I became famous for writing ridiculous stories in ancient times

Master Li, who is 'as his name implies', continued: "Your father and your brother have high hopes for you, so they entrusted you to me before coming to the capital, but you are just like a piece of rotten wood."

"It cannot be carved!"

Fu Wenyu, who was not far away, frowned secretly, feeling that Master Li had gone too far.

Perhaps influenced by modern education, he felt that the role of 'Master' should be like Master Chen, who was emotionally stable and taught people tirelessly, instead of being like Master Li in front of him, who spoke indiscriminately and attacked people at every turn. Mental blow. Of course, corporal punishment is not acceptable either.

If Master Li treats other students like this, it is no wonder that after the merger of the schools, several of his students came to Master Chen.

Thinking of this, Fu Wenyu turned his eyes to Liu Changmiao, ready to see how he would respond and whether he needed his help.

Then he saw Liu Changmiao standing bored, with a casual attitude, and a rather indifferent attitude towards Master Li's words. He didn't know whether he was used to it or didn't care at all. His attitude made Master Li very angry, and his whole expression darkened.

Fu Wenyu: "..."

this……

He thought for a moment, then took the initiative to step forward and said to Master Li, "Student has met Master Li."

Master Li turned his head, looked at Fu Wenyu with slightly squinted eyes for a while, and then asked with a puzzled tone: "...Are you the Fu Wenyu who came back recently?"

Fu Wenyu nodded, "It's a student."

When he heard the name "Fu Wenyu", Liu Changmiao's eyes widened instantly.

He no longer looked at the sky or the earth, but turned to stare at Fu Wenyu for a while, and then, and another...

Finally, as soon as Master Li left, he immediately said, "Your name is 'Fu Wenyu'? But aren't you called 'Zhou Yu'?"

Fu Wenyu smiled sheepishly, "It's a long story, and I didn't hide it on purpose. Because on the day we first met, you happened to be scolding 'Fu Wenyu,' so I borrowed my mother's My last name is 'Zhou Yu'."

"That's right..."

Liu Changmiao suddenly realized, and after Fu Wenyu's reminder, he also recalled the incident.

That day he ran into a friend his eldest brother had met in the capital, so the two went to a teahouse to drink tea. Because I just finished reading the new chapter of the storybook "The True and False Young Master" and saw that the blood of Wang Yuanwai, Wang Fugui and Zhang Goucheng were fused together, and I couldn't tell who was Wang Yuanwai's biological son, so I I was very angry and scolded 'Fu Wenyu' several times.

And the 'Fu Wenyu' in front of me happened to be right next to him.

After realizing this, Liu Changmiao felt a little embarrassed.

He was about to say something when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The person who wrote the script is called ‘Fu Wenyu’, and the one in front of me is also called ‘Fu Wenyu’.

That 'Fu Wenyu' can write storybooks, and the 'Fu Wenyu' in front of me can also write. Brother Xiao also said that his three "Collections of Deceptions" were very well written, short, exquisite, and meaningful.

so……

A light flashed in Liu Changmiao's mind, and he pointed at Fu Wenyu in surprise and said: "You, you are that, that 'Fu Wenyu'?" The 'Fu Wenyu' who wrote the storybook!

Fu Wenyu nodded: "I made you laugh."

Liu Changmiao took a breath.

He looked at Fu Wenyu several times in disbelief, then couldn't help but look at it, and then again. The whole person was a little absent-minded. It was obvious that this matter was beyond his expectation.

Zhou Yu, no, Fu Wenyu is actually ‘Fu Wenyu’!

If Brother Xiao and Master Hu knew about it, they would probably be shocked.

While thinking, Liu Changmiao heard the other party ask again: "Has Mr. Li always been such a person?"

"I see that some of his former students are now studying with Master Chen. If you don't want to be taught by Master Li anymore, then why not also transfer to Master Chen?"

"this……"

Liu Changmiao hesitated for a moment before answering: "He is my father's classmate, and he taught my brother how to be a scholar. Before they went to the capital, they asked me to study with Master Li."

"But I don't like reading, so Master Li doesn't like me."

So that’s it…

Fu Wenyu understood that since this was the case, there was nothing he could do. Fortunately, looking at Liu Changmiao's expression just now and his current attitude, it was obvious that he didn't care about Master Li. But with Liu Juren and the genius Liu Xiucai here, Master Li, who was just a scholar, did not dare to do anything to Liu Changmiao.

So he was ready to say goodbye.

Just when Fu Wenyu reminded Liu Changmiao not to tell his classmates about writing his storybook, an unfriendly voice came from behind the two of them.

"Isn't this Liu Dandy?"

"The article you wrote today is nonsense. I'm afraid you were taught a lesson by your master again, right?"

As soon as Liu Changmiao heard this voice, he straightened up instantly and said unceremoniously: "What does it have to do with you?"

"Sun Datou, instead of worrying about me failing to study, why not worry about yourself. After all, if I don't study well, I can still go back and inherit the family business, and my father and brother will not ignore me. But your Sun family has been renting The school house has been sold, not to mention you still have so many brothers, so you won’t have much to inherit in the future.”

After hearing these words, the man known as 'Sun Datou' suddenly turned red and was about to rush towards Liu Changmiao.

But the two younger people behind him with nervous expressions shouted, "Brother, please calm down, he is Liu Juren's son and you can't beat him." They hurriedly grabbed him, but 'Sun Datou' still refused to let him go. , pointed at Liu Changmiao and shouted: "You, you are a playboy who killed four fiancées!"

Liu Changmiao showed no sign of weakness, "You poor guy who has no family fortune to inherit!"

"Dandy!"

"Poor guy!"

"Damn dude!"

"Poor guy!"

Fu Wenyu, who was watching: "..." These two people are so childish.

But it's no wonder, after all, they look like they are only fourteen or fifteen years old. And listening to their conversation, it is obvious that both of them have good family backgrounds and have not experienced many beatings from society.

When Liu Changmiao made "Sun Datou" angry by saying "poor guy", Fu Wenyu couldn't help but asked: "That one," he didn't say Sun Datou, but changed the title, "that classmate Sun" Are you the owner of the house that your school rented before? I heard that they sold the house, so you moved here."

"Yes," Liu Changmiao nodded, "Sun Datou, no, it's Sun Tianzong, his father is also my father's classmate, and he was admitted as a scholar. The house that the school rented before does belong to their family."

He did not say that the house where Sun Tianzong used to take advantage of the school belonged to their family, and said many irritating words. Instead, he hesitated for a moment before adding disdainfully, "But his father loves to keep concubines."

"I remember that his father would take a concubine every year or two. When my father was still in Liuzhou, he would leave a message to my father every time he took a concubine. It was very annoying. If I remember correctly, I heard people say that he At the end of last year, I just took in my eighth concubine and sold the house not long after.”

"It's probably because the family has no money."

Fu Wenyu: "..." There are such people.

His desire to write a dog-blood novel was suddenly eager to write an anti-stallion article.

The man prided himself on being handsome, elegant, and suave, so marrying a gentle and gentle wife was not enough. He took eight beautiful concubines into his home under the pretext of carrying on the family line and seeing each one he loved. But those women were either after his money or his power and fame, and none of them was sincere. In the end, they joined forces to kill him and divide the family property.

It also has a name, it's called "Eight Concubines".

However, he still has "Treasure Map of Rebirth" that he has not finished yet, and he also has to allocate time to study, so this idea can only be postponed. Maybe then he can use his first trumpet to write. The trumpet called "Yin Yang Scholar" only wrote a mini story called "Green Tea Cousin", which is very suitable for writing "Eight Concubines" 》.

As for the plot, he has already thought about it, starting with the tragic death of the male protagonist. It would be interesting to write this story.

Fu Wenyu secretly kept this plan in mind,

After saying goodbye to Liu Changmiao who looked hesitant, Fu Wenyu went to the noodle shop to finish his lunch and came back to continue listening to the class. After school in the afternoon, he saw that it was still early, so he diverted to Kaiyuan Bookstore.

"Brother Zhang, is Uncle Zhang here?"

Zhang Er raised his head from his busy work and saw Fu Wenyu and said happily: "It's Wenyu. My uncle is inside. You can see it when you go in. By the way, these are sent from other places."

He handed over some pieces of paper. Fu Wenyu looked down and found that they were some 'wishes'.

Nowadays, very few people in Liuzhou City come to him to write ‘wishes’. The few who do not are short of money in their pockets, or have lost family members like Liu Cuilian who wanted to find her daughter before. With the idea of ​​"taking people's money to eliminate disasters", Fu Wenyu would copy it carefully every time.

It's a pity that since the two incidents of 'Li Si' and 'Brother You', nothing else has been realized.

The matter of 'Brother You' was probably jointly managed by the You family and his cousin's family, and it was not publicized in the city, so everyone only knew about the matter of 'Li Si'.

This is exactly what Fu Wenyu wanted.

After finishing copying the paper, Fu Wenyu walked inside and found shopkeeper Zhang.

He came to discuss with the other party today the printing of the storybook "Treasure Map of Rebirth". According to his previous plan, he wanted to print 5,000 sets of regular editions and 100 sets of hardcover editions. Then print them in advance and ship them to various places, and when the time comes, they will be put on sale together to eliminate time differences.

In addition to Liuzhou, he also wants to sell to nearby Jiangzhou, Anzhou, and even the capital. Because this kind of risk is relatively high, especially a hundred sets of hardcover editions is not a small amount, and the cost of this item alone is as high as three hundred taels, so Fu Wenyu planned to pay part of the money himself if Kaiyuan Bookstore disagreed.

After all, one hundred sets is not a lot, and he thinks that if they are spread out, they can be sold out. And as long as it can be sold out, it will make a net profit of 700 taels, which is a huge profit.

But when Fu Wenyu finished explaining his plan, shopkeeper Zhang had a strange expression on his face and said hesitantly: "... Wenyu, don't you also want to imitate that Sun Xiucai? But Sun Xiucai gave money to print scripts, and it was a waste of money. It’s time to return.”

Fu Wenyu: "...?"

Lost all your money?

He felt that there was an aura of big melon in it, so he asked curiously: "Uncle Zhang, what's going on with Sun Xiucai? I haven't heard that he has written a storybook recently."

Because Mr. Sun and Mr. Sanliu are two masters of writing novels in Liuzhou, Fu Wenyu has always paid attention to them. But as far as he knows, neither of them has written a new novel for a while. The last time he heard from Mr. Sun was when he protested against Kaiyuan Bookstore for printing "East Chamber" in Liuzhou tabloids without his permission, and forced it to be removed. At that time, he was also amazed at how someone could give up the traffic, and since then, he has not heard from Mr. Sun.

Since he didn't write a novel, how could the other party "lose all his money"?

Hearing his question, Zhang, the shopkeeper, laughed, "Wenyu, you don't know."

"In fact, I only found out recently that the "Qingchai Ji" that appeared in the novel with your "Legend of the Divine Eye" was written by him, and he also took an alias for it, Madam Qin."

"...Ah?"

The "Qingchai Ji" that describes the brothel woman was actually written by Mr. Sun!

Fu Wenyu was shocked.

What surprised him even more was that Zhang, the shopkeeper, said with a gloating tone: "I guess he insisted that we take down his "East Chamber" last time, so he didn't come to me this time, but went to Rongsheng Bookstore. I don't know how they negotiated, but "The Story of the Green Hairpin" is comparable to ours in every way. I heard that they printed 100 sets of the hardcover edition alone."

"And the paper and ink they used were all bought from Huzhou, and they are all fine products. The cost of 100 sets of storybooks is nearly 300 taels, but in the end only 10 to 20 sets were sold. Not to mention that in addition to the 100 sets of hardcover editions, there are also 5,000 ordinary editions. Storybooks are no longer fresh after selling for a while. Do you think they lost all their money?"

Fu Wenyu was speechless, "Indeed."

To be honest, he couldn't understand Mr. Sun and Rongsheng Bookstore. Didn't they do a basic investigation before printing the book?

When I first tried to make a hardcover edition, I only dared to print 20 sets. Later, it was Mr. Tang and another big customer who helped me increase the number, but the limit was 50 sets. I didn't dare to print more. After all, storybooks can't be eaten or drunk, and they are not precious things. Only people with money and interest in storybooks will buy them. Ordinary people either have no money or are illiterate. They are more interested in storytelling and listening to operas, and will not buy storybooks.

100 sets of hardcover editions and 5,000 sets of ordinary editions, how can they be so confident that they can sell all of them?