Chapter Twenty-Three: Go Farther and Be Careful of Splashing Your Blood! ”

"Childe, you helped their family fight the lawsuit before?"

When leaving, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but express the doubts in her heart.

"Hmm!" Gu Ming nodded and briefly explained the reason for the matter.

"I see...... Then, when I go back, I must tell my father and let him reopen the case. ”

"No, now is not the time." Gu Ming waved his hand: "This case was tried by Qin Shou personally, and your father has not been in office for a long time, so he can't fight him." ”

"......"

"Xiaoqian, I understand your feelings, but now is really not the time, it will only drag your father into the water.

At that point, there really isn't room for manoeuvre.

So, when you go back, you can tell your father about the specific situation, so that he can have a number in his heart.

As for the retrial, we will talk about it when the time is ripe. ”

"It's good!"

Nie Xiaoqian is not unaware of the stakes, if she wants to win this lawsuit, in addition to strong evidence, she must also have something that Qin Shou is afraid of.

Otherwise, the other party will also reverse black and white.

……

As the sun fell, the owner finally arrived at the tavern.

The two sides sat down and talked for a while, and Gu Ming got straight to the point and said, "Shopkeeper Sha, I want to pay five years' rent at one time, that is, forty taels of silver."

During this period, you can't increase the rent under any pretext, what do you think? ”

"Well, Shopkeeper Zheng has already told me before, but it's not a big problem."

"Also, without affecting the main building, I want to renovate some of the facilities in the courtyard, no problem, right?"

The sand shopkeeper replied: "These are all minor problems, as long as you don't destroy the main body of the house."

But I also have a request, once the forty taels of silver are handed over, no matter what happens halfway, I can't find an excuse to return it. ”

Both sides have their own thoughts, you and I negotiated back and forth for a while, and finally reached an agreement, which can be described as a great joy.

Therefore, with the shopkeeper Zheng as the guarantor, the three parties signed and pledged, each leaving an agreement, and then handing over the silver and the key......

As soon as he left the tavern, Gu Ming gave a few orders to He Yongliang.

Then Nie Xiaoqian and Yu'er were sent back to the county office, and agreed to go back to the courtyard together in two days to have a look, and to rule the layout or something.

To put it bluntly, make excuses for dating.

When he returned to Zhaobei Street, He Yongliang was already waiting outside, with an axe and a saw at his feet.

This is because Gu Ming decided to cut down the jujube tree, so as not to leave trouble.

"Wen Xing, that tree is not small, how can we two weak scholars blow it? It's better to spend some money to find someone to come and cut it. ”

"Looking for someone for such a trivial matter? Let's go, and when you're done chopping, you're invited to drink. ”

"Drinking is drinking, but we really can't cut ......"

Soon after.

He Yongliang watched with a dumbfounded expression as Gu Ming jumped up the tree like an ape, swinging an axe to chop down the branches.

When he was almost done, he slid down the tree and began to slash.

With such a posture, where does he look like a scholar? It's like a professional tree cutter.

"Go farther and be careful to splash your blood!"

Seeing that he was almost cut down, Gu Ming waved his hand and shouted at He Yongliang.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, which shook half the street.

"What's going on?"

"Earthquake?"

"Who's messing around?"

At this time, the culprit Gu Ming was looking at the fallen jujube tree with satisfaction, threw down the axe and clapped his hands.

"Awesome!"

He Yongliang gave a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart.

"Let's go, let's drink!"

Gu Ming raised his hand, and he didn't bother to put away the tools, turned around and walked outside.

He Yongliang salivated: "Since you are so happy, it is better to drink flower wine." ”

"Spend your sister's wine!"

"Well, it's not like you haven't been there. Why, now that Miss Nie has it, she doesn't even dare to drink flower wine? ”

"Get out!"

……

After drinking, Gu Ming returned home and began to hurry up to write the West Chamber Chronicle again.

Now that the yard had been rented, the book had to be printed before the study could be opened.

After all, printing still requires a process and time.

First of all, look for a relatively inexpensive workshop...... Of course, there are not many choices, and there are only two small workshops in Guobei County.

After negotiating the price, the other party should first typeset and proofread the text, and then start printing after confirming that it is correct.

As for the number of copies, the system asked for two hundred copies, but Gu Ming was going to print five hundred copies first.

To put it bluntly, the larger the amount of printed matter, the lower the cost of a single volume.

In the middle of the night, I was going to go to bed. As a result, he had a flash of inspiration, and continued to be busy for a while before falling into bed.

After dawn, continue to set up a stall.

Today's signboard, however, is different, replaced with a sketchy picture of a scholar and a woman.

And with words: blue clouds, yellow flowers, the west wind is tight, and the north geese fly south. Who is drunk with frost in Xiaolai? Always away from tears.

Directly above is the theme of the painting: The Legend of the West Chamber.

In addition, there is also a big print on the stall: The new book "The Legend of the West Chamber" will be printed and released soon, so stay tuned.

These are exactly what I thought of last night.

"Come on, come on, don't miss the ...... when you pass by"

Set up the stall and start shouting again.

"Huh? The Legend of the West Chamber...... Xiucai, have you written a new book? ”

"Where's the book? Why didn't you see it? ”

Gu Ming explained with a smile: "The book hasn't been written yet, but it's almost over, so I'll take it for typesetting and printing into a book in the next few days." ”

"Oh...... What about Bendu Shi Niang? Is there a sequel? ”

"No ...... for the time being"

It doesn't matter whether you sell money or not, Gu Ming's main purpose now is to choose a trend for "The Legend of the West Chamber" and warm up to attract popularity.

From time to time, people gather around to ask curious questions.

"What the hell is this book about?"

"It's basically about a down-and-out scholar who meets a young lady from an official family, and the two ......fall in love at first sight."

Love stories are an eternal topic.

Especially in the ancient context, the YY degree of the common people far exceeded that of later generations.

Because of this, a large number of poor scholars will rise to the sky to marry princesses and fairies...... Even the Anaconda Hero, the Undead Knight, and all kinds of beautiful love stories.

It is precisely because Gu Ming knows these that he can avoid detours, take one step, and choose some classic novels from his previous life to write.

"The Legend of the West Chamber" is undoubtedly a quite successful one.

In the future, maybe you can also write Journey to the West, The Legend of the White Snake, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, Mirror Flower Yuan, and so on.

"Huh? Boy, is this your writing? ”

Others didn't pay attention, but Wu Laoqi noticed a detail and couldn't help but come forward to take a closer look.

"Nonsense, could it be that you wrote it?"

"No, how did this level increase so much all at once? It's almost time to catch up with the old man......"

These words are simply putting gold on the old face.

Don't talk about it now, say that it is the words written by Wu Laoqi in the past...... It's called fairy characters, and sometimes it's written without even knowing him.

"Is this called epiphany? You're still a half-immortal. ”

On the same day, a manuscript "Du Shi Niang" was sold for 200 texts, as well as two unashamed endings.

In the afternoon, Gu Ming closed his stall early and went home to continue writing novels.

I'm happy!