According to the records in the book.
Ziyue has always existed in this world and did not appear suddenly.
And when the purple moon rises, evil spirits will wake up, either practicing, causing chaos, or gathering in groups to do some unspeakable things.
Therefore, most of the time, everyone keeps their doors closed after dark and rarely goes out to prevent being entangled by evil spirits.
Of course, the city should be safer. There are [ancient treasures] and great sacrifices to protect the country, which can suppress evil spirits.
However, it is still dangerous.
After all, [ancient treasure] is a dead object after all. Although it can suppress the power of evil spirits, it cannot actively subjugate and eliminate demons.
As for outside the city?
It is a place that ordinary people cannot go.
Of course, this refers to the dark night, and it is still very safe outside the city during the day.
Li Suijiu gradually gained a clearer understanding of the world.
"It turns out that [day] and [night] in this world are actually two completely different worlds, and the key point of triggering is Ziyue!"
Then, I read some strange stories.
Judging from the records, if ghosts want to harm people, most of them still need some [deception] or [confusion] methods.
As the storyteller in the teahouse said, if a water ghost wants to eat children, it must rely on drums to attract them and lure them with fish to succeed.
This reminded Li Suijiu of Zhao Si yesterday.
Zhao Si also said that he wanted to 'return the fish'.
Moreover, he also tricked Li Suijiu into opening the door. If he didn't open the door, he probably wouldn't be able to use his methods.
"It seems that I am right. Ghosts are transformed by humans and are inherently weaker than humans. If you want to harm humans, you must rely on confusion and deception."
However, the book also talks about powerful evil spirits.
This kind is somewhat different from weak ghosts. Most of them can be called monsters and have some special methods.
Fortunately, the evil spirits are extremely intelligent and know that there are [ancient treasures] in the city to suppress them, so they generally will not enter the city easily.
Li Suijiu flipped through the book in his hand for a while, and quickly finished it. This miscellany was too thin, and there were only eleven or two strange stories.
After the shopkeeper brought the tea and pastries, he asked the shopkeeper again: "Do you still have a book of strange stories and miscellaneous notes?"
But the shop owner said that there was only one copy and no more would be available.
Li Suijiu was a bit disbelieving when he saw it.
He also said: “This kind of miscellany is not popular, so there are actually very few people who write it. Moreover, if you have not experienced this kind of story, you really can’t write it.
But most people who encounter ghosts and monsters eventually die, so how can they leave any stories behind?
Some people who run around in the world know a little bit about it, but these people are scattered too widely, and it is really difficult to get the stories from them and sort them out.
Therefore, most of the strange and strange stories can only be popular in teahouses and taverns.
After all, storytellers only need to tell one or two stories to get some reward, but it is very rare for them to write a book of stories. "
After thinking for a while, he added: "It is rare to have this copy in the store. Even in a big bookstore, I am afraid there will not be more than two copies."
Hearing this, Li Suijiu understood. No wonder this "Wandering Strange Tales" is so thin.
It turns out that this world is not only filled with bad stories, but also has very few!
This was simply better than he imagined!
So, he asked directly: "If I have a story, I can turn it into a book and borrow it. Can I sell it for money?"
"It's sold!" the shop owner replied very cheerfully: "This kind of book is actually the most read by people. Not to mention that the book is borrowed, even one or two new stories are still sold very well."
As he spoke, he also took out the rental record.
Sure enough, this book "Wandering Strange Tales" has the highest rental rate.
After the rental record was displayed, the shop owner continued: "If Li Huaijin really has an interesting story, as long as he can write it down, I, Deya Jingxuan, are willing to pay a high price!"
At this time, the shop owner showed his full businessman nature, boasting and analyzing the profits in depth, almost spitting on Li Suijiu's face.
Li Suijiu laughed in his heart, just as he observed.
This shopkeeper is not a real scholar.
In this way, he no longer had any scruples: "In that case, please lend me this copy of "Wandering Strange Tales" for reference."
"???" the shop owner.
Without giving the shopkeeper much time to react, Li Suijiu put "Wandering Stories" and "Da Xian Geography" into his arms.
The shop owner was a little confused for a moment: "Li Huaijin, you can just carry this copy of "Traveler's Tales", why do you also carry this "Da Xian Geography"?"
"From now on, if you and I cooperate, we will make huge profits." Li Suijiu picked up the woodcutter and bamboo basket: "The shop owner doesn't want me to cooperate with other bookstores, right?"
"..." Shopkeeper.
"By the way, you still don't know the name of the shop owner?" Li Suijiu bowed.
"Come next Ji Changlai." Seeing Li Suijiu's gift, Ji Changlai naturally returned the gift immediately.
"What a good name. Just because of this name, I will come here often in the future!" Li Suijiu smiled proudly.
After saying that, he put on the remaining pastries as well.
[Deya Jingxuan] came out directly.
Ji Changlai stood frozen on the spot, unable to react at all.
By the time he came to his senses, Li Suijiu had already left the store and walked away.
Only then did Ji Changlai remember that Li Suijiu not only took away two of his books, but also didn't give him any money for tea or cakes.
"Wait a minute, Li Huaijin, you haven't paid for your tea yet!"
"That's the best Yueshan Yunwu!"
"And pastries...
"What the hell... we haven't started cooperating yet?! Oh~ you just... make me angry!!"
"..."
Li Suijiu didn't even turn his head.
Do you think if you scream loud enough, I won't let you have sex for nothing?
A businessman is so naive.
With the books and pastries bought for free in my arms, my mood became even better.
He plans to let the classic novel "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" shine in this world, which can be regarded as a "meeting gift" to the world.
Since we come here with memories, we must ultimately leave a lasting mark.
As for what to write in the opening chapter?
He has thought about it.
Write "Nie Xiaoqian" first.
The reason is that the story of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" is inherently loose. If you want to become an instant hit, you must come up with a classic.
Of course, one piece of "Nie Xiaoqian" will definitely not be enough to read, and a few more will be added. By then, it will definitely set off a frenzy of "Liao Zhai" in the world.
So, no more shopping.
He went straight back to [Huaijin Thatched Cottage].
…
When we arrived at Huaijin Thatched Cottage, it was already noon.
Didn't come home all night.
But there haven't been many changes in the thatched cottage.
The winding path is still like a snake, and two Buddha lotuses lie quietly in the large water tank.
The flower stamens on the old elm tree are in full bloom. I think in a month, there will be bunches of elm money growing on them, which can not only be eaten, but can also be brewed into wine.
Li Suijiu pushed open the wooden fence and walked in.
The first thing to enter is naturally the kitchen.
Opening the lid of the iron pot, there were three steamed buns inside, plus a small piece of meatloaf and a plate of vegetables. In addition, there was a fried egg?
It seems that Qian'er has not missed her appointment and was here last night.
It's a pity that Ji Qingzhu forced him to stay overnight. Otherwise, there would have been a continuous spring rain in the thatched cottage last night.
When I think of Ji Qingzhu, I think of Fushan Tang, and when I think of Fushan Tang, I think of Tong Xiaotang...
"Tong Xiaotang's paper-tying technique is a wonderful skill. If given the chance, I really want to give her some advice on how to improve it!"
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a black shadow jumping down from the roof.
Dingqing took a look.
Was it the black cat from last night?
The dark coat color is bright and smooth, and the golden eyes are brilliant.
The little black cat sat upright on the ground, looking at the handsome scholar in the kitchen, with strong joy in his eyes.
"Meow~"
This black cat again?
Li Suijiu raised the corner of his mouth: "Tell me, was Zhao Si killed by you?"
"Meow!"
The black cat tilted his head, looking like a fool.
