"Feng Yuan, I'm back!"

Feng Yuan was writing in the house, when the voice of a fat man came from outside, and Feng Yuan put down his pen and walked outside.

Zhang Fatzi came back, and he also came back with two guys from the inn, carrying two large food boxes, and the food was placed on the stone table in the courtyard, which was extremely rich, with nearly thirty or forty dishes of all sizes, just like a banquet.

"How about it, I can buy it, right?" Zhang Fatzi pointed to a table of food and looked at Feng Yuan, the corners of his mouth were still greasy, presumably he ate a lot on the way.

"So many, have the three of them eaten?" Feng Yuan looked at the food on this table and frowned slightly.

At this time, the door of the wing room opened, Hu Xiao walked out of it, looking at the food on the stone table with glowing eyes, and came to him with a quick footsteps, looking at the food, and then at Feng Yuan, her throat was rolling, looking extremely hungry and greedy, but Feng Yuan didn't speak, she didn't dare to move, she could only look at Feng Yuan with a blank eye, revealing a pitiful look.

"I don't think it's enough to finish eating!" Zhang Fatzi looked at Hu Xiao's appearance and nodded at Feng Yuan seriously.

"Sit down and eat!" Feng Yuan said as he looked at the two of them.

"Thank you, Childe!"

"Thank you, Brother Feng!"

After receiving Feng Yuan's instructions, the two immediately sat down and started to eat, Zhang Fatzi raised his hand to tear off a big chicken leg and gnawed it down.

Hu Xiao is not far behind, holding a big roast chicken, even gnawing with a swish, and instantly dismantling a chicken from the skeleton, very professional.

Feng Yuan looked at the two of them and shook his head for a while, he really couldn't afford to raise these two foodies without money, especially Hu Xiao, who was just a rice bucket, he was sick just now, and when he heard about the food, he suddenly became a tiger, is this really sick or hungry.

However, the advantage of having two foodies is that their appetite is also driven, and they eat deliciously, and they also taste delicious.

Eat a bite of beef, drink a sip of wine, comfortable, very comfortable, the only regret is that the degree of this wine is too low, similar to the beer of the previous life, and sour and vinegar, it tastes the same as drinking vinegar drinks, it is really not interesting, and there is a chance to get some high liquor another day.

"Slow down, no one is robbing you, don't make it look like you just came out of prison!" Feng Yuan said as he looked at the two who were gobbling up.

Feng Yuan...... You don't understand this, it's delicious to eat like this!"

"That's right, Childe, it's delicious to rush to eat!"

"Don't speak. Feng Yuan looked at Hu Xiao and said solemnly, "Are you rushing to eat, let's see, is there a mouth missing from the plate!"

"Yes...... Hu Xiao glanced at the plate in his hand, it was really missing, and he immediately said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, the slave will be careful next time, don't eat the plate!" "...... That's not what you eat, it's lacking, I'm just reminding you, be careful, don't cut your mouth!" Feng Yuan looked at Hu Xiao and shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

"I'll be careful, thank you, Childe!"

After a while, thirty or forty dishes were cleaned up by the three of them, of course, ninety percent of them were contracted by Hu Xiao, and the remaining eight percent were Zhang Fatzi, and Feng Yuan only ate a little.

Looking at Hu Xiao with a satisfied face, after eating so much, his stomach was still flat like a walk, Feng Yuan began to doubt, did Hu Xiao's parents really die?

After eating, Hu Xiao cleaned up the table and made a pot of tea for the two, while the two drank tea, they rested, and occasionally the breeze blew, bringing a little coolness, which was quite pleasant.

After a while, Feng Yuan went back to the study and continued to write his novel, Zhang Fat Man followed and watched, he watched with relish, it was really tasteful, because this dead fat man was reading it, and he was smacking his fingers, as if eating a lollipop, and five fingers back and forth, Feng Yuan looked confused, didn't he eat enough milk when he was a child?

Zhang Fatzi looked at Feng Yuan with a puzzled look, and quickly explained: "There is still some roast chicken smell on his hands, and he can't waste it." ”

“......”

This dead fat man, I'm afraid I can eat myself by dipping him in a condiment.

......

It took most of the afternoon for Feng Yuan to write more than 20,000 words, divided into two, one with more than 10,000 words, and the other with 134,000 words.

"Why don't you write it on the same piece of paper?" Zhang Fatzi looked at Feng Yuan and asked very incomprehensibly.

"How can you make money by writing on the same piece of paper, let's go, make money!" Feng Yuan looked at Zhang Fatzi and said, after finishing finishing the novel, he walked outside.

"Feng Yuan, how the hell is this money, you tell me?" Zhang Fatzi shouted after him.

"You'll know when you go to the prefect's school!" Feng Yuantou didn't reply, it was very mysterious, and it made Zhang Fatzi's heart itch and uncomfortable.

Out of the study, Feng Yuan explained a few words to Hu Xiao, let her watch the house at home alone, and then walked towards the prefect's school with Zhang Fatzi.

The distance was not very far, so the two of them walked for a while, and before they entered the school, Feng Yuan saw a large number of students wandering at the door of the school, constantly looking around, as if they were waiting for someone.

As soon as they saw Feng Yuan and the others appear, these students' eyes suddenly lit up, and they quickly rushed towards the two of them, blocking the water surrounding the two.

"Senior brother, are you here, have you finished writing the novel?"

"That's right, senior brother, have you written it?"

"Senior brother, what are you holding in your hand, let's take a look!"

A group of students scrambled to be the first, looking at Feng Yuandao anxiously, like monkeys.

"Junior brothers, don't worry, I'll go in and post it for everyone to see!"

Feng Yuan looked at these students and said with a smile, I didn't expect this group of people to be so enthusiastic about novels, it was completely beyond his expectations, it seems that the first pot of gold to make a fortune today will be smoother than expected.

Immediately, the two entered the academy, and Feng Yuan took out the novel in his early 10,000s, pasted it on the wall, and read it to everyone.

Feng Yuan's teacher, He Jiaoyu, also waited for a long time, and it seemed that he had no intention of teaching, and as soon as he posted it, he stood at the front to read, kept looking, and kept nodding and praising it.

"Feng Yuan, you haven't said how to make money, why don't you post one more?"

Feng Yuan smiled and said nothing, at this time, He Jiaoyu finished reading it first, hurriedly walked towards Feng Yuan, looked at Feng Yuan and asked with a smile, "Feng Yuan, is there still one?"

"Teacher, of course you asked, I specially left a volume for you to watch first, teacher, please come to the backyard with me!" Feng Yuan looked at He Jiaoyu and smiled.

"Okay, okay, let's go!" He Jiaoyu's eyes crooked with laughter when he heard this, and he hurriedly urged Feng Yuan to go to the backyard.

The three of them entered the backyard, and Feng Yuan spread out the second one for He Jiaoyu to read.

"Well written, really well written!" He Jiaoyu was watching it, clapping his hands over and over again, very excited, and after a while, he read more than 10,000 words for him, still unsatisfied, looking at Feng Yuan expectantly, and still wanting to read it.

"Teacher, do you still want to see it?"

"yes, yes, yes, anything else?"

"Naturally, there is no now, but there will be tomorrow!" Feng Yuan looked at He Jiaoyu and said, listening to He Jiaoyu's face of disappointment.

Feng Yuan looked at He Jiaoyu's anxious appearance, the time was almost up, and said with a slight smile: "Teacher, the student wants to discuss something with the teacher, I don't know if it's convenient?"

"What's inconvenient, just say that if the teacher can help, he will definitely go all out!" He Jiaoyu looked at Feng Yuan and said cheerfully.

Feng Yuan nodded when he listened, and then said: "Teacher, I remember that there is a big idle room in the school, I think can I lend it to the students I use to sell the students' novels, of course, the students will not use this house in vain, the profits from this sale, we will divide it into three or seven, you three and I seven, how about it?"

Listening to Feng Yuan's words, Sect He's eyes suddenly lit up: "This house can be given to you, but if you want to publish a book for sale, what is the use of asking me for this house?"

"Yes, what do you want the house for?" Zhang Fatzi didn't understand.

"Hehe, you'll know this later!" Feng Yuan looked at the two of them and smiled mysteriously......