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For example, a story about the strange story of Song Dingbo catching ghosts. When Song Dingbo was young, he met ghosts at night and pretended to be a ghost, and he walked along the way, and deceived the ghosts into being afraid of being spitting. Later, he forced the ghosts to carry the ghosts to the market, and the ghosts turned into sheep. He spitted the sheep so that they could not change and sold them for 1,500 yuan. The full text is only more than a hundred words. It is a complete strange story.

More than 80,000 words... Manager Liu was a little curious about what Li Xianyuan wrote. I thought I could write a poem about weather. No matter how bad it is, it would be less than that. Even if I write so many words randomly, I can't finish it in a short time.

Manager Hu waved his hand and said generously: "Since it is the head of the Li case, the price will be closed on 300 pages."

The subordinate nodded and looked at Li Xianyuan, his eyes were indifferent: "As you told me, divide the upper and lower parts, each part of which is 160 pages. If there is no problem, let's start doing it."

His indifference is slightly different from the immortal fate. Li Xianyuan is due to his nature and is gradually melting over time. However, he is as indifferent as his heart is dead, and it seems that there is a big story.

"Go and go." Manager Hu waved his hand and asked him to leave. After he left, he complained to Li Xianyuan and Manager Liu: "The people he recruited two years ago are very serious, but they are just as serious as dead people. It is easy to use.

Li Xianyuan looked at the back of the man, thinking about something.

Manager Hu collected four pages and one article, which means that the cost of one book is about eighty articles.

Li Xianyuan gave Guan Jun Hu one hundred taels and asked him to print a thousand copies first.

The cost is 80 cents, which means that Li Xianyuan has to sell at least 90 cents to recover the cost and make some small profits. However, ordinary families would not be willing to spend 90 cents to buy books. How could those who are willing to buy a novel of monsters?

In other words, if someone really bought this book, it was also for the name of Li Xianyuan, not the content of the book.

This doesn't matter. Li Xianyuan's money is very simple. Even if he sends all these books, it doesn't matter.

One thousand books, Li Xianyuan and Guan Shi Hu made an appointment for the second half of the month. Half a month later, the book seal workshop sent a thousand books.

After the transaction was completed, Li Xianyuan and Manager Liu left the hot workshop and got on the carriage.

The coachman swung his whip, and the wheels turned, slowly heading towards Wuhou City in the distance.

Li Xianyuan also made up a book about Journey to the West.

After driving out not far, Manager Liu couldn't help it: "Mr. Li, that butterfly love flower... Do you really don't consider it? I'm also straightforward, and the weather poem has only been dozens since the founding of the Great Shang Dynasty. As long as you are willing to buy it, your value will be as rich as a country. The great merchants, wealthy gentry and celebrities from neighboring countries will squeeze their heads and want to buy it, and even monks, monsters, immortals and other monks, monsters, and immortals will come to join in the fun."

His words are true. The previous memorial of the Young Dragon Calamity can be seen.

Li Xianyuan thought about it, and the shopkeeper Liu waited for a moment with a hint of hope. Seeing Li Xianyuan shook his head and refused, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

The carriage entered the city gate. The speed slowed down a lot, not to mention that Li Xianyuan and a scholar could not beat her.

The emperor, whom he had never met, threw a big trouble for him.

When Li Xianyuan pushed the door and entered the room, what made Li Xianyuan feel slightly relieved was that there was no one in the room.

But a piece of rice paper was placed on the table and was pressed down by an oil lamp.

Turning around and closing the door, Li Xianyuan walked to the table and pulled out the rice paper, and a few lines of beautiful and fresh small characters jumped onto the paper.

Little Li, you must return before the hour of You every day. Otherwise, the law of the Great Shang Dynasty will be used.

The hour of You, that is, the hour of sunset.

The girl wrote this piece of paper for some reason, but Li Xianyuan put the paper back to its original place and ignored it.

Until late at night, Li Xianyuan fell asleep. The girl never showed up.

...

The next morning.

New Beijing Wuling Palace

Morning day

The hall is solemn and majestic, and magnificent. Eighteen rafters are carved with five-clawed golden dragons.

The originally solemn and dignified place could be heard outside the hall.

The ministers who are arrogant and above order their ministers to argue with each other, and the whole Wuling Palace is in chaos like a vegetable market.

And in the head of the hall, a figure on the golden lacquered dragon throne quietly witnessed everything.

The prince's sect and the second prince's sect stood on one side, and they were clearly separated. They used to fight against each other but now had the same purpose, which was to continue to work hard to increase the reward for Li Xianyuan.

At the same time, Li Xianyuan had just arrived at the academy.

The grass lake remains unchanged, and the willow trees hang down. When they arrive at the house, Li Xianyuan sees Situ Yanran sitting at the low table.

When he saw Li Xianyuan, Situ Yanran had her head and eyebrows, her pupils were cut with water. Her apricot lips were slightly opened as if she was going to say something. It was obvious that she was just a thirteen or fourteen. She was traveling with ordinary people.

Li Xianyuan was sent back to the inn and went upstairs to the door. He suddenly hesitated and did not want to enter the room.

No one wants to face this unruly princess. She can't beat or scold the young girl, but she has a gentle temperament.

Women are already precocious than men, and it is common for them to get married at the age of fourteen or five. There is nothing wrong with Situ Yanran, who is thirteen or fourteen, knows that **** is nothing wrong.

Seeing that Situ Yanran looked like she wanted to speak but stopped, but was afraid of being disliked, Li Xianyuan said, "Good morning."

"Yeah." Situ Yanran nodded heavily, the corners of her lips slid, her eyes were shy in her heart.

Others will dislike me because I know my appearance, but Mr. Li will not...

As time passed, students entered the house one after another and greeted Li Xianyuan. At this time, their eyes were completely different when they looked at Li Xianyuan. If they had been a few dissatisfied in the past, now they were all left with deep admiration and envy. After spending their whole life, they had already finished writing poems of vision. They dared not think about the poems of atmosphere.

Li Xianyuan noticed some details. Although the students in the house did not provoke Situ Yanran, they also kept a distance from her. Now everyone will greet her friendly when they meet her.

If you make a poem about vision, you will naturally gain a different look.

With an outsider here, Situ Yanran wanted to talk to Li Xianyuan, but she was shy and could not speak. She sat in her seat and frequently glanced at Li Xianyuan.

After Xu Zhitian came, he was stunned when he saw Li Xianyuan. He nodded as saying hello. He wrote a poem about weather with Li Xianyuan, and the gap between the two widened. This made Xu Zhitian feel complicated.

It was still half a stick of incense to the first class, and Shen Sheng was late. He grabbed the pancakes with one hand and chewed them with big mouthfuls. He staggered onto the straw mat, walked to his low table, lifted his robe and sat down.

I took another big bite and chewed silently.

"Hmm?: Shen Sheng's throat was light and he stopped chewing.

He always feels something strange.

Subconsciously, I turned around and saw a person sitting on the straw mat behind the low table that had been empty for two days.

"Brother Li!" Shen Sheng shouted, pounced on him in joy, regardless of the greasiness of his hands.

Li Xianyuan leaned back without changing her face, leaning against the low table behind her, stretching her legs to push against Shen Sheng's chest, making him unable to get close to him.

"Brother Li, are you?" Shen Sheng stood up straight with a silly smile, stuffed the remaining pancakes into his mouth, rubbing his greasy hands on his body.
Chapter completed!