In the afternoon, He Jiaoyu and Zhang Fatzi took the novel written by Feng Yuan and went back to the academy to be responsible for promoting members, but Feng Yuan didn't follow, because he still had something to do and had to deal with the bodies of Feng Fugui and the others.

The bodies of these three people can't be known to outsiders, otherwise, Feng Yuan will be the murderer, so Feng Yuan sent Hu Xiao to the street in the afternoon to buy things, barrels or something, and dig a pit in the courtyard of the second house.

It took an afternoon to finally bury the bodies of Feng Fugui and the others, and sprinkle a layer of fallen leaves, which looked like there were no traces.

After getting it done, the sky also darkened, and after a busy afternoon, Feng Yuan was also tired enough, his body was covered with sweat, and his clothes were soaked, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

The physique is still too weak, but compared to before, Feng Yuan feels much better, after practicing that nameless exercise, Feng Yuan obviously feels that his body is much better than before, if he changes to Feng Yuan before, and gives three more afternoons, he may not be able to dig a pit and bury the three people.

When I returned to the first place in the house, Hu Xiao had already returned, and the fat man was also sitting at the stone table, munching on roast chicken, and there was a lot of meat and wine on the table.

As soon as he saw Feng Yuan appear, Zhang Fatzi suddenly came up excitedly and said, "Feng Yuan, Feng Yuan, where have you gone, I'm looking for you, guess what happened to the academy in the afternoon!"

"Seeing how happy you look, there must be a lot of people who have become members of the novel. ”

"Hehe, that's right, let me tell you, thirty people became our novel members this afternoon, and we earned thirty taels at once, a full thirty taels!"

Zhang Fatzi looked at Feng Yuan and said excitedly, stretched out his hand and took out the silver, there were copper coins, there were broken silver, and it was packed with a large cloth bag.

Feng Yuan looked at the money, but he was very calm, the previous thirty taels of silver was a lot of money for Feng Yuan, but today he got two thousand taels of silver in a row, Feng Yuan was not so excited, thirty taels was just a small amount of money for Feng Yuan.

"You are really a god, exactly the same as you expected, those rich scholars, don't care about money at all, they just want to see the follow-up, and when they hear that they can spend money to watch it in advance, they don't hesitate to pay for it, fuck, this is a local tyrant!"

Zhang Fatzi was so excited that he burst into foul language, and he had no image of a scholar.

"Calm down, normal operation, there will be things that will make you more excited later!"

Feng Yuan said lightly, in his previous life, some local tyrants read books and read well, and directly rewarded the author with tens of thousands of yuan, and there were millions, this member is just the basic operation of the local tyrant, and Feng Yuan will develop the reward in the future, and make the money of those local tyrants.

"By the way, in the future, you will take 20% of the silver that will come in every day, and He Jiaoyu will take 30%, and I will get the rest back!" Feng Yuan looked at Zhang Fatzi and said.

"This ...... How embarrassing!"

Zhang Fatzi looked at Feng Yuandao, saying this, his hand had quickly reached into the cloth bag to count the money, Feng Yuan looked at it with contempt.

......

got two windfalls, plus the novel made money, Feng Yuan didn't have to worry about life, in the next few days, Feng Yuan in addition to writing novels, practicing nameless exercises, that is, exercising, and accompanying Hu Xiao to go shopping and buying, and at night the fat man would send the money for the daily novel subscription, and the life was happy.

In addition, Feng Yuan dug up the 1,000 taels of silver that Lan Qirou said, and the 1,000 taels of silver tickets that he had flickered from Zhao Qingxue before were also exchanged for cash and hidden at home.

In these days, when Feng Yuan practiced the Nameless Exercises, he found that not only did the golden light appear in the novel, but there was also a lot of light on the top of his head every day, which came from nowhere, very peculiar, and the light that appeared above his head was different from the one in the novel, much brighter than the one that appeared in the novel, and it seemed that the quality was different, as if it was much better.

These days of cultivation, the golden light in Feng Yuan's dantian has also increased, it was originally only the size of a grain of rice, but now it is a little bigger, and it is even brighter.

On this morning, Feng Yuan, as usual, was writing novels in the study and cultivating.

At this time, Hu Xiao walked in from outside, looked at Feng Yuandao, and said, "Childe, someone is looking for you outside!"

"Someone looking for me?" Feng Yuan asked.

"I don't know the slave maid, I say that I am the housekeeper of the Zhang Mansion, and I have something important to discuss with the son!" Hu Xiao looked at Feng Yuandao.

"Zhangfu, which Zhangfu?" Feng Yuan frowned when he heard this, he didn't know what Zhangfu was, what were you looking for yourself?

Thinking about Feng Yuan, he put down his pen and walked outside.

In the courtyard, an old man in his fifties and sixties was standing there, watching Feng Yuan come out, he immediately greeted him with a smile, and said with a salute: "I've seen Feng Xiucai, the villain is Qiao Si, the housekeeper of Zhang's Mansion, our lord wants to invite Feng Xiucai to go, and I want to ask Zhang Xiucai to help with some things!"

"Zhangfu, which Zhangfu?" Feng Yuan asked suspiciously, looking at Qiao Si.

"Master Zhang Heng, Master Zhang!" replied Qiao Si.

As soon as Feng Yuan heard it, he immediately knew who it was, this Zhang Hengke was a big tyrant, one of the top ten families in Fengcheng, he was not a native of Fengcheng, he came from other places, it is said that he came to Fengcheng alone, and in just four or five years, he accumulated a lot of wealth and became one of the top ten families in Fengcheng.

For a while, it also aroused the curiosity of the people, Zhang Heng made his fortune in such a short period of time, but no one knows about it so far.

This Zhang Heng can't fight with himself, why is he looking for himself, Feng Yuan was very puzzled, so he looked at Qiao Si and asked, "Steward Qiao, you have never met me, what is the matter with me?"

"Feng Xiucai, that's the case, my lord read the novel "Covering the Sky" written by you yesterday, and I like it very much, and I appreciate your talent very much, so I sent a villain to invite you to the house to meet!"

Qiao Si looked at Feng Yuandao.

"Oh, I see, I didn't expect Master Zhang to like to read novels too!"

Feng Yuan was quite surprised to hear it, but he didn't expect that middle-aged and elderly people also liked his novels.

"Yes, my lord likes to read some weird novels on weekdays, after reading Feng Xiucai's work yesterday, he sent a villain to invite Feng Xiucai early this morning, and invited Feng Xiucai to appreciate his face!"

"Well, this is no problem, but Steward Qiao said that Master Zhang wants to ask me for help, and I am a showman, what can I do to help Master Zhang." Feng Yuan looked at Qiao Si and asked suspiciously.

"This old man didn't say it, he needs Zhang Xiucai to go there in person!"

"Okay, Steward Qiao, wait a minute, I'll change my clothes and come!"

Feng Yuan nodded when he listened, a little curious about what this Master Zhang was asking him to help him with, and then turned around and entered the house.

After changing his clothes and coming out, he explained to Hu Xiao, and Feng Yuan followed Qiao Si and left.

The carriage has been parked at the door, the black tall horse, the wide car, Qiao Si led Feng Yuan into the car, the interior is luxuriously decorated, with snacks and tea, the seat cushions are soft, the carriage is stable, and it is very comfortable to sit up.

"Rich people are different!" Feng Yuan said secretly in his heart as he looked at the carriage, it was the first time in his life to ride a carriage, although it was not as comfortable as the car in his previous life, but in this era, this should be regarded as a Mercedes-Benz BMW-level carriage.