Seeing the essence of this old guy clearly, Li Chu shook his head slightly, and the old man began to eat as soon as he arrived at his restaurant.

I didn't let go of any of the fried milk or anything like sweet potatoes.

"Money or something, what the uncle has, good wine and good food are just on it!" the old man laughed, picked up his chopsticks and began to eat from snacks.

Vinegar soaked peanuts, radish skin or something, the old man stuffed it into his mouth one by one.

"Boy, your food here is great! better than anywhere else!"

"Then you don't need to say!" Saying that, Li Chu looked at the dishes that came up, and within ten minutes, they had been swept away by this old foodie, and this guy's stomach bag was like a black hole, as if it couldn't be filled.

"Is it delicious?"

"Delicious!"

"Chenghui silver two taels!"

The old man didn't see the silver all over his body.

"No money!" hiccuped, and the old man lay down comfortably in his chair, looking contented.

"No money?" Li Chu's eyelids are still jumping, this scoundrel is simply slippery, but how can this old guy be a cultivator, shouldn't he have no money, looking at this guy Katsuragi, the golden torches and silver torches have been here, comparable to the river god.

Does this cultivator still have the ability to make money?

"No money is no money!" the old man swallowed again. "Little brother, is there anything delicious?"

"I don't have money and still want to eat something delicious?" Li Chu's eyelids jumped, and then he touched his chin.

Looking at the old man's sloppy appearance, a pair of eyes scanned up and down his body. "This is not easy to do, you must know that eating a bully meal is a matter of beating us here!"

"Then you can hit me!" the old man squatted on the ground to protect his face, and his posture was extremely skillful.

His eyelids jumped, and Li Chu kicked the old man's ass. "How skilled are you! Labor and management don't beat people here, if you want to eat deliciously, right? Okay! Then pay off the debt!"

The old foodie looked at Li Chu with a pair of stunned eyes, as if he was too frightened to do anything.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Li thought of something, and walked over with a sly smile.

"What are you going to do?" the old foodie squatted and walked out, looking like I'd run to show you if you came again.

"You're a talisman, aren't you! That must be a good handwriting!" Li Chu thought of a good idea.

This book is still a bit of a trick in this world, even if it is a good thing like modulation printing, it is only a popular version, to make money, the kind of goods that cost a few cents can't make money, and the thing that really makes money at this time is not the low-end mass-printed version.

It's always the high-end customers who really make money.

According to the current publication of novels, people in a city, even if they all buy books, they can't make much, after all, in this society with a low literacy rate, people who want to understand novels must first be those who are literate and hyphenated, and this proportion is probably less than five percent.

Trying to squeeze money out of the hands of poor scholars is like plucking the feathers on an iron rooster.

How do you make a lot of money by playing? Of course, there are excellent books, or even hardcover collector's editions.

Why would someone else want to collect these hardcover collector's editions?

In addition to the illustration of the invincible beautiful girl with Lori's hand,The most important thing is,There must be a good hand of words here.。

In the Kyushu continent, having a good hand of words is almost the same effect as good looks, and the so-called good words are slightly equal to good looks!

If you want to make money with your hardcover collector's edition, a good handwriter is indispensable.

"How about it? If you want to eat delicious food every day in the future, do something for me!" Li said with a sense of confidence, and picked up his manuscript and put it in front of the old man.

"What did I do then, it turned out to be a record book!" the old man's expression was a little disdainful.

"You copy this, and I'll look at your handwriting. As long as it's well written, I don't just want you to be my employee, and every meal will be delicious in the future!"

"What's so delicious? It's so delicious today?"

"If I have any new dishes here in the future, I will let you try them in the future, the dishes here are all I came up with, and you can't eat them anywhere else!"

The old man pursed his lips and wrote.

If it weren't for the face of what he ate, he wouldn't have bothered to write.

Looking at the old man's handwriting, although Li Chu is not a calligrapher, he can still see the quality of this handwriting. The old man's handwriting can be regarded as a good word.

"As long as you can write such words every day in the future, I guarantee that you will eat delicious food every day!"

"Okay!

The old man excitedly high-fived Li and swore an oath.

"Okay! Since the high-fives are an oath! This is just a hundred times to copy this notebook for me! Just use the words you just wrote!" Li Chu smiled.

"Bang!" an old man fell to the ground without standing firmly.

"Hey, you're too backward in your blackmail tricks! I'm not going to be fooled. As he spoke, he threw him a suit of clothes. "There is a room in the backyard, you can go and live there, there are pen, ink, paper and inkstone in it, change your clothes, your clothes are too non-mainstream, you can become a sharp master." ”

Looking at the thick book, the old foodie couldn't hold back his tears anymore. "Why should I be greedy!"

Gecheng and Hao Meng on the side were completely dumbfounded, they never thought that a master would casually become this relishing worker......

The great master who wanted to cry without tears knelt in front of the notebook and wrote all night, although a hundred books were simple for him, just a wave of his hand, but the transcription of this book made him almost able to memorize all these books.

"What a mess! What a gourd baby! What a big baby can grow bigger with infinite power, what is this!" said angrily, slamming a stack of books on the table.

A hundred copies a night, and the old man is dead.

"I've never seen such a bad record book in hundreds of years!" he said and sat down opposite Li in a puff.

He stretched out his hand with a straight face. "Where's the food?"

"Here!" said Li and brought out the leek box he had made. He looked at the old man with a grin. "Don't be so angry, the so-called basic skills are the key, you see Hao Meng paints a hundred paintings every day! This is all the accumulation of years and months, and finally you can get a glimpse of the avenue!"

If it was said that it was food, Da Qihuo might still be convinced, but when it came to Xiuzhen, the old man was a little whipped and glared.

If it was said by a monk who was really more advanced than him, it would be fine, but now he was actually being taught by a kid who had just entered the Qi cultivation period. It's unbearable!

Katsuragi on the side covered his eyes helplessly. "This time, the little brother must say that this is a slap in the face sent to the door. ”