The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

"Ji Er, are you okay?"

The man didn't say a word from the moment he got on the carriage. Looking at Ji Yinghuai's furrowed brows, Jiang Shian asked.

"It's okay, don't worry about me. Shi An, are you going to buy a book?" Ji Yinghuai concealed the unnecessary expression on his face.

Sitting in the carriage, the grass and trees on both sides of the road looked familiar to him. With a headache, he finally remembered that he seemed to be carried into the village by his horse Heifeng, who had always been with him.

But he was rescued by Jiang Shian at the door of Jiang's house, and there was no sign of Heifeng around. Later, his memory recovered sporadically, but the part where he was injured was still blurry.

Jiang Shian didn't ask any more questions and went straight into the bookstore.

The bookstore owner didn't expect someone to come so early, so he quickly stood up to greet them.

"What kind of books do you two want to buy?"

This bookshop is neither big nor small. There are several rows of wooden cabinets with a lot of books on them. You can smell the faint sandalwood and wood scent as soon as you enter the door.

Jiang Shian randomly picked up a book from the bookshelf, flipped through it and asked, "Boss, do you have any storybooks for sale?"

Looking down at the lines of text on the book, Jiang Shian also breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the difference with modern times is not particularly big, and he recognizes some characters in traditional Chinese.

The shopkeeper looked the two men up and down. They didn't look like country people. How could country people have the spare money to read a book?

He walked to the side, took out a few of the latest notebooks and handed them to Jiang Shian.

"This is the latest novel. Young Master, take a look and see if you want to buy it."

Ji Yinghuai didn't know what Jiang Shian wanted to do, so he just listened quietly. He felt that the other party didn't look like someone who wanted to buy the storybook to read.

Jiang Shian randomly opened a book and saw that many people were reading it. The book was quite old.

The story is also simple.

The story of a woman who was transformed from a fox and a scholar. It is a bit similar to Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, but the writing is not that good. They met inexplicably, fell in love inexplicably, and finally couldn't bear to part.

The other two books have similar contents, a Taoist priest and a flower demon. The first man the flower demon met after she cultivated to adulthood was the Taoist priest. From then on, she was obsessed with him. She even destroyed her own cultivation just to become a human. The two soon fell in love. After the Taoist priest learned that the woman was a demon, they began to have a sadistic love affair. In the end, the flower demon was killed by a sword. For the sake of the common people, I have to kill you.

Jiang Shian's face was filled with black lines as he read them. As for the last book, it was even more ridiculous. A male vixen cultivated himself into a human being and fell in love with a royal concubine in the palace. The two of them spent the whole day plotting how to escape, and the ending was naturally for them to live together forever.

"Boss, don't you have any other good-looking storybooks?" Jiang Shian looked up and asked.

"This is the latest storybook. Sir, what type do you want? I can help you find it."

This is the largest bookstore in the town. The young men and women who study in the school like to come here to buy storybooks when they have nothing to do.

Why did the young man in front of him look speechless when he saw this?

"I can also write storybooks. Fox scholars, monster Taoist priests are too common. I can also write other stories, such as immortal kings and goddesses, masters and apprentices, the head of the heartless way, the demon king of the demon clan... I can write a story first and let the shopkeeper see if it is suitable. If it is suitable, you can collect it. You have a unique copy here. Then you can sell it to the storyteller in the teahouse. If there are many people reading it, you can set up a stage and make a lot of money in a day."

The shopkeeper was really tempted by what he said. He had never read such a book before. Anyway, he had to pay for it after reading it and it was not a loss.

The shopkeeper nodded and said, "Okay, if your writing is good, we can discuss the price then."

Jiang Shian smiled and nodded, and then bought some pens, inkstones, and paper in the bookstore. These things were really not cheap, and he spent almost two taels of silver.

The shopkeeper was amused by his painful expression, so he packed his things in a cloth bag and said, "If you write really well, you don't have to pay for paper and ink in my shop in the future."

"Let me thank the shopkeeper very much. I will return the manuscript within three days at the latest." Jiang Shian promised after taking the things.

The shopkeeper nodded and escorted them out of the shop. Looking at their backs, he thought that they didn't look like farmers from the countryside at all, and their looks didn't seem to be the result of being exposed to the wind and sun.

How did he come to write storybooks to make money? He couldn't understand. He shook his head and sat back on the stool.

"Shi An can write a storybook?"

Walking on the street, Ji Yinghuai asked curiously.

Jiang Shian nodded, then shook his head.

Ji Yinghuai looked puzzled. Would it be possible or not?

Jiang Shian patted his shoulder, showing his white teeth and smiled: "I can think about it, but you have to write it. I want you to write the plot, and we will split the money we earn."

He can read, but he has not learned calligraphy professionally, so his handwriting is embarrassing. The man next to him is different, he was born and raised in ancient times.

Ji Yinghuai looked at the slender white fingertips on his shoulder, and his face suddenly turned red. After a long while, he pursed his lips and said, "Okay, but I don't want the money, I'll give it all to you."

"Okay, you're eating my food and staying at my place anyway, just tell me if you want to buy anything and I'll buy it for you."

Jiang Shian nodded with a smile, and patted the man's shoulder with a little more force.

His eyes fell on Ji Yinghuai's red earlobes, and Jiang Shian looked up at the sky. Although the sun was high in the sky, it was not too hot today. Why did this person's ears turn red so easily?

But when he thought about what the other party had just said, he laughed again. As long as he didn't share the money with him, they would still be good brothers.

The two of them then went to the dim sum, teahouse, rouge, and clothing shops and took a look around, including the things sold in the roadside stalls. Jiang Shian also took a closer look.

Ji Yinghuai knew that he wanted to see what he could do to make money, and he was also looking forward to what the boy planned to do to make money?

After walking around for a whole morning, Jiang Shian had a general understanding of the things sold in the shops in the town.

Many daily necessities were not available in ancient times, and there were no items that we commonly use in life, such as toothpaste, toothbrushes, soap, and body wash.

Making a toothbrush is not difficult. Just poke holes in the wooden board and then find some suitable horsehair or pig hair to fix it.

As for toothpaste, there are also tooth powders in modern times, which can whiten teeth and keep breath fresh. If you want to make it, you can ask Dr. Wang in the village. Tooth powder made from herbs is the best.

The rest is some food, and there is a wide variety of street snacks.

Jiang Shian looked around carefully and found that there were no cold dishes. There were a lot of braised pig's trotters and braised chicken legs, but no cold vegetarian dishes.

There are no shops selling pickles separately. There are many pickles in snack shops, but most of them are used as chili sauce as condiment.

He thought of his favorite fermented bean curd and dried mustard greens. Both were easy to make, and could be fermented and pickled at home and sold in town, so he thought he could give it a try.

Last time I came to town, I bought a lot of soapnut powder. It is not very convenient to use it to wash hands. The laundry smells average and there is not much foam.

It would be even better if it could be made into soap, and there is also soap for washing your face.

These are just his temporary thoughts, and he will have to wait until he returns to study them in detail.

After running all morning, both of them were tired and thirsty.

Jiang Shian dragged Ji Yinghuai to a nearby restaurant, intending to fill their stomachs first.

Looking at his sleeve being pulled, Ji Yinghuai shook his head helplessly. The boy had no idea that they should avoid suspicion because of their different identities.

Fortunately, he is not Meng Lang's man, so he will not take advantage of this. In the eyes of outsiders, they are still brothers, so this kind of contact should be fine.

Ji Yinghuai thought so in his heart, but he couldn't stop smiling.

Once the truth is revealed, revenge must be taken, but he also knows in his heart that he can never return to the capital.

The emperor had probably spread the news of his death.

The identity of a king of a different surname was already feared by many people, not to mention that he also held military power.

How can anyone be allowed to sleep soundly beside the emperor?

The only thing he had was the friendship he and His Majesty had grown up with. But how long could this friendship last? Power could easily change a person beyond recognition.

Since no one was sent to look for him, he was given another option.

After avenging his brothers, he thought he would rather stay in this remote and quiet mountain village and live with Jiang Shian.

By then, the money he earned from hunting in the mountains every day would be enough to support the young master.