My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

Bai Shaoqiu didn't know that the three thousand taels of silver had already been collected by his mother-in-law.

He thought about giving the three thousand taels of silver to Uncle Fu first. After all, Sanwei Bookstore and Baicao Garden were a big deal.

He was not very sure whether he could make money by publishing the book, or how much money he could make.

Although "A Dream of Red Mansions" is a famous book from the previous life, but if it is sold in the current world... he has no idea how much interest people in this world will have in such a book.

There is probably no need to worry about selling it.

But it’s hard to say how much it can sell for.

Xiling City is very small, and books are very expensive.

Of course, if The Story of the Stone receives a very good response in Xiling City after its release, bookstores in other places will probably also come to seek cooperation.

This book is a trial by fire.

First, to understand the market of Xingguo Bookstore, and second... to see if this path can be continued.

Being able to just write casually at home, no, just copy diligently, and have a steady and substantial income is certainly the best life state for Bai Shaoqiu.

If The Story of the Stone becomes a big hit, he decided to make himself the most arrogant plagiarist among all the time travelers!

Dongfang Changying seemed to be thinking about this as well, and she asked:

"By the way, regarding the bookstore you mentioned, when you saw Uncle Fu today, did you ask him if he had found a suitable shop?"

"I found it. Uncle Fu will go and finalize it tomorrow, but it will take some time to open the bookstore."

"Firstly, we have only written eight chapters of The Story of the Stone, and secondly, we need to find a suitable printing workshop."

"No rush, there's plenty of time, take your time."

"Well, who are you...waiting for at Shangling Academy?"

"That's the girl named Xianxian. Her real identity is actually the Ninth Princess."

Dongfang Changying stared at Bai Shaoqiu for two breaths, pretending to be surprised:

"She's the Ninth Princess? Why are you waiting for her?"

Bai Shaoqiu grinned and said, "It's okay to tell you now. The gambling game opened by Jubao Bank this time was the idea I gave her."

Dongfang Changying: "...So you profited from this as well? How much silver did you get?"

Bai Shaoqiu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You won't believe it, but the manager Qian from Jubao Bank came and said that he bet on me to lose over two million taels of silver!"

"According to the agreement, if I win the championship, I will get more than 700,000 taels!"

"Ah...but I never expected that someone would be so bold as to offer such a large sum of money for me to win!"

"The largest sum is one hundred thousand taels!"

"This guy just shared out a million taels of silver!"

"There was another person who also bet on me for 60,000 taels of silver and won..."

Bai Shaoqiu spread his hands:

"This is the cooked duck flying away!"

"In the end, we only got a little over 50,000 taels of silver, alas..."

"You said, everyone in Xiling City knows that I'm a loser. Is the person who bet on me to win mentally ill?"

"I didn't get much, those two took it all!"

Dongfang Changying chuckled: "...That's fine, after all, I got over 50,000 taels for free."

"Where's the silver?"

Bai Shaoqiu spread his hands:

"The people of Xiling City are so desperate after losing so much money that they might even want to kill me. I'll wait a couple of days until they've calmed down and then I'll go to Jubao Bank and deposit the money into my account."

"Oh, that Ninth Princess, she... didn't she ask you to meet her someday?"

Bai Shaoqiu shook his head decisively:

"She's a princess. She'll be leaving for the capital tomorrow."

Dongfang Changying secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "It's late at night, and you're tired today, so you should rest early."

"Brother-in-law,"

Dongfang Meng took a handkerchief and wiped it: "It's still early, how about I teach you martial arts?"

"...How do you teach?"

"Hold the stone pillar!"

"...I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

……

……

The morning light appears.

Bai Shaoqiu got up early as usual.

Standing in the patio and smelling the fragrance of pear blossoms in the early morning, he stretched his muscles and began his routine morning run.

Starting from the small building, running around the pear garden outside is about two kilometers.

After these days of recovery training, Bai Shaoqiu can already run three laps.

This cannot be compared with the physical fitness of his previous life, but it is much better than when he first came to this world.

When he finished the first lap, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind him.

He turned his head and looked...

That silly brother-in-law was running towards him with a huge millstone on his back!

"Brother-in-law... run!"

"I'll accompany you!"

Bai Shaoqiu: “…”

He started again, and with a whoosh sound, Dongfang Meng had already run ahead of him.

That guy walks very fast!

The millstone he was carrying probably weighed about 180 kilograms!

But it seems to have no effect on him at all!

This hit Bai Shaoqiu hard, but what could he do?

You can't use your own weaknesses to attack others' strengths. Wouldn't it be hard on yourself to compete with this foolish and reckless man in strength?

He adjusted his mindset and continued running at his own pace.

After running three laps, Dongfang Meng had already completed ten laps!

He stopped outside the pear garden, panting.

Dongfang Meng was still running, as fast as the wind.

Bai Shaoqiu looked at Dongfang Meng's back for a moment, feeling quite emotional, thinking that this must be the difference between gain and loss.

After the bookstore matter is concluded, I will go back to the palace with Dongfang Meng.

After all, the prince and princess are still his nominal father-in-law and mother-in-law, so he should go back and see them.

The main purpose was to visit the doorman, Old Yu, to see if there was any possibility for him to practice martial arts.

I can’t fly... I’m not willing to give up after all.

Outside the pear garden are fields.

The rice seedlings in the fields have been planted, and occasionally farmers can be seen on the ridges checking the water in the fields.

There was a big yellow dog following an old farmer. It seemed to see Bai Shaoqiu standing outside the pear orchard, and it barked twice.

The old farmer, holding a pipe in his mouth, also looked towards the cottage, and a smile appeared on his dark, wrinkled face.

The lazy girl from the landlord would occasionally come to stay at Chunman Cottage throughout the year.

But it was always her or some girls she brought with her.

There was also an old man who came, but he left on the same day.

Now there is a young man living here... I don’t know if he is related to the lazy girl, but he must be a very close person.

The young man ran like this every day, and no one knew what he was running for. It turned out that rich people really have different preferences.

Bai Shaoqiu also looked at the old farmer.

Then the old farmer shook the pipe in his hand and put it into the sweat towel tied around his waist.

He bent down, rolled up his trouser legs, and went down to the field.

Bai Shaoqiu immediately became interested, so he walked towards the old farmer.

Dongfang Meng ran back, stopped, and took a look...

Hey, what is my brother-in-law doing?

After thinking for a while, he returned to the cottage with the millstone on his back and placed it on the millstone. Just then, Dongfang Changying came out of the kitchen.

"Sibaozi, where is your brother-in-law?"

"He went to the fields."

"…What is he doing in the fields?"

Dongfang fiercely took out his stick and started dancing with it. "Of course, I'm farming in the fields. Sister, when will you return my money?"