People are very magical, they have been tired all the time, but they always have a fighting spirit and can always support their bodies, but once they relax, it is difficult to lift their hearts. Yang Ming woke up and saw the oblique sunlight outside, his body felt unusually tired, and he didn't want to move at all.

There was a sound of the door opening in the yard, it should be Ah Fu. Yang Ming thought in his heart, and after counting five times silently, he suddenly got up, sorted himself out in the mirror, pushed the door and walked out of the room.

Ah Fu was sitting at a small table in the courtyard drinking tea, his mouth sucking on the boiling water that should have just been boiled. There was no other sound around, just a few birds. The location of the fast sword gate is clean.

Yang Ming: "Go out and walk around? Just find a job." ”

Ah Fu turned his head to look at Yang Ming for a long time, and then slowly poured another glass of water.

"Pull it down, what kind of work can we find when we go out, do you want to collect accounts for others?"

Yang Ming also walked to the table, vigorously put out the first form of the source trick action, immediately turned to the second style, and then changed to the third style, and after putting away the posture, he was completely sober.

"I really have a way, how can we still spend other people's money every day if we live in Kuaijianmen?"

"What's the method?"

"When you came, do you remember seeing a bookstore?"

"Bookstore?" Ah Fu was a little confused.

"You want to publish a book?"

"That's right. ”

“...... It's not that I don't believe you, you have the ability to write books? Were you an author before you came here?"

"How do you still know the word author. ”

"We also have an author there, a travelogue writer of two hundred and five, we were at war at the time, and he snorted and jumped on the battlefield and said what kind of ruins he was looking for......" Ah Fu tilted his head and recalled his past world.

"Okay, okay, don't think about it, let's go, it's night. Yang Ming had already walked to the gate of the courtyard and beckoned Ah Fu to follow.

Ah Fu shook his head slightly, stood up and followed Yang Ming.

There were fewer people on the streets outside, and some vendors selling knick-knacks were also preparing to close their stalls and go home, and a few good idlers pointed at Ah Fu.

Yang Ming: "Don't you care what they say?"

Ah Fu: "What's there to care about?" They say theirs, and I've done the same, and I've done the same, and I've done so much. ”

Yang Ming gave Ah Fu a thumbs up.

"Sometimes I think you're a saint. ”

"How?"

"I don't care about anything all day long, I'm not a saint?" Yang Ming muttered quietly.

Ah Fu was stunned for a moment, indeed, since he hit this world, except for going down to the cave to save Yang Ming, he really didn't care about anything, whether it was the exercises, the special nature of the world, and he didn't even care about other people's eyes.

Youfa bookstore is not far from Kuaijian Gate, and after a while, they walked to the door of the bookstore, and the two walked in together, only to see a few tables in the room, with teapots, and small servants serving tea and water, and there is a counter in the middle to the left, and a polite young man is sitting in the counter.

There were only two or three people on the tables around who were still drinking tea and writing, and the other tables were all empty, Ah Fu said to Yang Ming and sat down on the tea table first, and called Xiao Er to pour a pot of tea.

The little guy looked up at Ah Fu, cut it, and didn't move.

"Childe. The young man walked around and saluted Yang Ming.

"The bookstore has its own rules, and only the gentleman who writes books can rest and write books here, not a teahouse. The young man greeted him with a smile.

Ah Fu pondered that there was no problem, but he didn't stand up and waited for Yang Ming.

Yang Ming: "It's really not unreasonable, dare to ask the little brother, where should I deliver the book if I write it?"

The young man was overjoyed: "Childe must have a great work to come out, please sit down, take out the manuscript and I will read it first." ”

The young man pulled Yang Ming to sit at the table, and the little guy on the side brought the tea very colorfully, and Ah Fu poured it for the two of them and drank it to himself.

"I haven't written the manuscript yet, but I just want to talk about the approximate price first, so I can decide. ”

The young man was a little disappointed and said, "In this way, does that boy have a draft?"

"Yes. ”

"Our rule here is that only the storyteller inside can price the manuscript, so you might as well wait for the child, and the storyteller will naturally come out to invite the son when he is okay later. ”

"Trouble. As soon as Yang Ming gave up his hand, the young man sat down at his counter again.

After sitting for a while, Yang Ming felt a little bored, stood up and walked a few steps casually, and accidentally saw the manuscript that the man on the side was writing.

The man seemed to have a headache, and somehow wrote it down, tugging at his hair, not making a slurping sound in his mouth.

Yang Ming peeked a few times, tsk, all good wives and beautiful women, nephrite was warm and fragrant, and then looked at the place where the man was going to write, and recited casually: "Little lotus shows sharp corners......"

The man Huo Ran raised his head, looked at Yang Ming, smiled, and quickly raised his pen to write this sentence, then picked it up and looked at it carefully.

"Under Pu Qingling, I don't know what to call Mr." Pu Qingling stood up and bowed his hand to Yang Ming, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Haha, my name is Yang Ming, Yang Mingri of Poplar. ”

Pu Qingling invited Yang Ming to sit down, and immediately poured Yang Ming another cup of tea.

"Brother Yang doesn't look very old, but he has a lot of experience, Pu admires and admires. ”

"Where, where, but ......"

Ah Fu listened to the "academic discussion" between the two, pursed his lips, and said in his heart that the two lewd demons could be regarded as meeting bosom friends.

Looking at the side face, there are many pedestrians at the door, most of them are about to go home, and it is very lonely under the sunset.

Ah Fu's eyes suddenly fixed on a person, a person who seemed to be wandering around the door, but passed by the door of the bookstore at least eight or nine times, and every time he glanced into the bookstore.

Just as Ah Fu was about to tell Yang Ming, but he didn't want the door to open, an old man came out to see off someone, and the young man walked over and said Yang Ming's business, the old man nodded and walked into the house first.

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Wang has made time. The young man called Yang Ming softly.

Pu Qingling: "Oh, Brother Yang, it seems that Elder Wang has something to talk about with you." Why don't we talk together next time? I wonder where Brother Yang's family lives?"

Yang Ming nodded: "I just live in Kuaijianmen, just go back and say that you can find Yang Ming." Brother Pu, I'll go first. ”

Pu Qingling stood up and watched Yang Ming walk in, and began to pack up his things, Ah Fu stared at the side, until Pu Qingling left, and the people at the door were still watching.

It's possible that we're really staring at us...... Ah Fu thought to himself.

Walking into the inner room, the room was not big but bright enough, and after Wang Lao came in, he sat behind the desk and stretched out his hand to signal Yang Ming to sit down.

"Yang Gongzi, I heard Xiao Liu say that you have an idea, Yang Gongzi can tell me directly, even if you can't write a book, our people will write your ideas and send you the money for the book. Wang Lao said very kindly.

Yang Ming smiled lightly: "Then I'll be ugly." ”

"I have an idea, when the world first opens, leave a stone to replenish the sky, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, collect the aura of heaven and earth, and one day ......" Yang Ming had learned about this world with Jiang Ling'er before, and found that most of the stories and legends were the same as his own legends in the original world.

"Young Master Yang, wait a minute......" Wang Lao reached out and took out a copy of "Journey to the West" under the table.

Yang Ming was stupid.

Wang Lao: "Yang Gongzi just said that I am a little familiar, think about it carefully, it is inexplicably similar to this Journey to the West when King Wen was in the time, Yang Gongzi, you see ......"

Yang Ming was a little embarrassed: "It's okay, I still have ideas." ”

"I only say that at the beginning of this dynasty, it was the main world after the war with the tyrannical merchants, and my story is the story of the Great Xia Warlords, during which the gods and ghosts ......"

Wang Lao reached down again and took out a copy of "Romance of the Gods".

“...... Uh, I still have ideas, but I said that there is Liangshan in the territory of the Tang Kingdom......"

Wang Lao stretched out his hand again, and Yang Ming stopped the words in his mouth as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"Water Margin", "Dream of Red Mansions", "Sou Shen Biography", etc., etc., and finally even "The Count of Monte Cristo" came out, and Wang Lao took out a copy......

"Hehe, it seems that Yang Gongzi has also read countless books, but he will ...... in the future" Wang Lao said to Yang Ming with a smile, and there was some teasing in his eyes.

Yang Ming was a little dazed, and he didn't say anything more, and walked out after a brief greeting.

Yang Ming himself was just embarrassed, and his confusion started when he mentioned his empty "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

Other books are okay, and prototypes can be found in Great Xia, but this world has been open since the beginning of Hongmeng, and the Shang Dynasty was followed by Great Xia.

But in Wang Lao's Three Kingdoms, it was written from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty!

In this world, I am not the only one who travels through it!

Yang Ming was shocked in his heart.

Walking out of the inner room, the young man nodded and didn't ask much, and Ah Fu greeted him.

"There's someone at the door, probably staring at the two of us. ”