After Chunyu Yue's permission, Chunyu Jia hired someone and took the book to the printing department, requesting the stamp.

The reason why I hired someone was because Chunyu Jia also felt that his books were not allowed to be listed, so he should not embarrass Dr. Chunyu.

The people in the printing department are very efficient and they quickly stamped.

With this big seal, Chunyu Jia can choose a printing factory and start printing books.

In fact, there is no need to choose. There is only one printing factory in Xianyang City, that is, the printing factory in Shangjun Villa.

Chunyu Jia brought the book to Shangjun Villa, and the people from the printing factory had no objection. As long as you give money and there was a large seal, you would print it.

After Chunyu Jia paid the money, he left happily.

In fact, Chunyu Jia has always had a dream of writing a book deep in his heart.

When Chunyu Jia was young, he had not yet entered Dr. Chunyu's mansion.

At that time, Chunyu Jia was not called Chunyu Jia, he had a nickname called Nihou.

He lives in a small wooded village and lives with his grandmother.

When Chunyu Jia remembered, his grandmother was already very old and could not read, but there were many stories in her belly.

Chunyu Jia grew up listening to these stories since he was a child.

Now Chunyu Jia is almost as old as his grandmother. He always thinks that one day, if he has the chance, sorting out these stories is a way to commemorate his grandmother.

The book to be printed this time is one of the many stories of my grandmother.

Chunyu Jia made some adaptations, catered to Dr. Chunyu's psychology, and turned the protagonist into a scholar.

Dr. Chunyu agreed to print, which is a good sign and has completed the first step. If this book can be sold well, it will be considered that the second step has been completed.

If this book has a good response, Chunyu Jia will write other books one after another.

Chunyu Jia left Shangjun Villa with confidence, but as soon as he came out, he was stopped by a craftsman.

Chunyu Jia turned around and asked uneasyly: "What? Is there anything wrong?"

The craftsman smiled and said, "I'm welcome to the banished immortal."

Chunyu Jia was a little confused: Huai Guzi? What did he ask me for? Could it be that my books are not good?

Chunyu Jia was a little disappointed.

Not long after, he followed the craftsman to meet Li Shui.

Li Shui looked at Chunyu Jia with a smile and said, "May I ask, did you write this book yourself?"

Chunyu Jia responded: "I wrote it myself."

Li Shui nodded: "Talents are really talented."

Chunyu Jia was a little stunned: What? Do the banished immortal liked it very much?

Chunyu Jia has always listened to the stories of his grandmother with relish. But he always felt very inferior and felt that these stories were for the poor and humble people, and those noble people must have no interest.

So he has never told these stories to anyone else.

Until Mr. Fu Yao’s North Travels was published. Chunyu Jia suddenly became confident: If this kind of book is OK... Then I can do it too.

Chunyu Jia's book is planned to be sold to those poor people.

Unexpectedly, the exiled immortal actually praised this story?

For a time, Chunyu Jia's prejudice against Li Shui was a little less.

However, prejudice always exists. After all, Dr. Chunyu hates Huaiguzi, so Chunyu Jia also has to hate Huaiguzi, so that he can appear loyal.

Li Shui said to Chunyu Jia: "It seems that your book has not been named yet."

Chunyu Jia responded and said, "Yes, the villain hasn't thought of his name yet."

Li Shui thought for a while and said to Chunyu Yue: "Let's just give me a more vulgar name, namely a talented man and a beautiful woman, how about it?"

Aorijuana next to him sighed: "This name is indeed vulgar."

Li Shui glanced at her: "I heard that your manure research has some clues. What specific progress has been made?"

Xianglizhu rolled her eyes: "If you really care so much, you can come and visit it."

Li Shui laughed and thought to herself: I'm just a fool, I'm not a dung beetle, why are you so concerned about the feces?

However, Li Shui's question successfully reminded Akari Zhu of her research, and she quickly left here and continued to do scientific research.

Li Shui looked at Chunyu Jia and asked with a smile: "What do you think of this name?"

Chunyu Jia thought about it and said that his book was for the poor people anyway, so of course the more blunt heed, the better. If it was too complicated, they might not be able to understand it.

So Chunyu Jia nodded and agreed.

Li Shui looked at Chunyu Jia with satisfaction: "I didn't expect that Dr. Chunyu's mansion could cultivate such talents. Just write them with confidence and boldness. After the book is sold, I will arrange for someone to adapt the book into a storytelling."

Chunyu Jia was shocked: "Can the book of the villain be like the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and is everywhere by the storyteller?"

Li Shui nodded: "This is natural. Romance of the Three Kingdoms is naturally a good dish, but eating one dish all day will make people tired of it. It's good to change the taste from time to time."

"Don't worry, you are the original work after all. If you make money, you will share the share with you according to the proportion."

Chunyu Jia felt like he was dreaming: he was just writing a story, why did he still make a fortune?

Chunyu Jia left in a dizzy state, and he only grinned when he entered Xianyang City and was about to reach the doctor's mansion.

Chunyu Jia laughed silently for a while, but felt unsatisfied, so he burst into laughter in an alley with no one.

The reason why we have to avoid laughing is mainly because Chunyu’s mansion is relatively strict and everyone must abide by etiquette and laws.

It would be a bit rude to dance like this, regardless of the decent laughter.

Chunyu Jia has been abide by etiquette almost all his life, and until now he suddenly realizes that he is bound by so-called etiquette all day long... he is a little tired.

…………

Chunyu Jia happily returned to the mansion. A few miles away, two other people were sitting in the dark cell.

One is Han Mei and the other is Yong Chi.

Han Mei held a handful of straw in her hand.

He pulled out one and said, "Let's go today."

He pulled out another one and said, "Let's go tomorrow."

Yongchi has been doing this trick for many days. Sometimes he will go until today, sometimes he will go tomorrow. But it has never been fulfilled today or tomorrow.

Yongchi was helpless.

He actually knew that the banished immortal probably forgot about him as a little person.

Whenever it was late at night, Yongchi wanted to cry: I had clearly agreed to let me go to jail and be released after a few days. But how many days have it been now?

Going to jail is not just about sitting in the cell and waiting for dinner.

Sometimes when there is a shortage of manpower, I have to be pulled out to work. If I work too slowly, I will be whipped.

There have been many times when Yongchi wants to kill him.

Han Mei, who was in the next cell, looked at the sky with a dull look on his face.

Most of the time he has no expression on his face, but when someone passes by, he becomes very panicked and sometimes he looks around in a sneaky way.

Han Mei was very worried that someone would look for him. Because once someone came over, it might mean that he would be dragged out and beheaded.

After all, he once falsely accused Mr. Fu Yao, and this crime was too great.

When he first arrived in the cell, Han Mei was very hostile to Yongchi. If it weren't for the fence, he would have bitten Yongchi to pieces.

But after a long time, Han Mei also saw it.

This is because I deserve it, and Yongchi is just doing it on order.

Compared to himself, Yongchi was even more unlucky to be locked up here for no reason.

So, Han Mei and Yong Chi became friends.

It’s not considered a friend, but being able to chat and talk every day can help you relieve your boredom.

On this day, Han Mei and Yong Chi were talking in unison, and suddenly a sound of footsteps came from outside.

Han Mei and Yong Chi stopped talking at the same time.

Han Mei silently muttered in her heart: "It's not for me, it's not for me."

Yong Chi muttered silently in his heart: "I'm here to look for me, I'm here to look for me."

The footsteps were indeed coming in this direction.

Han Mei's heart was pounding, her whole body was weak and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Yongchi's heart was also beating very hard, and he felt like he had taken tonics, dancing with his hands and feet, and he couldn't calm down for a moment.

Finally, the people who came outside stopped and stopped in front of their two cells.

Han Mei and Yong Chi both held their breath and concentrated.
To be continued...