After waiting for Chunyu Yue's permission, Chunyu Jia hired someone to take the book to the printing department and ask for a seal.
The reason why he wanted to hire someone was because Chunyu Jia also felt that his book was not worthy of recognition, so he did not want to embarrass Dr. Chunyu.
The people in the printing department were very efficient and the seals were stamped quickly.
With this big seal, Chunyujia could choose a printing house and start printing books.
In fact, there is no need to choose. There is only one printing factory in Xianyang City, and that is the printing factory of Shangjun Courtyard.
Chunyujia took the book to Shangjun Courtyard, and the people at the printing house had no objections. As long as you give money, as long as there is a big seal, then we will print it for you.
After Chunyu Jia paid the money, he left happily.
In fact, Chunyu Jia always had a dream of writing a book deep in his heart.
When Chunyu Jia was young, he had not yet entered Dr. Chunyu's house.
At that time, Chun Yujia was not called Chun Yujia. He had a little boy named Nihou.
He lives in a village in the woods and lives with his grandmother.
When Chun Yujia remembered this, her grandmother was already very old. She could not read, but she had many stories in her belly.
Chunyujia grew up listening to these stories.
Now that Chunyujia is approaching his grandmother's age, he always thinks that one day, if he has the chance, he can compile these stories as a way to commemorate his grandmother.
The book to be printed this time is one of my grandmother’s many stories.
Chun Yujia made some slight adaptations to cater to Dr. Chun Yu's psychology and turned the protagonist into a scholar.
Dr. Chunyu agreed to go to printing. This was a good sign and the first step had been completed. If this book sells well, the second step will be completed.
If this book gets a good response, Chunyujia will write other books one after another.
Chunyu Jia left Shangjun's courtyard with great ambition, but as soon as he came out, he was stopped by a craftsman.
Chunyu Jia turned around and asked uneasily: "What? What's the matter?"
The craftsman smiled and said, "I have invited you to banish the immortal."
Chunyu Jia was a little embarrassed and muttered: Sophora millet? What does he want from me? Aren’t my books good enough?
Chunyu Jia felt a little disappointed.
Not long after, he followed the craftsman and met Li Shui.
Li Shui looked at Chunyu Jia with a smile and said, "Excuse me, did you write this book yourself?"
Chunyu Jia responded: "I wrote it myself."
Li Shui nodded: "Talent, what a talent."
Chunyu Jia was a little dazed: What? Could it be that the banished immortal likes it very much?
Chunyu Jia has always listened to her grandmother's stories with gusto. But he always felt very inferior. He felt that these stories were only for the poor and humble people, and those noble ones would definitely not be interested.
So he never told these stories to others.
Until the publication of Prince Fu Yao's Northern Journey. Chunyu Jia suddenly felt confident: If this kind of book can be done...then I can do it too.
Chunyu Jia's book was prepared to be sold to those poor people.
Unexpectedly, the banished immortal praised this story so much?
For a time, Chunyu Jia's prejudice against Li Shui disappeared a little bit.
However, bias is always present. After all, Dr. Chunyu hates Sophora japonica, so Chunyu Jia also has to hate Sophora japonica in order to appear loyal.
Li Shui said to Chunyu Jia: "It seems that your book has not been named yet."
Chunyu Jia responded and said, "Yes, I haven't decided on a name yet."
Li Shui thought for a while and said to Chunyu Yue, "How about we give her a tackier name and call her a talented scholar and a beautiful lady?"
Xianglizhu next to him sighed: "This name is indeed vulgar enough."
Li Shui glanced at her: "I heard that your research on manure has made some progress. How far has it progressed?"
Xianglizhu rolled his eyes: "If you really care that much, you can come and visit."
Li Shui chuckled and thought: I am a fool. I am not a dung beetle. Why do I care so much about dung?
However, Li Shui's questions successfully reminded Xiang Lizhu of her research, and she quickly left here to continue her scientific research.
Li Shui looked at Chunyu Jia, smiled and asked, "What do you think of this name?"
Chunyu Jia thought for a while, since his book was aimed at poor people, of course the more straightforward it would be, the better. If it was too complicated, they might not be able to understand it.
So Chunyu Jia nodded and agreed.
Li Shui looked at Chun Yujia with great satisfaction: "I can't believe that Dr. Chun Yu's residence can cultivate such talents. Just write with confidence and boldness. After the book is sold, I will arrange for someone to adapt it. Cheng Pingshu."
Chunyu Jia was shocked: "Can the book "Little Man" be like the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, with storytellers telling it everywhere?"
Li Shui hummed: "That's natural. The Romance of the Three Kingdoms is naturally a good dish, but people will get tired of eating the same dish all day long. It's good to change the taste from time to time."
"Don't worry, you are the original author after all. When the money is earned, it will be divided to you in proportion."
Chunyu Jia felt as if he was in a dream: He was just writing a story, how could he...how could he still get rich?
Chunyu Jia walked away in a daze. It wasn't until he entered Xianyang City and was about to reach the doctor's residence that he grinned.
Chunyu Jia laughed silently for a while, but felt that it was not enough, so he laughed loudly in a deserted alley.
The main reason why he had to hide his laughter from others was that the rules in Chunyu's mansion were strict and everyone had to abide by etiquette.
Dancing like this and laughing without regard for dignity is a bit rude.
Chunyu Jia has been observing etiquette almost all his life, until now he suddenly found that being bound by so-called etiquette all day long... was a bit tiring.
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Chunyu Jia returned to his mansion happily. A few miles away, in a dark cell, two other people were sitting with sad faces.
One is Han Mei and the other is Yong Chi.
Han Mei was holding a handful of straw in her hand.
He took out one and said: "Leave today."
He took out another one and said: "Leave tomorrow."
Yong Chi has been doing this trick for many days. Sometimes I'll leave today, sometimes I'll leave tomorrow. But whether today or tomorrow, it has never been fulfilled.
Yong Chi was helpless.
In fact, he also knew that banishing immortals would most likely forget about him, a small person.
Every time in the dead of night, Yong Chi wanted to cry: It was clearly agreed at the beginning that I would be put in jail for a few days and then released. But how many days have it been now?
Being in jail is not just about sitting in a cell and waiting for food.
Sometimes when there is a shortage of manpower, they have to be pulled out to work. If you are slow, you will be whipped.
Many times, Yong Chi wanted to kill him head-on.
Han Mei, who was in the next cell, was looking at the sky with a dull look on his face.
He has an expressionless face most of the time, but when someone passes by, he becomes panicked and sometimes looks around furtively.
Han Mei was worried that someone was looking for him. Because once someone comes over, it may mean that he will be dragged out and beheaded.
After all, he once framed Prince Fu Yao, which was a huge crime.
When he first arrived in the cell, Han Mei was very hostile to Yong Chi. If it weren't for the fence, he would have bitten Yong Chi into pieces.
But as time passed, Han Mei also looked away.
He deserved this incident, and Yong Chi was just following orders.
Compared to himself, Yong Chi was even more unlucky to be locked up here for no reason.
As a result, Han Mei and Yong Chi became friends.
We're not really close friends, but we can chat and talk every day, which can be considered a relief from boredom.
On this day, Han Mei and Yong Chi were talking to each other, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside.
Han Mei and Yong Chi stopped talking at the same time.
Han Mei muttered silently in her heart: "You are not here to find me, you are not here to find me."
Yong Chi muttered silently in his heart: "You are here to find me, you are here to find me."
As expected, the footsteps came in this direction.
Han Mei's heart was pounding, his whole body was weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
Yong Chi's heart was beating very hard, and he was dancing and dancing as if he had taken a tonic, unable to rest for a moment.
Finally, the people outside stopped. Stopped in front of their two cells.
Han Mei and Yong Chi both held their breath and concentrated.
The man said calmly: "Who is Han Mei?"
When Han Mei heard this, his face turned pale and he almost fainted.
When Yong Chi heard this, he was disappointed and sat on the ground again.
Han Mei made a sound from his throat: "I...I am Han Mei."
The man said, "Come with us."
Han Mei could no longer walk. The man simply called two jailers and dragged Han Mei out of the prison.
Yong Chi called after them: "My lord, I am Yong Chi. Please tell me to Shang Jun's Courtyard."
The man said impatiently: "A trip to Shangjun's Courtyard costs one hundred thousand yuan. Let me tell you this, it costs a lot of money. How can I have that spare money?"
Yong Chi almost cried.
The man took Han Mei outside the prison.
The sun shone on Han Mei's face, and Han Mei could hardly open her eyes.
After all, he has been in jail for too long and has not seen the sun for too long.
Han Mei looked at everything around him greedily. After all, he couldn't see this colorful world for much longer.
The man suddenly said to Han Mei: "Your Majesty originally wanted to kill Brother Han, but the banished immortal begged for your mercy. The banished immortal said that you were just obsessed with it for a moment. Although you committed a crime, it was ridiculous and not worthy of severe punishment. .”
Han Mei turned pale after hearing this. This sentence is simply more uncomfortable than killing him.
The man continued: "Therefore, the banished immortal suggested that your majesty send you to the Western Regions to teach the people there to read and digitize. After all, there are still many illiterate people in the Qin Dynasty, and it is a time when there is a shortage of manpower. Mr. Han, you are very lucky. OK."
Han Mei said with complicated emotions: "Thank you for banishing the immortal."
This life was indeed saved. But next we have to go to the Western Regions. Thousands of mountains and rivers, thousands of rivers and mountains, maybe he died on the way.
Han Mei, with the thought that a person is about to die and speaks kindly, said to the man: "The brother who was in prison just now, please go to Shangjun Courtyard to report a letter. As for the one hundred thousand money, I will pay for it." Yes, Your Majesty did not confiscate my property, I still have the money. You can go and ask for more, and the remaining money will be considered your hard-earned money."
The man gave Han Mei a strange look, then nodded.
If someone is willing to take advantage of you, don't give it for free.
Before leaving, Han Mei asked the man: "Doesn't my case need to be continued? For example, why did I suddenly slander Master Fu Yao? For example, do I still have any accomplices?"
The man said calmly: "There is no need to interrogate him any more. The Immortal has such a clever plan. Is there anything I can't guess?"
Han Mei nodded and said with emotion: "That's true."
In fact, there really is no need to re-examine it. Because Zhang Liang mistook Li Shui for Huang Shigong, he had already told everything.
So... Li Shui had completely eaten up Han Mei, so he asked him to go to the Great West to contribute his last strength to the Great Qin.
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One day later, Yong Chi was taken out of the prison.
The moment he saw the sun, he knelt on the ground and cried for a long time.
Then, he returned to Shang Jun's Courtyard in tears, and saw the gains that he had long forgotten about.
When Yi Huo saw Yong Chi, he was still a little embarrassed.
After all, he made a lot of money selling his swords. He has been busy counting the money these days and completely forgot about Yong Chi.
However, the master and servant soon reconciled, because Yi Huo gave Yong Chi a compensation of 10,000 yuan.
For Yong Chi, 10,000 yuan is simply a huge amount of money that he will never earn in his lifetime.
For Yihuo, ten thousand dollars is really nothing. It's the kind of money that you don't even bother to pick up if it falls on the ground.
So, everyone was happy.
The master and servant pair visited the colorful world of Xianyang City. At first, they planned to return to Peixian County.
But then I thought about it, Peixian County is too poor. Will I still be able to eat delicious pastries after I go back? Can we still see a telescope and a gramophone? Can I still use fairy paper?
Finally, the decision was made to take the family over from Pei County and take root in Xianyang City.
Yong Chi had no objection to this decision. He had already begun to plan to bring his family over and set up a stall outside Shang Jun's courtyard to make money.
Just as the master and servant were planning their future, they suddenly heard a woman's scream.
The two people were startled and looked at each other in unison: Could it be that inside the Shangjun Courtyard...
They shuddered.
In the end, the two people couldn't hold back their curiosity and quietly walked towards a small courtyard.
The scream just now came from this small courtyard.
The two men peered inside. I found two people standing there.
An old man and a beautiful girl. Both men were laughing.
In this courtyard, there are many crops on the ground.
There is also a strange-looking machine on the shelf.
The two people in the yard were actually Tian Weng and Xiangli Zhu.
They have studied and understood the mechanism by which manure works. The two men believe that if fertilizer is applied according to their theory, the yield of crops in the field will be greatly improved.
It's really a leap.
From now on, people in the world will probably never go hungry again.
