Metaphysical Talisman Wife Fortune-telling Spirit: Orion eats chaff and I eat meat

Chen Huaiyu was slightly stunned, then smiled and nodded.

He is now the adopted son of His Majesty the Emperor, but His Majesty the Emperor has no biological son.

Then naturally, he should be the most honorable person under Your Majesty.

It's just opening a Moxiangzhai in the capital, what's wrong with that? !
Chen Huaiyu nodded: "Then according to Second Sister-in-law's opinion, what should we do?"

This is still intended to let Xiao Luoyi shine.

Xiao Luoyi pointed to the storybook and said, "This kind of storybook is allowed, but it must be mainly for positive guidance. It cannot teach women to elope or give things to each other privately. This is corrupting the morals."

Didn’t Sun Xueyao before become a love-brained person because of the guidance of the storybook?

If Xiao Luoyi hadn't helped her later, she might have turned into a pile of bones by now!

Love-brain is the worst thing.

Thinking about the various stories about the sobering wives of marquis' mansions that he had read in his previous life, Xiao Luoyi had various outlines in his mind and was immediately interested: "Did you ask someone to write this storybook?"

Chen Huaiyu nodded and admitted: "That's natural."

If we didn't ask someone to write them, where would there be so many fresh scripts?
Xiao Luoyi grinned: "Well, you call all those who write the storybooks, I will give them some outlines, and let them write according to the outlines..."

Let the ancient people write ancient house fighting stories, just thinking about it makes you feel like you are there!

Chen Huaiyu thought about it, turned around, called someone in, and gave the order.

As long as the second sister-in-law is in a good mood, even if the notebook she wrote cannot be sold, she will no longer be obsessed with the second brother's affairs.

Only when you are in a good mood can your child be at ease.

Xiao Luoyi immediately returned to his room, spread out his pen and ink, and hastily listed the outlines of the sober literary characters of the mistress of the marquis's house in his mind.

It is just an outline of a few hundred words, but it clearly describes the life of a mistress of a marquis's mansion who is independent and self-reliant.

After reading the outline, Xiao Luoyi nodded with satisfaction: This is good. The next day, Chen Huaiyu's people brought the person over early in the morning. Xiao Luoyi looked at the person in front of him and was a little dumbfounded.

All of the people here are men. Can men write this?

She looked at the few young, thin, pale-faced scholars in front of her with curiosity, and turned to ask Chen Huaiyu: "Did they write those storybooks?"

Chen Huaiyu nodded: "Yes."

Xiao Luoyi looked at them curiously: "You are all men, how can you write a book that women like to read?"

The three pale-faced scholars looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

One of them who was a little braver stood up to explain.

"My wife's family was wealthy in her early years, and they were literate, but later they fell into poverty. I asked her to help me read all these when I wrote them."

Chen Huaiyu explained: "Xiaoxiangzi's storybooks are the best sellers."

Xiao Luoyi understood: What do you mean by helping to look at it?

Maybe this book was written by his wife!

It’s just that women in that era were not allowed to show up in public like him, so he became an impersonator.

Anyway, the money we earn is used by our family, so it doesn’t matter who wrote it.

After figuring this out, Xiao Luoyi looked at the other two: "What about yours?"

One of the scholars explained: "My family was an official family in the early years, and our property was confiscated a few years ago..."

Another one followed suit: "Me too." Xiao Luoyi looked at the man's face and was a little surprised: "Who are you?"

Chen Huaiyu further explained: "His father is the former Yongzhou prefect Peng Shouliang. His name is Peng Shuan, and his pen name is Guangling Sanren."

Xiao Luoyi was surprised: Peng Shouliang knew that Peng Shuan had discussed marriage with Sun Xueyao before, didn't he? Later, because he wanted to climb up the social ladder, he designed the one in the Sun family?

Peng Shuan lowered his head awkwardly, thought for a moment and then raised his head bravely: "You also know the situation of my family. Even if I don't talk about other families, I can still write a lot of storybooks just talking about my own family."

Thinking of the complicated relationships in the Peng Mansion in the past, Xiao Luoyi couldn't help but nodded: That's true.

The Peng family has many wives and concubines, and a large number of illegitimate sons and daughters. If we talk about the severity of the family fights, the Peng family is very fierce.

However, speaking of the Peng family, Xiao Luoyi couldn't help gossiping, so she asked about the Peng family's recent situation.

Only after asking did I understand what it means to be fickle-minded.

Because the Peng family fell into decline, Peng Shouliang and his family returned to their ancestral home, but were not accepted and had no choice but to live in a shack.

Fortunately, the men in the Peng family were all literate and could earn some money by copying books for others.

Peng Shuan and several of his illegitimate sons initially copied storybooks for Moxiangzhai.

After copying so many storybooks, Peng Shuan found it easy to write. He simply gave the copying job to several illegitimate sons in the family and tried to write it himself.

After all, he had experienced it himself, so Peng Shuan quickly got the hang of it. His latest book was a big hit, and he made some money from it, so much so that he was able to renovate his house.

"Now my family is preparing to renovate the house. If everyone contributes together, we can build a big house with blue bricks and tiles."

Xiao Luoyi was moved in her heart, but she didn't dare to ask too many questions. She handed the outline she wrote to Peng Shuan: "Take a look at this, can you write it?"

Peng Shuan looked at the outline and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Is this... possible to write? Won't I get caught?"

Will he be thrown into jail on trumped-up charges for alluding to a certain aristocratic family? !
Xiao Luoyi sneered: "How many households are not like this? Just write it, and then sell it through my Moxiangzhai, what are you afraid of?"

Peng Shuan thought the same thing: Madam Xiao has already become the Princess of Zhong County, and even his master has become the Prince of Xing County. What is there for him, a writer, to be afraid of?
So Peng Shuan promised cautiously: "Then I'll go back and try to write it first? If I can write it, I'll show it to you."

Xiao Luoyi nodded: "Yes."

Peng Shuan took the thing and went aside.

Xiao Luoyi took out two more and handed them over.

One is about farming, and the other is about strong women.

The two people looked at the outline in front of them and were also shocked: Can it be like this?
It's like my three views are shocked!
Xiao Luoyi did not urge them. After they had savored it carefully, he asked, "Can you write it?"

They also said they could give it a try.

Xiao Luoyi grinned: "If you are willing to only write books for Moxiangzhai in the future, in addition to the share of the profits, we can also pay you an extra salary of one or two taels of silver per month."

"But there is a prerequisite: you have to write a certain amount every month. Of course, the quality must be guaranteed, and a contract must be signed..."

"If you go to another study to write a book during the contract period, you will be fined!"

When the three of them heard this, they looked at each other.

Extra money? Is there such a good thing?
They all nodded.

Anyway, their abilities are limited and they can only write that much in a month, which can only meet the needs of Moxiangzhai.

Who wouldn’t be happy if they could get an extra ounce of silver?
Xiao Luoyi discussed it with Chen Huaiyu, and asked Chen Huaiyu's subordinates to draft the charter and sign the contract with the three people. Then the three people said goodbye and left. (End of this chapter)