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- Seeing the Ye brothers and sisters coming back, those people focused their gazes on them, with expressions of curiosity or confusion in their eyes.
After entering the house, Ye Junmei asked: "Brother, what do they do?"
Ye Junsheng shrugged: "How do I know?"
"It can't be a bandit, right?"
Ye Junmei was a little nervous.
Ye Junsheng smiled hoarsely, stretched out his hand and gently scratched her small nose: "Even if he is a bandit, there is nothing to be afraid of."
Ye Junmei was startled, then relieved: Are they afraid of those bandits who commit crimes now? Even though Taoism is difficult to manifest and perform in the capital, there are still many ways to deal with the enemy. Not to mention, there are two monsters hidden in my brother's magic weapon. If you let any one out, it will be the master of the roaring world.
A few thieves alone are probably not enough to fill the gap between teeth.
Therefore, Ye Junmei soon forgot about the people outside and went to do whatever she had to do. First of all, he put away the "The Legend of the Monkey" that he had bought back one after another and stacked them on the bookshelf.
Looking at these books, I couldn¡¯t help but feel heartache: She had originally entrusted the bookstore to sell these books, but now she was confused and spent money to buy them back. What a waste of money.
Hypocritical stinking scholar!
She couldn't help but blame Yang Jiangfan and the others. If they hadn't talked nonsense in the bookstore, how could she have bought all these books in a fit of anger?
It was not Ye Junmei¡¯s original intention to put it on the shelf at home. She chose to publish a book in order to spread the stories her brother told widely, not just to entertain herself.
In her mind, the stories her brother tells in his spare time are all wonderful and imaginative, as if the orbs covered by dust will surely shine brightly. Just like his poems, they are also popular and praised by others.
Sitting in the study, Ye Junsheng started writing as usual. Before long, the trash can at my feet was filled with waste paper.
About an hour later, Ye Junmei, who had finished her work, came into the study and took the trash basket outside to empty it out as usual.
Wow!
"this is mine¡¡"
"Get out of the way, it's all mine."
As soon as Ye Junmei poured out the waste paper, he saw those unknown people squatting outside, rushing to grab the waste paper balls on the ground like chicken blood.
"Here, what's going on?"
Ye Jun¡¯s eyebrows were confused.
In just a moment, those few people each held more or less pieces of waste paper in their hands and left happily. Look at their expressions, what they hold tightly in their hands is not a ball of paper, but gold.
Ye Junmei hurried back and told her brother.
After hearing this, Ye Junsheng was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "There is no need to take out the garbage outside in the future."
Ye Junmei was smart, and she suddenly understood: "Brother, do you mean that your identity has been exposed, so there are so many people waiting outside to snatch your calligraphy treasure?"
"Haha, it shouldn't be so. Maybe someone saw it accidentally and thought my handwriting was pretty good, so they came to pick it up."
Ye Junsheng had heard about the rumors about Shusheng's residence for a long time, but now it was his turn. Of course, the scale of picking up garbage is far from comparable. It is said that there are hundreds of people at Shusheng's Mansion.
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At the White Horse Temple in the north of the city, Liu Xiucai was running out of breath, clutching two balls of waste paper in his hands.
After returning to the side room of my residence, I carefully spread out the paper ball, admired the words on it, and then started copying.
Half paid, he put down his pen, sighed, and murmured: "It's all my fault for being a big mouth, telling this matter out, and causing several people to go there to pick it up. Isn't this causing trouble for myself?"
It turns out that since the last time he bought waste paper with someone, he found Ye Junsheng's ink, and it was like finding a treasure. Later, when Fazi learned about the origin of the paper balls, he thought of going into battle to pick them up himself.
He got some good words and couldn¡¯t help but tell some close friends, which led to several people coming to wait for the garbage to be taken out outside the courtyard where Ye Junsheng lived.
"Speaking of which, this ink was really written by that young scholar. I can't believe it. Such a sophisticated use of the pen and such skillful strokes can be said to be the level of proficiency. This man must be one of the three great talents in the south of the Yangtze River."
Naturally, Liu Xiucai thought of a possibility, but he couldn't do it accurately.
"Forget it, no matter who he is, collect these pens and inks first. If there is a chance in the future, maybe they can be sold well."Where's the money? "
Although it is said that scholars have a dignified character, they regard wealth and honor as floating clouds. But those are all written words. When people are alive, they have to eat, drink and have sex. If you search all over the world for a bookworm like Ye Junsheng, you may not be able to find another one.
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"Brother, have you thought of a way?"
During dinner, Ye Junmei asked.
Method, of course, refers to how to sell books so that they sell well.
"I'm thinking about it, I have to think about it in the long term."
Ye Junsheng was chewing a large piece of meat in his mouth, his tone was a little vague.
Speaking of which, my sister¡¯s cooking skills seem to have improved again. She cooks the meat tenderly and deliciously, without being greasy at all.
¡°You think, would you like to take the books to teahouses and sell them to storytellers?¡±
Ye Junmei suddenly thought of an idea.
Ye Junsheng shook his head: "How many copies can I sell like this?"
"Well, that's true."
The girl might as well just eat and leave the headache to her brother to think about.
In the following days, Ye Junsheng began to wander around purposefully, doing, in his words, "market research."
As for what ¡°market research¡± means, Ye Junmei said it was too profound to understand.
But she is also used to it. Ever since her brother got enlightened and had a flash of inspiration, he would pop up some new words in his mouth from time to time. They were all unheard of, but they were all the same.
In the past few days, because of Ye Junsheng¡¯s instructions, waste paper and other garbage are not thrown out.
This would really disappoint Liu Xiucai and others who were waiting outside. After several empty trips, they finally became discouraged and gradually stopped running to the courtyard.
They didn¡¯t know Ye Junsheng¡¯s identity, and they thought that waste paper was still waste paper. Although the handwriting was good, it would not make people spend so much time waiting.
It¡¯s not the original calligraphy work of the calligrapher, right?
Not cost-effective.
After these people dispersed, Ye Junsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to have a group of people squatting in front of his house, which was quite uncomfortable.
Although the pig demon keeps clamoring to come out and give Liu Xiucai and others an unforgettable memory, Ye Junsheng will not let him do anything wrong until it ends.
On the fourth day, Ye Junsheng came back with a happy face.
When Ye Junmei saw her, she was sixty-seven percent sure.
¡°I¡¯ve thought of a way.¡±
As expected, it was a good thing that Ye Junsheng opened his mouth. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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