The cover and the title page together with the back few pages were pasted with muddy water, and after drying, they stuck together, and they could only be torn by force, so Xu Chengfu had no choice but to turn the back page

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Xu Chengfu glanced twice, his eyes seemed to be glued, and he couldn't move them anymore. I just think this novel is novel and interesting, Sun Wukong is a household name, but this apprenticeship is unheard of.

Xu Chengfu thought at first that he was a deceitful person who used Li Xianyuan's name to deceive, but in this way, it is impossible for ordinary people to write this book.

"It's just that I've never heard of ......," Xu Chengfu wondered. Li Xianyuan is famous in Wuhou County, from the old man in the sixtieth armor to the Huangkou child, there is nothing he doesn't know. Every time a poem comes out on the market, a large number of imitations will appear, and they will be sold out. The authentic works of those two vision poems are even more than a few thousand taels that some people want to buy.

The vision poem is naturally not worth such a price, Li Xianyuan is worth it. made meteorological poems at the age of Li Xianyuan, and his achievements in the future are limitless. I won't do anything like selling the real thing. By that time, these two poems had become completely unique.

Xu Chengfu turned the pages of the book, but unfortunately the book was stained with water and the pages were damaged. Either stick together, or get stuck in the mud and can't see the handwriting clearly.

"Wife, we still have a lot of money. Xu Chengfu shouted.

After a while the woman came in and told him, "There is still half a pass left." ”

"That's all there is to it. Xu Chengfu's tone was not good. That's all there is to it.

The woman smiled bitterly: "This family is all about you making money, but recently you can only get back a few cents a day, and your daily food is not enough." A while ago, my father was seriously ill and spent another sum, so how can I have any money left. ”

Xu Chengfu was stunned, and suddenly remembered the pickle porridge that he had eaten for a long time.

His face was ugly, he looked around the four walls of the house, sighed and said, "You give me this money first, and I'll buy some things." ”

The woman nodded, and reflexively took the copper coin hanging from a string of red ropes and gave it to him. I don't ask him what he's coming for.

"Be careful on the road. The woman whispered, her eyes full of tenderness.

Xu Chengfu glanced at his wife, nodded and took the money, and went straight to the Huashu Pavilion in the west of the city.

Xu Yuan saw a stall in front of Huashuge, and the stall was crowded with people, and the street was crowded. Even the drizzle couldn't stop their enthusiasm.

"It's so lively. Xu Chengfu didn't expect it.

Also unexpected were the guy and the shopkeeper Liu. Who would have thought that these literati and writers would rush to buy a book for a hundred texts. The contrast with yesterday's desertion is obvious.

They obviously underestimated Li Xianyuan's fame. Just for this name, even if it sells for one or two, there are many people who buy it.

One to ten, ten to hundred. Naturally, there were more people coming.

From time to time, people who bought books squeezed out of the crowd, happily holding the treasure and leaving quickly.

Afraid that he wouldn't be able to grab it, Xu Chengfu hurriedly squeezed into the crowd.

After asking the reason, instead of letting Huashuge remove the stall, he maintained it. Li Xianyuan is a big celebrity in Wuhou County, and of course they will not stop the stumbling block.

Half an hour later, Xu Chengfu, who was sweating profusely, finally photographed the booth, and heard the guy shouting: "One hundred texts, no two prices!"

Huashuge is also real, and the price has not increased due to the large number of people.

But this is still not something Xu Chengfu can afford. His eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Why is it so expensive!"

The man said: "The book is more than 300 pages thick on two fingers, and it took 90 words to print. Although Li Gongzi didn't set a price, you can't let him not earn a penny!"

There was a chorus of echoes all around. Later, someone persuaded Xu Chengfu not to buy it if he had no money.

Xu Chengfu sighed and turned around to leave. But every day I tell a story, and the scene of how little I earn comes to mind.

He gritted his teeth, turned around and returned to the stall, and took out a string of copper coins with pain and counted them one by one.

"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!" Xu Chengfu put the copper coin on the case and pushed it out, grabbed a copy of Journey to the West, turned around and quickly squeezed through the crowd and left. He didn't dare to turn back, for fear that he would be reluctant to give up the money.

The enthusiasm of the crowd has not diminished, and most of the books stacked high on the stalls have been reduced.

Xu Chengfu took the book and copper coin into his arms and clasped his hands tightly. Treat it like a jewel. When I met an acquaintance to say hello, I ignored it and walked quickly. It wasn't until I got home and hung the latch above the door that I breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, the book was bought.

Xu Chengfu told his wife that he would not eat today, and hid in the room to read a book. His wife knew that he was paranoid, and smiled bitterly and poured the rice that Fang had taken out back into the rice bag.

But if you don't eat for a day, it's not a big deal.

She went to the inner room and picked up the carpentry that had not yet been done.

Her father was a carpenter, so she learned a little. A neighbor asked her to carve a statue of a bodhisattva, and after the matter was completed, she promised to give twenty Wen, so she naturally would not shirk it.

In the middle of the night, everything is lonely.

The woman on the bed opened her eyes dimly, and saw that her husband was still reading at night under the oil lamp, so she couldn't help but say, "Chengfu, don't you sleep yet?" ”

"Right now, right away. Xu Chengfu replied in a daze, what was said in his mouth, listening carefully, he was reciting a plot in Journey to the West, but it was a vernacular version.

……

When the rooster crows, the sky is bright. When the woman opened her eyes, she saw that her husband had risen, and sat down at the table and muttered as if under the spell.

When the woman looked at the neat bed beside her, she saw that her husband had not risen early, but had not slept all night.

The woman got up and dressed, and first opened the window. Outside the window, the sky was overcast and drizzled like silk. She went out to prepare breakfast. And Xu Chengfu did it in front of the table, shaking his head with Journey to the West in his hand, and muttering something.

In the kitchen, the woman was preparing for breakfast, but she heard a sound of footsteps in the courtyard and couldn't help but look. Seeing that her husband didn't have an umbrella, he walked quickly to the door with his head slightly bowed.

"Don't you go after breakfast? ”

"I don't eat it. Xu Chengfu didn't look back, and went out.

The woman leaned against the door, her eyes worried.

After a moment, he retracted his gaze and extinguished the stove to the corner of the ground full of wood chips.

She sat on the bench and picked up the palm of her hand, with a little rudimentary humanoid wood carving.

It was also strange that the family took a pair of calligraphy and paintings and asked her to carve them into a Bodhisattva. But the person in the painting is obviously a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with an indifferent temperament.

On the other side, Xu Chengfu walked hurriedly.

A drizzle of rain fell on the robe, raising a thin layer of water droplets.

After a short time, I came to the door of the inn and opened the curtain to enter.

A hustle and bustle with a heat wave, the inn is warm, and there is no shade outside.

Looking at the hall again, it was very lively.

told Xiao Er about his intentions, and Xiao Er told him that Li Xianyuan left the day before yesterday, but it was okay to talk about the book here, saying that Li Xianyuan's book was better.

Before Xu Chengfu came to the stage, he first cleared his throat as he had been accustomed to for more than ten years.

Someone recognized him and said with a smile: "The storyteller, is it about the palace gate plan or the stone legend today?"

In a sound of conformity, Xu Chengfu made up his mind, shook his head and said, "It's not." Today I'm going to tell you a new story. And this content is written by Li Xianyuan, the Hou of the Liupin Pass of the Dynasty, named - "

Smack-

The startled wood slapped heavily, and the inn was silent for a moment.

"West--Travel--Notes!"