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The next morning, Zhou Chenli came out of the backyard and came to the study in the front yard.

Butler Qian, who was standing at the door of the study, saw Zhou Chenli and quickly bowed, "Good morning, Duke."

Zhou Chenli glanced at Butler Qian and asked, "Does the Butler know what a spider spirit is?"

When Butler Qian heard what the Duke said, he covered his face with shame and said, "Master, why are you asking this?"

Butler Qian: I knew I couldn’t keep it a secret. The Duke would find out sooner or later.

"Hmph, I'm not asking about that. What am I asking about? I don't even know when this Duke's Mansion of mine became a demon cave. Butler, come and tell me what's going on."

Zhou Chenli was so angry that he threw his sleeves and walked into the study. He sat at the table and looked at the white-haired housekeeper Qian in front of him.

"Oh, Duke, that Xu Miao in the backyard made up this story to coax the young master into eating."

In recent days, Butler Qian has been subjected to a series of soul-searching questions:

"Butler, do you know that Sun Wukong can really transform into seventy-two different forms?"

"Butler, where is the Western Paradise? Is there really such a place?"

"Butler, do you know there's a black bear monster out there, the kind that steals things?"

Even the groom at the Duke's Mansion asked him, "Head Steward, what kind of breed is a white dragon horse? Talk to the Duke about getting one and trying it out. It'll definitely work for driving."

There were crickets everywhere in the Duke's Mansion, and he didn't know what to do.

There is no way to punish anyone, and no one has done anything wrong. They were just discussing some new things in private, and they didn't do anything wrong.

It is impossible to forbid it. I heard that the lady took the lead in listening in the young master's yard.

He was so upset that he warned the servants in the mansion not to spread the news outside the mansion.

You can talk whatever you want in the Duke's Mansion, but it cannot be spread outside the mansion. If anyone spreads it outside, he will be beaten to death.

The day before yesterday, his wife asked him to go to the backyard and said she had something to discuss with him.

Butler Qian happily went to the backyard to see the lady, who suddenly asked about the restaurant and teahouse in the Duke's Mansion.

Oh, Butler Qian thought: Madam has never cared about this matter in all these years.

After asking carefully, Butler Qian found out that the lady said that the story Xu Miao made up to coax the child was very brilliant.

I want to find someone who can write a picture book, polish the story, and put it in the storytellers in restaurants and teahouses.

He also said that if the storyteller told the story well, he would definitely attract more people to the restaurant.

He also wanted to find someone who was good at painting, saying that he wanted to draw the Monkey King and show the young master what he looked like.

When Butler Qian heard this, he thought, "Oh, I have to think about this matter carefully."

If he fails to do so, he will be a nobody in the family and outside the family.

The first cautious step was for Butler Qian to go to Zhou Jiyuan's backyard at night to listen to Xu Miao talk about Monkey King.

Isn’t it said that seeing is believing? Butler Qian also wanted to see how powerful this Monkey King was, so everyone in the mansion asked him for monsters.

When Butler Qian arrived at Zhou Jiyuan's backyard at night, he saw people everywhere!

Xu Miao sat on the stone bench in the middle of the yard. His wife sat beside him, holding the little boy. The little boy seemed to be holding a stick in his arms.

Various fruits, snacks and tea were placed on the stone table.

Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Han sat on a small bench in front, still holding the tools they used to make shoes for the young master. They listened while busying themselves with their hands.

Chun'er and the other maids stood behind the lady, stretching their necks and pricking up their ears.

The outer circle was surrounded by a group of servants and maids, some standing and some squatting.

Everyone was silent. In the yard, Xu Miao was sitting there telling the story of Sun Wukong's three fights with the White Bone Demon in a vivid manner.

Butler Qian found a corner and stood there listening for a while.

You know what, this Monkey King is really attractive.

When he heard that Sun Wukong had killed the White Bone Demon with one stick, Butler Qian couldn't help but applaud with everyone else.

Butler Qian was listening with great interest when Xu Miao's voice suddenly stopped.

Butler Qian: Didn't they say they would beat the White Bone Demon three times? Why is it over with just one blow?

As Xu Miao's voice stopped, the yard became as lively as a boiling pot.

First, Zhou Jiyuan broke free from his mother's arms and shouted, "Where are you running to, monster? Take a stick from me, Old Sun."

After he finished speaking, he swung the so-called golden cudgel in his hand so hard that it almost knocked down everything on the table.

The lady was so frightened that she cursed and backed away repeatedly.

The maids, old women, and servants were talking enthusiastically.

"This Monkey King is so powerful that he can see through human skin that it's a demon."

"Oh, that master is such a coward! Even though he's a master, he still can't recognize which one is a monster. He's really wronging Monkey King."

Mother Yang chased after Xu Miao and asked, "Ah Miao, what do you think that demon looks like? Is it scary? It would be nice if we could see a picture of it."

In short, Zhou Jiyuan's yard was like a vegetable market, full of chaos.

After listening to this for two days, Butler Qian realized that this Monkey King was indeed quite capable.

Otherwise, how could he, an old man half buried in the ground, spend his free time wondering whether the White Bone Demon was dead or not?

Steward Qian was a man who had seen many ups and downs, so he could naturally see business opportunities in the story of Monkey King.

After hearing what his wife said, Butler Qian knew that the opportunity to make money had come.

Diandian came to see Zhou Chenli early in the morning, but he didn't expect that the first thing the Duke asked him was if he knew the spider spirit.

He had never heard of the story of the spider spirit. No, he had to convince the Duke to do this no matter what.

"Master, the story of Monkey King is indeed fascinating. I listened to it for two days straight, and now I have nothing better to do than think about the White Bone Demon."

After finishing his speech, he did not forget to explain to Zhou Chenli, "Last night we talked about Sun Wukong's three fights against the White Bone Demon. Sun Wukong is the name of the Monkey King."

Butler Qian continued, "Madam came to me a few days ago and said she wanted to find someone to polish the story of Sun Wukong and send it to the restaurant and teahouse of our Duke's Mansion for the storyteller to tell."

"He also said he wanted to find a painter to draw this Monkey King for the young master to see."

"Master, I think this is feasible. We can make money if we do it well."

Butler Qian encouraged them with all his might, his old face flushed with excitement.

As soon as Zhou Chenli heard what Butler Qian said, he knew that this must have been Xu Miao's idea for his wife.

When has his wife ever cared about these things?

Forget it, just think of it as giving his wife some fun so she doesn't have to bother him for no reason.

Zhou Chenli said to Butler Qian, "Just do as Madam says. Go to the front yard and find someone among the staff who can write a picture book, and also find someone who is good at painting, and send them to Madam."

"And more." Zhou Chenli looked at Butler Qian.

...Old guy, you’re still working hard.

"Go find Xu Miao and ask her what she wants to do. If you can make money, you and Xu Miao will split 50%, and the other 50% will be given to Madam as pocket money."

Butler Qian...it's an unexpected surprise, and he gets a share too, so he has to be careful about this matter.

Butler Qian happily agreed: "I understand, sir. I'll go right away."

Butler Qian left Zhou Chenli's study and thought that there was a Mr. Li among the staff in the front yard who seemed to be very good at writing, and it would be a good idea to use him to write a sketchbook.

Ask the one who can draw. Now he wants to know what the goblin looks like.