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

After drinking bitter medicine for a day, Jiang Shian's cold was almost cured.

It was a Chinese medicine doctor. After taking two doses of medicine, all the discomfort symptoms were almost completely cured.

If Ji Yinghuai hadn't told him to take the medicine, he felt that he could have completely recovered by his own resistance. He didn't know what the man's previous identity was. When he looked at him without saying anything, he was quite scared and didn't dare to refute.

After raining for a whole day and night, the sky finally cleared up in the morning.

The two arrived in town early.

Everything in the shop was the same as before, and business was a little bleak. After selling for more than half a month, the initial bustle had passed.

Fortunately, the toothbrush and tooth powder are really effective. I used them when I first bought them and told people around me about them. Now almost every household uses toothbrushes and tooth powder.

It can prevent tooth decay and keep your breath away. I heard that every family in this town uses it, and the country folks are no different.

Not counting the goods ordered by merchant Liu later, the total profit during this period is more than fifty taels.

In ancient times, Jiang Shian felt very awesome for earning so much in just over a month.

There were not many people in the shop in the morning, so Ji Yinghuai finished the script that he had not finished writing yesterday and then showed it to Jiang Shian.

Jiang Shian glanced through it and after making sure there was no problem with the plot logic, he took it to the bookstore owner as soon as possible.

He can't always write about two men, this time he wrote about the mythological TV series Seven Fairies that he watched before. He has written about various immortal cultivation techniques before, and this includes mythological ones. I don't know if people will understand it after selling it.

The bookstore owner smiled brightly when he saw him. He made a lot of money this month. Not only did he get a chance to tell stories in teahouses based on the storybook, but he also had a stage show two days ago.

Now the troupe is going to the county town, singing as they go. This book number is not only in this small town, the owner is in the capital.

Maybe he can take this opportunity to show himself in front of the master, and in the future he will not only be the owner of a small bookstore.

"Young master is finally here. If you don't come to tell stories, the storyteller will have to repeat for the third time everything that the Immortal Master and his disciple have to say." The shopkeeper smiled and quickly invited Jiang Shi'an into the shop.

Jiang Shian smiled and handed him the storybook, and asked, "Manager Bai looks better and better, but the business is pretty good."

Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Bai couldn't stop smiling. He took the abacus beside him and started to fiddle with it. "There are quite a few wealthy men in our town, not to mention the rich men. Their sons and daughters are favored, and they have invited a troupe to perform several plays recently. We can also get money from the troupe, 30% for them and 70% for us. In addition, the books we sold these days are more than the income in the past six months."

The annual income of a bookstore would not be less than a hundred taels. There were many academies and study rooms in the town, and the pens, ink, paper and inkstones used by students were the most expensive. It was more than the income of half a year. Jiang Shian was suddenly a little shocked. No matter where he went, there were still many rich people.

Although their place is small, this storybook is sold for two taels of silver per copy. Shopkeeper Bai knows how to do business and divides it into two volumes to sell. Since his bookstore is the only one that has it, anyone who wants to read it can come and borrow it, but they cannot copy it, and after writing it down, they cannot copy it to others.

There were always people in his shop during this period. After looking around all day, he couldn't just spend his time without buying anything.

Shopkeeper Bai was sitting aside flipping through the storybooks. He was also very interested in the love stories of the gods, but gods were not like ordinary people. Would it anger the gods if he wrote about them being together with humans?

"Of course I won't slander it without malicious intent. Isn't it written at the end of the story? It's pure fiction." You can disbelieve it, but you can't slander it. He used to be an atheist, but after traveling through another world, he naturally had more awe in his heart.

"Okay, then I'll take it. Just like before, I'll give you a deposit of fifteen taels first. If it sells well, there will be a chance for the troupe to perform a few more plays, and then we'll split the profits 50-50 as usual." The shopkeeper didn't say much to him, and after calculating the recent revenue from the troupe and teahouse, he asked the clerk to get the money.

A full fifty-five taels of silver was actually more than what he earned from selling toothpaste and tooth powder.

Jiang Shian was carrying a heavy load of silver in his arms. Shopkeeper Bai had already exchanged it for five ten-liang silver coins and five pieces of silver.

This is quite convenient, otherwise he would have to pay interest if he took it to a money shop to exchange it.

When Ji Yinghuai heard that he had made so much money, he was calm in his heart but still smiled with him, praising Jiang Shian for his intelligence and being able to come up with such a wonderful story.

Jiang Shian was flattered by his praise and a blush appeared on his face.

Ji Yinghuai knew that this bookstore was not only in villages and towns, but there were also several similar bookstores in Beijing. If one made money, the other side would naturally follow suit.

There is no shortage of wealthy families in Beijing, and a single play can earn hundreds or even thousands of taels of silver.

When it reached the young man's hand, there was only more than fifty taels.

Seeing that it was getting late, Ji Yinghuai stayed in the shop to watch while Jiang Shian went to buy lunch.

During these days, they also became familiar with many shops in the town, especially restaurants. Sometimes they were too busy to go home to cook, so they would go to the restaurant to eat.

The shopkeeper also knew the two of them, so there was no need to pack separate food boxes for them. He could just ask the waiter to prepare what they wanted to eat and carry the bowls to them.

After all, it was the man’s first meal after returning, so Jiang Shian was not stingy and directly ordered a few main dishes.

After leaving the restaurant with the waiter's farewell, he went to buy a few pounds of pastries.

In the afternoon, Ji Yinghuai drove the carriage back to the village. He could look after the shop by himself.

Ji Yinghuai remembered the badger oil that Jiang Shian mentioned, so he decided to take a bow and arrow and go into the mountains to look for it.

Hunting was the easiest thing for him. If he could make the boy smile at him and be happy about him, a few prey would be nothing to him.

About ten sets were sold throughout the day.

As it was getting close to evening and the sky was getting gloomy, Jiang Shian closed the shop early and planned to go home early.

Without a carriage he would have to walk for more than an hour.

After closing the shop door, he turned around and found that the owner of the grain and oil shop opposite was staring at him with ill intentions.

It was the fat guy who had been rude to him before. He didn't know why he had been much quieter these days and didn't come to harass him. He thought he had given up.

Jiang Shi'an felt extremely uncomfortable when he was stared at by that look.

He didn't even bother to look over there and quickened his pace to walk out of the town.

Li Shun looked at Jiang Shian's back, a sinister smile flashed across his eyes.

The man was not here, and the young man was alone today. He did not believe that he would fail, so he carried her home and slept with her. By then, she would have lost her reputation and her body would be his. She would have to wait in his house for his favor.

Thinking of being able to restrain such a handsome young man under his body, the smile on his face became more lewd, and he waved to the thugs who had been waiting on the side.

"I've seen that beautiful girl clearly. Catch her alive and don't hurt her. It would be heartbreaking if I hurt her."

"Don't worry, Brother Li. We have never failed in our work. Why do we need so many brothers to deal with this little boy? We will definitely send him back to your house safely." The leader of the gangsters spoke in a flattering tone. He treated Li Shun more like their father than a customer.

Li Shun was getting happier and happier. He threw his money bag onto the table next to him and said, "Okay, this is money for you to drink. I'll give you a big reward when you come back. You've been watching me for a few days. You might miss the chance today. Don't lose me."

"Yes!"

Jiang Shian had no idea that he was being watched. He walked down the street carrying the vegetables and cakes he had just bought.

He understood the principle of not showing off one's wealth, so he put all the silver in a box and asked Ji Yinghuai to put it in the carriage to take it back.

Apart from the remaining twenty or so copper coins, all he had on him were the things in his hands.

The sun was blocked by dark clouds, and from time to time a gust of wind blew from the sky, blowing up the soil on the ground, making it look quite dazzling.

As he was walking, he suddenly felt something was wrong, as if in addition to his footsteps there were also the footsteps of four or five other people.

There are many branch roads on this main road leading to several surrounding villages, but this group of people have been following him here since they left the battle.

Of course, there are many small villages around their village, and many of them are on the same road, but he just felt something was weird, and he became alert. He inadvertently turned his head to look at the surrounding woods and glanced back with the corner of his eye.

As expected, he was not from the village. He did not carry a backpack on the way back to the village, and his clothes were made of very good material without a single patch.

Plus, the look in his eyes really didn't seem like a good one.

They are either thugs or local hooligans.

He shifted the dish and the box of pastries to one hand and rubbed his palm with his free hand.

He has been exercising every morning and evening these days. I wonder if his black belt has deteriorated?

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face, and he was looking forward to what the other party was going to do.