Farming and reading lady

After her soap experiment was successful and she gave the recipe to Yin Xiao, the two agreed that she would invest in the technology and get 30% of the net profit. She finally ended her life of spinning like a top. So she selected three or four paintings she had made during this period and asked Tong Mingyan to send them to the painting studio. Three days later, the small treasury had an additional income of more than 10,000 yuan. She was very satisfied with this. She also had the leisure time to go shopping with friends.

"Xiao Xianzi, you finally remembered us. It's so hard." Ming Zhenzhu hugged her tightly as soon as she came, with such fiery passion.

Gu Xixian finally broke free from her restraints, and hid beside Fu Yujing with a red face. Fu Yujing put her finger on Ming Zhenzhu's forehead with amusement: "Okay, control your enthusiasm, or else Xian'er will ignore you in the future."

Ming Zhenzhu laughed and waved her hands: "Okay, okay, okay, Sister Jing, I'll give you this favor. But Xiao Xianzi, what have you been busy with recently? I don't see you every day."

"I had some trivial matters to take care of at home, so I was a bit busy." Gu Xixian said with a guilty conscience. Apart from the sweet potato series shop, she only cooperated with Murong Yu and the eldest son of the Zhenguo family in other businesses, and they were all the kind that did not require her to show up. After all, a vest can only be called a vest if it is kept secret.

Fortunately, the two of them only asked casually and had no intention of pursuing the matter. The three sisters sat in a teahouse on the street, leisurely eating snacks and drinking tea. Ming Zhenzhu poked the floating petals with a stirring spoon and kept asking, "Have you heard of the new Fox Fairy Legend?"

Fu Yujing nodded: "I heard that the most popular book nowadays is the Fox Fairy Legend written by this fair-faced scholar, but this book is in short supply, I haven't read it yet."

"Yes, yes, I asked Yuhuan to go several times, but she couldn't get it. Moreover, the price of the book changes every day. It is said that it has risen to ten taels of silver per book now." Ming Zhenzhu was also a little discouraged. She was too curious about the fox fairy.

Gu Xixian was nonchalant at first, but when he heard about silver, he sat up straight immediately, his eyes twinkling: "Sister Zhenzhu, is the book of that white-faced scholar you mentioned good? Have you read his book?"

Ming Zhenzhu raised her minivan proudly and said, "Of course. Which young lady in the capital doesn't have a book written by a handsome scholar?"

After saying that, she looked at her small body again and said, "Of course, it's better not to look at little kids like you."

Gu Xixian...it's another day of being looked down upon.

But that's not the point: "Sister Pearl, can you lend me a copy? I'm just curious about how this story is written."

Ming Zhenzhu patted her chest so hard that she choked a little. "Hey, no problem, I'll take care of it. Yuhuan, go to the secret compartment in the carriage and get a copy for Xiaoxianzi."

...I can do it anytime, anywhere...

Yuhuan was brought to her very quickly. She could not wait to open it and look carefully. She could see her hands trembling slightly, because she was excited about the silver. She flipped through the book quickly, and then even her eyebrows trembled, as if she saw countless silver flying towards her.

"Xian'er, what's wrong with you?" Fu Yujing was more careful and immediately noticed that something was wrong with her.

Gu Xixian swallowed hard and calmed his pounding heart: "Sister Jing, I'm fine, it's just that this book is very interesting and I'm a little excited."

"The little girl is still excited. Do you know what it means?" Ming Zhenzhu looked down on her for three seconds.

Gu Xixian did not refute, but just laughed, and began to think about which novels to bring over. Is it the popular "Journey to the West", the ghost-fox-based "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", or the martial arts novels about life, or the immortal cultivation fantasy novels that are popular in later generations? Any of them is more exciting than this white-faced scholar. Oh my, I feel like I'm about to be crushed by a mountain of gold and silver. What should I do?

Why didn't she think of writing a storybook? She actually forgot her specialty. She really deserves to be criticized. She sat here, but her heart had already flown back to her study. She couldn't hear what Fu Yujing and Ming Zhenzhu said again.

Fu Ming and the others also noticed her absent-mindedness and asked with concern: "Xian'er, is there something wrong with you?"

"Well, sisters, I suddenly remembered that my brother asked me to buy him some pens and ink for urgent use, but I forgot about it. I don't know if I have delayed my brother's business." What a lame excuse. Never mind. As long as it works, it's fine.

"Then let's go." Both of them were straightforward people. They knew that the scholar's affairs were not trivial matters, and they didn't want to delay, so they stood up and prepared to leave together.

"I'm sorry to spoil the fun of you two sisters. We were planning to go shopping together." Gu Xixian felt touched and guilty at the same time. Look at the lie he told. Sigh...

"What's the big deal? Going to a bookstore is just like going shopping." Ming Zhenzhu didn't mind at all. She put her arm around her little shoulders and walked out of the tea room.

After entering the bookstore, Gu Xixian glanced at the storybook counter. Most of them were about love, and there were also some about ghosts and spirits, but not many, which was good and did not conflict. She bought dozens of dollars of paper in one go, even bought a dozen pens, and also a large bag of ink sticks. Fu Yujing and Ming Zhenzhu were dumbfounded.

"Xian... Xianzi... Isn't your brother being a little too crazy?" Ming Zhenzhu swallowed her saliva. How long would it take to finish writing these things? She felt like her hand was going to break just by looking at them.

"Ah...Oh, I don't know either. My brother asked me to buy it." Gu Xixian continued to blame his brother.

Gu Xihao, who was in the study of Tong's house, sneezed for no apparent reason. He looked outside to see if he would catch a cold. When his sister came home, pushing a pile of pens, ink and paper that was taller than others, and looking at the strange yet sympathetic eyes of Fu Yujing and Ming Zhenzhu next to him, he instantly understood that his sister had dragged him out to take the blame again. But his sister's stage must not be demolished. He walked over calmly, greeted the two first, took the items in his hand, and thanked them: "Thank you for your hard work, sister. I am sorry for the trouble."

Gu Xixian's ears turned red. Her brother was so awesome that she was too embarrassed to complain.

After everything was put away, Fu Yujing and the other person said goodbye.

After seeing off the two little sisters, before Gu Xihao had time to ask anything, Gu Xixian closed the door and went to write the storybook. Apart from eating and sleeping, she really didn't waste a minute or a second of time, and occasionally did eye exercises as a break between classes. With such diligence, ten days later, her first storybook of "Journey to the West" that copied more than 90% of it was completed. Thanks to the nine-year compulsory education and the continuous cultural inheritance promoted by the Ministry of Education, she has read the four great masterpieces no less than ten times, and the deep memories are integrated into her bones and blood. This allows her to write without any pause and smoothly.

"Brother, what do you think of this? Will it sell well?" Gu Xixian slammed a pile of papers on his desk in a very generous manner.

Gu Xihao picked it up and read it carefully, not annoyed at being disturbed. He became more and more fascinated as he read, and gradually immersed in the book. Gu Xixian sat beside him, crossed her legs smugly, eating snacks like a little hamster. But the story was too long and she couldn't finish it in a short time. She fell asleep in the chair while waiting.

When Tong Mingyan came over, he saw the brother and sister, one was engrossed in reading a book, and the other was sleeping beside him with drooling. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he gently walked over to pat Gu Xihao on the shoulder and asked softly, "What are you reading? You are so engrossed."

Gu Xihao came back to his senses and found that it was already dark. He looked at his sister who was sleeping with drool all over her body. He was stunned. His sister was a clean person and this was the first time he saw her like this. It seemed that she had worked too hard these days and did not get enough sleep.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Tong Mingyan lowered his head to look. On a piece of paper next to him were two big words written: Journey to the West, and next to it were four small words, "Young Master Xiaoyao".

It was obviously a storybook at first glance, but as a disciple, he was usually very serious and seldom touched such idle books. He was also curious about the book that could fascinate him so much.