Seeing the Ye brothers and sisters come back, the few people leaned their heads and focused their eyes on them, and their eyes flashed by, either curious or confused.

After entering the room, Ye Junmei asked, "Brother, what do they do?"

Ye Junsheng shrugged: "How do I know?"

"It's not a thief."

Ye Junmei was a little nervous.

Ye Junsheng smiled in silence, reached out and shaved lightly on her small nose: "Even if it is a thief, what's the scary thing?"

Ye Junmei was stunned and then relieved: Are they afraid of those thieves who commit crimes now? Even though in the capital, Taoism is difficult to show and difficult to use, there are too many ways to deal with the enemy. Not to mention, there are two monsters hidden in my brother's magic weapon. If you put one out, you will be the master of the roaring world.

The bandits of Lingding are probably not enough to be stuck between their teeth.

Therefore, Ye Junmei soon forgot about the people outside and did whatever he should do. First, he put the "Biographies of the Monkey" back one by one and stacked it on the bookshelf.

Seeing these books, I couldn't help feeling painful: She said that these books were originally sold by the bookstore, but now she spent money to buy them. After a while, how much money has been spent?

Hypocritical stinky scholar!

She couldn't help but complain to Yang Jiangfan. If they hadn't spoken out loud and nonsense in the bookstore, how could she buy all these books back in anger?

It was not Ye Junmei's original intention to put it on the shelf at home. She chose to publish a book so that the stories her brother told were widely circulated, not just to entertain herself.

In her mind, the stories my brother told in his spare time were all wonderful and imaginative, as if the jewels blinded by dust would definitely shine. Just like the poems he wrote, they were also popular and praised.

Sitting in the study, Ye Junsheng began to write as usual. Soon, the garbage can at his feet was thrown full of waste paper balls.

About an hour later, Ye Junmei, who had finished his work, came into the study room and took the garbage can and threw it out as usual.

Hurry!

"This is mine..."

"Go aside, it's all mine."

As soon as Ye Junmei poured out the waste paper, he saw the unknown people who were squatting outside, scrambling to grab the waste paper balls on the ground like chicken blood.

"What's going on?"

Ye Junmei was confused.

In just a moment, the few people each took more or less balls of waste paper in their hands and left happily. Looking at their expressions, it was not the balls of waste paper, but gold that were holding tightly in their palms.

Ye Junmei hurriedly ran back and told her brother.

After hearing this, Ye Junsheng was silent for a while and suddenly said, "No need to throw out the garbage in the future."

Ye Junmei Bingxue was smart and suddenly realized: "Brother, what you mean is that your identity has been exposed, so so many people are waiting outside to snatch your mobao?"

"Haha, it shouldn't be that. Maybe someone accidentally saw it and thought my handwriting was pretty good, so I came to pick it up."

Ye Junsheng had heard of the rumors about the Shusheng Mansion, but he didn't expect that it was his turn now. Of course, the scale of picking up garbage is far from comparable. It is said that there are hundreds of people on the Shusheng Mansion.

...

At Baima Temple in the north of the city, Liu Xiucai ran outraged and held two balls of waste paper tightly in his hand.

After returning to the side room where I lived, I carefully spread the paper balls, appreciated the words on it, and then began to copy it.

Ban Sheng, he put down his pen, sighed, and murmured: "It's all my fault for being big-mouthed. Is it because I told you about this, which made several people go there to pick it up. Isn't this causing trouble for myself?"

It turned out that he had been buying waste paper with someone last time and turned to Ye Junsheng's ink traces. If he had found the treasure, he later learned the origin of the paper ball, so he wanted to go to pick it up in person.

He got a few good words and couldn't help but talk to some close friends, which led to several people coming outside the courtyard where Ye Junsheng lives to wait for the garbage to be removed.

"By the way, this brush stroke was really written by that young scholar, I can't believe it. Such experienced brushstrokes and so skillful strokes can be said to be perfect. Could this boy be one of the three talents in Jiangnan?"

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

"Forget it, no matter who he is, collect these pens and inks first. If you have the chance in the future, you might be able to sell them at a good price."

Although scholars are awesome and regard wealth as clouds, they are all written words. When people live, they must eat, drink, defecate, and urinate. Like the best book-boys like Ye Junsheng, who searched all over the world, they may not be able to find a second one.

...

"Brother, have you figured out a solution?"

Ye Junmei asked during dinner.

The method, of course, refers to how to sell books, so that books can be sold.

"I'm thinking about it, I have to make a long-term plan."

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

Speaking of my sister's cooking skills, she seems to have improved again. She cooks the meat so tender and delicious that it is not fat at all.

"You said, would you be fine to sell the book to the teahouse hotel and sell it to those storytellers?"

Ye Junmei suddenly thought of an idea.

Ye Junsheng shook his head: "How many books can you sell like this?"

"Uh, that's right."

The girl might as well just pull out the food and leave the headaches to her brother to think about.

After a few days, Ye Junsheng began to wander around purposefully, in his words, doing "market research".

As for what "market research" is, Ye Junmei said it was too profound and could not understand it.

But she was used to it. Since her brother got to know her, his inspiration flashed and some fresh words popped up from time to time. It was unheard of, but each set of things was very similar.

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

In this way, Liu Xiucai and others who were guarding outside were disappointed. After running for a few free trips, they finally became discouraged and slowly stopped running to the Siheyuan.

They didn't know Ye Junsheng's identity, and they thought that waste paper was always waste paper. Although the handwriting was well written, it would not make people wait and wait so much.

It's not the original calligraphy of the saint of calligraphy, right?

Not cost-effective.

After these people dispersed, Ye Junsheng took a breath. He didn't want to have a nest of people squatting at his door, which was quite uncomfortable.

Although the Pig Demon always shouted to come out and gave Liu Xiucai an unforgettable memory for life, Ye Junsheng would not let him do whatever he wanted.

On the fourth day, Ye Junsheng came back with joy.

When Ye Junmei saw it, she was already sixty or seventy percent sure.

"I thought of a solution."

As expected, it is a good thing that Ye Junsheng spoke. (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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