, and dressed up like Fu Wenyu, who was different from usual, was sitting in front of the table with a pen, while Zhang Er was standing next to the stall, shouting at the top of his voice.

"I'm writing a storybook for someone else——"

"Dear guests!"

Zhang Er shouted passionately: "Have you heard about Chen County Wang Po?"

"After listening to our story "The Legend of the Divine Eye", the Queen Mother of Chen County discovered that the big stone used to press pickles at home was actually a piece of jade, so she took it to a jade shop and sold it for five hundred taels."

"Also, the reason why Tang Yuanwai was able to find his biological son before was because he read our story book. Dear guests, everything written in our story book has come true. If the person who wrote it replaced the master's child, it would be true. Someone discovered that the child had been changed, and said that there was jade in the stones he picked up, and jade was actually found.”

"What's this?"

Zhang Er said excitedly: "This is all the result of Hua Ben!"

"Today many guests came to inquire about Mr. Fu, and Mr. Fu who wrote these two stories is here. If anyone wants to make a fortune like Wang Po, or find his relatives like Tang Yuanwai, then you can invite us I asked Mr. Fu to help me write a storybook, and maybe it will come true in a few years.”

"Then you will be the next queen!"

"Of course, no matter whether the wish can be realized or not, the money cannot be refunded. Money is worth two cents. One hundred taels of silver can write a sentence, one tael of silver can write a story, and thirty taels to five hundred taels, then I’ll write a tailor-made script for you!”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone from the crowd who gathered around to watch the excitement said, "Is that thing about Grandma Wang true?"

Before Zhang Er could answer, someone excitedly said, "It's true!"

"This happened in Chen County. The news has spread in Liuzhou City today. Many people from Chen County have gone back. I also saw Lao Zhang next door to my house. He was holding a big hammer and said he was going to Chen County. County picks up rocks.”

"If we can also pick up a piece, we will be rich!"

"Then why don't you go to Chen County?"

"Hello, I only found one piece. The old lady picked it up on the roadside. Maybe it was left behind by a passing jade merchant in that year. If I find a few more pieces, I will go there."

"That makes sense, brother, you've got to think clearly."

"Where there."

The people watching were talking a lot, some were envious of Wang Po, and some were discussing Fu Wenyu.

"Is this the person who wrote the storybook about changing children and the storybook about picking up stones?"

"That's him. Didn't you see that guy already told him?"

"The guy also said that if you want to write a storybook, you can ask Mr. Fu to write it, but one hundred taels is too expensive, let alone the next one tael, thirty taels, or even five hundred taels."

"If I have five hundred taels of silver, what's wrong with using it to buy land? Why should I use it to hire someone to write a storybook?"

"But for five hundred taels, Mr. Fu can write in his storybook that you earned ten thousand taels!"

"But what if we lose money?"

"this……"

After a while, someone finally came over and asked curiously, "Are you the Fu Wenyu who wrote the book of exchange stories?"

Fu Wenyu, who darkened his face and wore a few extra clothes to pretend to be fat, relied on the fact that no one knew him, and nodded: "Yes, I am the Fu Wenyu who wrote "The True and False Young Master" and "The Legend of the Divine Eye"."

The man was surprised, "It's really you. I heard that because of this incident, Mr. Tang gave you a lot of things and even a piece of land. Is it true?"

Fu Wenyu: "...Yes."

The man's eyes lit up, "Then who is in your family? Where do they live? Are you married?"

Fu Wenyu was wary and leaned back: "Why do you ask this?"

The man laughed: "I see you are very talented. I have a niece who is fifteen this year..."

Fu Wenyu: "...?"

With his face blackened like this, he still looks "talented"?

After finally fooling people away, someone finally came who was willing to pay.

He sat down opposite Fu Wenyu, slapped a piece of broken silver on the table, and asked, "Will what you write really come true?"

"Then you write about me, no, you write about my son getting the top prize and marrying a princess!"

Fu Wenyu held the pen and didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "...it may not come true. If it can come true, I won't just accept a hundred cents." He didn't know what to say to him. This man also knew that he couldn't count on himself and had to let his son Test.

Unexpectedly, this guest didn't mind, and waved his hand and said: "It's okay. If the two sons fail to pass the exam, they will be grandsons. If the grandson fails to pass the exam, there will be a second grandson and a third grandson. Let's do this, you just write thirty years In the end, my family will produce a No. 1 scholar! Just thirty years, I can still afford to wait, but I’m afraid it’s hard to see it any further.”

"You can marry a princess with one hundred coins, this deal can be done!"

This made Fu Wenyu even more unable to write.

He said sincerely: "Are you sure you want to write about marrying a princess? It's just like making a wish. You have to write down your last name and then print it in the Liuzhou tabloid. It's OK to write about your son marrying a good woman, but is a princess too much? A little offended."

He suddenly felt that the conditions he had set before were not detailed enough and it was necessary to add some more. For example, marrying a princess, marrying an emperor, and becoming an in-law with a magistrate should be avoided.

After hearing his advice, the guest changed his mind and said, "Okay, then let my son pass the imperial examination and marry a lady from a noble family. By the way, my name is Lian Peng."

So Fu Wenyu picked up his pen and wrote: Lian Peng in Liuzhou City, praying that his descendants will study hard and make progress, and pass the imperial examination in 30 years and marry a lady from a noble family.

Looking at the line of ink, the guest left contentedly, "I will come back to get the tabloid in five days. Hahahaha, I will buy two more copies of that tabloid and keep them as heirlooms. In the future, let those bad boys see it. If they don't study hard and affect my ancestor who is the top scholar, then I will break their legs!"

Fu Wenyu: "... As long as you are happy."

Zhang Er was collecting money nearby. Seeing that there was no one in the seat, he said happily, "Next!"

The next guest had a clear purpose.

"My name is Li Si, and I am also from Liuzhou. Today I am going to Chen County to pick up jade. You write that I picked up a big jade, which is bigger than Wang Po's!"

So Fu Wenyu picked up his pen: Li Si in Liuzhou City, picked up a big jade in Chen County.

The next person wants to get rich.

"My name is Wang Wulang, I am not from Liuzhou, but from Jiangzhou next door. I want to get rich. You write that I will get rich next month!"

Fu Wenyu reminded himself again that what he wrote might not be accurate, and if it was not accurate, he would not return the money. The other party still nodded and said that he was not short of money, so Fu Wenyu picked up his pen and wrote: "Wang Wulang from Jiangzhou will get rich next month."

The next person.

I don't know which one it was. Just when Fu Wenyu was sighing that the people in Liuzhou City were still quite rich and spent a hundred coins without blinking an eye, a woman with a sad face sat down.

"I, I want to find my daughter."

Fu Wenyu's expression was stern, and he asked seriously: "Tell me in detail?"

The woman's eyes were slightly red, "I have a daughter, her name is Da Niu. Eight years ago on the Lantern Festival, I took her out to see the lanterns, but I accidentally let go of her hand. She, she disappeared."

"They said you can help find someone."

"Yes, is it true?"

"Oh, by the way, I have money, I have money, one hundred coins, right?" She anxiously took out an old purse with fine stitches from her bosom and counted out a hundred copper coins of different ages.

Fu Wenyu nodded, "Yes, it only costs one hundred coins."

"Although there is no guarantee that we can find her, we can let more people see her, not only in Liuzhou, but also in Jiangzhou and Anzhou next door. So how old was your daughter when she was lost, and how old is she now? What kind of clothes did she wear at that time? Are there any obvious marks on her face or body, such as black moles, red moles, etc.?"

"And where do you live?"

"How many people are there in your family, and what are their names?"

He asked in detail one by one according to some common situations of lost or abducted children that he had heard in modern times. Maybe the girl named Da Niu can remember some of them.

The woman thought carefully, "Big Girl should be twelve this year."

"During the Lantern Festival that year, she wore a red dress. My mother-in-law made her a new dress with cloth. She liked it very much and couldn't bear to take it off. On Big Girl's face, right here on her nose," she pointed to her nose and said, "Right here, Big Girl also has a black mole here, exactly the same as mine."

"People say that you can tell at a glance that they are mother and daughter!"

"By the way, my name is Liu Cuilian, her father is Zhao Niu, and there is also..."

As she spoke, Fu Wenyu wrote.

When she finished speaking, Fu Wenyu had already written a whole page.

Seeing this, the woman hesitated, "Is this, is this too much?" Because she rushed over after hearing the news, so many words, the money she brought might not be enough.

Fu Wenyu said casually, "Oh, it's okay. This is just one sentence. It only takes one hundred coins."

"And if you don't write it clearly, what if you can't find it? Maybe after so many years, your daughter only remembers one or two of them? Write more. Even if she doesn't remember where she lives now, or the names of her parents, she may still remember how many people there are in her family and her red clothes."

The woman thought about it and left with many thanks.

After a whole afternoon, a total of 28 people came to write their wishes.

Most of them were seeking wealth, and there were very few others.

Of course, this is not because there are not many people interested in "Stories Come True". In fact, in the end, the crowd watching at the door of the bookstore was three layers inside and three layers outside, up to hundreds of people. But as Fu Wenyu had expected before, most people were in a wait-and-see state, and there were not many people who were willing to pay the money.

In other words, only those who were as anxious as the woman looking for her daughter were willing to try any method. Or those who didn't care about spending a little money for wealth would sit down and let him write.

But there are still benefits.

Not to mention the money those people gave, the main thing is that the people's ideas are gradually changing. At least in the end, few people thought that his story book would definitely come true.

The plan went smoothly.

Fu Wenyu believed that if this continued, people's impression of "Mr. Fu" would change from "the person who wrote two stories that would come true" to "the person who wrote beautiful stories".

If that day really comes, he will succeed.

After the bookstore closed, Fu Wenyu handed a stack of papers to the shopkeeper Zhang, "Uncle Zhang, please arrange these and print them in the latest Liuzhou tabloid."

"By the way, this copy is printed five times."

He took out the woman's letter and explained, "This is a missing person letter. I wrote down her characteristics, how many people are in her family, where she lives, what she was wearing when she went missing, etc."

"If she still remembers, she should remember it after seeing it. Print it a few more times in Liuzhou tabloids, so she can have more chances to see it. As for the extra money, it will come from my salary." Fu Wenyu thought about it and made a decision, "If there are more like this in the future, print it five times, no, print it six times, six sixes are lucky, and I will pay the extra money."

Printing text in Liuzhou tabloids, in addition to the storybook, requires money.

Although Fu Wenyu has a close relationship with them, he is no exception. Anyway, there shouldn't be many such things, and he can afford it with his current income.

Just think of it as a good deed.

Manager Zhang did not refuse, "Okay, I'll ask them to arrange it."

"Speaking of Liuzhou tabloids, Haha Wenyu, thanks to you, they can be considered to have come back to life. At the beginning, they wanted to learn from the people in Beijing to make tabloids, but they were blocked everywhere. Later, they got the support of the boss and the help of several nobles to start a business."

"But there were not many people who liked to read it before, so they could barely make a living."

"Now it's good. Once the storybooks are printed, the number of people who like to read them has increased several times. Some people even give them money to get their stories or articles printed on them. The last time I went to deliver something, I heard them discussing that there was not enough space, whether to print two sheets of paper at a time, or print more stories."

Of course, if someone said sourly that Fu Wenyu had printed two stories in a row in the Liuzhou tabloid, he would have to make room for others next time. He didn't need to say such words.

Fu Wenyu thought, two sheets of paper at a time, wouldn't it be possible to print three or even four more books?

That's a good thing.

After all, he is both an author and a reader.

Since he became rich, Fu Wenyu has never hesitated to buy good storybooks, and now he has quite a few at home. If he prints a few more storybooks, he will have a higher chance of finding good ones. It's a pity that Mr. Sanliu hasn't started writing for more than half a year, otherwise the storybooks he writes would be very much to his liking.

Who is Mr. Sanliu?

Fu Wenyu couldn't help asking.

But Shopkeeper Zhang hesitated for a moment and shook his head, saying, "He is also an old friend of mine. I personally invited him to write a storybook, but his condition was not to tell outsiders."

"When there is a chance in the future, I will introduce you to each other."

Fu Wenyu regretted, "Is that so..."

"Uncle Zhang, you should urge Mr. Sanliu to write a new storybook. He hasn't started writing for more than half a year. I think he basically wrote three books a year before, and he is very diligent."

Shopkeeper Zhang sighed, "I want to, but he went out a few months ago and hasn't come back yet."

Hearing this, Fu Wenyu also sighed.

My favorite author cannot finish an article in one day, and even has to take a break for several months after finishing a book. This is probably the trouble for readers.