Seeing the Ye brothers and sisters coming back, those people focused their eyes on them, their eyes flashing with curiosity or doubt.

After entering the house, Ye Junmei asked, "Brother, what are they all doing?"

Ye Junsheng shrugged: "How do I know?"

"It can't be a thief. ”

Ye Junmei was a little nervous.

Ye Junsheng smiled dumbly, reached out and gently scratched her small nose: "Even if it's a thief, what's so scary." ”

Ye Jun was stunned for a moment, and then he was relieved: Now, will they be afraid of those thieves who are traitors? Even though in the capital division, it is difficult for the Dao method to manifest and it is difficult to use it, but there are still too many ways to deal with the enemy. Not to mention, there are two monsters hidden in my brother's magic weapon. Let any one out, and they will all roar the lord of the world.

There are a few thieves, and it is estimated that it is not enough to stuff the teeth.

Therefore, soon Ye Junmei forgot about the people outside, why should he go. The first thing is to put away the "Legend of the Spirit Monkey" that I bought back one by one and stack it on the shelf.

When I saw these books, I couldn't help but feel pain: it was said that these books were originally sold by the bookstore entrusted by her, but now she is confused and spends money to buy them back.

Hypocritical stinky scholar!

I couldn't help but complain about Yang Jiangfan in my heart, if it weren't for their nonsense in the bookstore, how could she buy all these books in a fit of anger?

It was not Ye Junmei's original intention to put it on the shelf at home, she chose to publish the book so that the stories told by her brother could be widely circulated, not just for self-entertainment.

In her mind. The stories my brother tells in his spare time are all wonderful and imaginative. It seems that the orb that is blinded by dust will surely shine. Just like the poems he wrote. It can also be popular and praised by others.

Sitting in the study, Ye Junsheng began to write as always. It didn't take long for the garbage basket at his feet to be full of waste paper.

About an hour later, Ye Junmei, who was busy with the work at hand, came into the study and took the garbage basket out to throw it out as usual.

Crash!

"This is my ......"

"Get out of the way, it's all mine. ”

As soon as Ye Junmei poured out the waste paper, he saw the few unknown people squatting outside as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, scrambling to grab it. Looting the scrap paper on the ground.

"W-what's going on?"

Ye Jun's eyebrows were blank.

In just a few moments, the people each held more or less waste paper balls in their hands and left happily. Looking at their expressions, what was clinging to the palm of their hands was not a ball of waste paper, but gold.

Ye Junmei hurriedly ran back and told his brother.

After hearing this, Ye Junsheng was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "You don't need to take out garbage outside in the future." ”

Ye Junmei Bingxue is smart. Suddenly he figured it out: "Brother, do you mean that your identity has been exposed, that's why there are so many people waiting outside to snatch your Mobao?"

"Huh. Probably not, maybe someone accidentally saw it and thought my handwriting was pretty good. That's why I'm just picking it up. ”

Regarding the rumors about the Shusheng Mansion, Ye Junsheng had already heard about it. But now it's my turn. Of course, the scale of picking up garbage is far from comparable. It is said that there are hundreds of people in the Shusheng Mansion.

......

In the White Horse Temple in the north of the city, Liu Xiucai ran out of breath, holding two balls of waste paper tightly in his hands.

Back in the side room of the apartment, he carefully spread out the paper ball, admired the words on it, and then began to copy.

Half paid, he put down the pen in his hand, sighed, and muttered: "It's all my fault for my big mouth, and when I told this thing, several people ran there to pick it up, didn't I add to my own blockage?"

It turned out that since the last time he bought waste paper with someone, he turned to Ye Junsheng's ink, and he found a treasure. Later, when Fazi learned the origin of the paper ball, he thought of going into battle to pick it up himself.

He got a few good words, and he couldn't help but talk to some close friends, so several people came to the courtyard where Ye Junsheng lived and waited to take out the garbage.

"Anyway, this ink was really written by that young scholar, I can't believe it. With such a sophisticated pen and such a skillful stroke, it can be said that he has reached the point of perfection, and this son is one of the three great talents in Jiangnan. ”

Naturally, Liu Xiucai thought of a possibility, but he couldn't do it accurately.

"Well, whoever he is, he will collect these brushes and inks first, and if he has the opportunity in the future, he may be able to sell them for a good price. ”

Although it is said that the scholar is awe-inspiring, he regards wealth as floating clouds. But those are all written words, people live, they always have to eat, drink and Lazar, like the kind of bookworm that Ye Junsheng was born at the beginning, looking all over the world, he may not be able to find the second one.

......

"Brother, have you thought of a way?"

While having dinner, Ye Junmei asked.

Method, of course, refers to how to sell books so that they can sell well.

"I'm thinking about it, I have to think long-term. ”

Ye Junsheng was chewing a large piece of meat in his mouth, and his tone was a little vague.

Speaking of my sister's cooking skills, it seems that she has improved again, cooking the meat delicately and deliciously, not fatty at all.

"You say, it's better to take the book to the teahouse hotel and sell it to the storytellers?"

Ye Junmei suddenly thought of an idea.

Ye Junsheng shook his head: "How many copies can be sold like this?"

"Well, that's right. ”

The girl simply pulled out the food and left the headache to her brother to think about.

In the days that followed, Mr. Ye began to wander around purposefully, doing "market research," as he put it.

As for what is called "market research", Ye Junmei said that it is too profound to understand.

But she is also used to it, since her brother opened his mind, he had a flash of inspiration, and some new words popped out of his mouth from time to time, all of which were unheard of, but one by one, it was very much like that.

In the past few days, because of Ye Junsheng's advice, garbage such as waste paper is not poured out.

In this way, Liu Xiucai and the others who were guarding outside were disappointed. After running a few empty trips, they finally got discouraged and slowly stopped running to the courtyard.

They didn't know Ye Junsheng's identity, thinking that waste paper is always waste paper, although the handwriting is good, but it will not make people wait for so much time.

It's not the true handwriting of the book saint, right?

Not cost-effective.

After these people dispersed, Ye Junsheng secretly gasped, he didn't want to always squat at the door of his house, which was quite uncomfortable.

Although the pig demon always clamored to come out and give Liu Xiucai a lifelong memory, but if it didn't come to this, Ye Junsheng would not let him come nonsense.

On the fourth day, Ye Junsheng came back with a happy face.

When Ye Junmei saw it, he already had six or seven points of affirmation in his heart.

"I figured out a way. ”

Sure enough, it was a good thing that Ye Junsheng opened his mouth. (To be continued.) )