Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 16: Making a Living in Beijing
The news of the swordsman's death spread quickly in Danzhou Port. Many people had seen the swordsman parading through the streets, and it was easy to guess his purpose, which was a fight to the death.

What people are actually curious about is the target of the swordsman's murder and the inside story of the swordsman's death. Regarding these things, the government blocked the news very quickly and the people had no way of knowing.

But some people thought about it carefully, and found that Danzhou was actually just a wealthy family. The Earl's Mansion had a very good reputation in Danzhou, especially the young master Fan in the mansion. Many people had greeted and talked with him.

Although Danzhou is remote, people there are simple-minded. If you don’t harm others, you won’t be harmed by others.

As a result, no one wanted to mention it anymore, and the swordsman just existed as the funniest joke in Danzhou in the past decade.

No body was found on that path, and all traces had been cleaned up very thoroughly. The maids and servants in the Earl's villa had not heard any news of a second death outside. The butler Zhou, who had done so many evil things, ran very fast, and he was probably on his way back to Beijing.

After a day, no one in the Earl's villa mentioned the past anymore, and life went on as usual. Outside the Earl's villa, few people even knew that Butler Zhou had left the house.

"Are you okay now?" Fei Jie took a long breath, holding the picked herbs in his hand, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.

He looked at the gentle young man in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking. He always felt that someone would step on his head in the future.

"It's a blessing in disguise. Thanks to the battle the day before yesterday, I have unknowingly entered the fifth level." Lin Ruo said with a smile. Fei Jie felt it was more and more unreasonable.

"There's a guy named Ye in Kyoto. I can introduce him to you later. He also likes this."

"Grandmaster Ye Liuyun?" Fan Xian opened his eyes wide, extremely curious.

Fei Jie put his big hand over Fan Xian's little face and pushed him away: "Go away, adults are talking, children, don't interrupt."

"You must have killed him, but your method of burying the body was not good enough. I scattered the ashes into the sea. Be more careful next time."

"No, Wuzhu did it, and I buried it."

"It's all done if you bury it."

"Ok."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Fan Xian took a deep breath and sighed that even the dead could not rest in peace. The crematorium was responsible for killing, burying and destroying the dead, with a clear division of labor, and the process was very smooth.

Compared with them, I am really a naive child.

Fan Xian thought about it and decided that as a participant in the murder, he should have some sense of presence. He raised his head and said, "You all did it, so shouldn't I do something as well?"

"Okay, I'm short of a companion on the road, do you want to go?" Fei Jie said ghostly. He originally wanted to scare the child, but he immediately changed his mind. This kid is not a child at all. He digs graves and corpses without blinking an eye. He is a pervert.

As expected, Fan Xian just felt bored.

Fei Jie was actually quite shocked, and pounded his stupid head: "The ready-made corpse should be kept for this kid to do anatomy on the human body."

The two of them went to mass graves many times, but the bodies there were old and not fresh enough, so their practical value was still lacking.

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As autumn approaches, the weather turns cooler. Danzhou is warm but not cold in autumn and winter, which is undoubtedly a good place to spend the winter and wait for the next year. Thinking that he will go to Kyoto in a few days and endure the cold north wind, and thinking about the better and better days in Danzhou, Lin Ruo was melancholy in the study.

I looked up at the student across from me who was yawning, looking sleepy, shaking his head from time to time, putting his head on the table and stuttering, and was almost drooling.

Lin Ruo frowned and knocked on the table.

When Fan Xian heard this, even though he didn't wake up, he turned his head to another direction and continued to lie down.

Lin Ruo had no choice but to use his unique skills as a teacher.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." The violent coughing finally woke some people up. Fan Xian rubbed his eyes and said with concern: "It is easy to catch a cold in autumn. Sir, please take care of yourself."

Lin Ruo: ...

The study suddenly became quiet. When Fan Xian caught a glimpse of that sharp look, he lost all his sleepiness. He shuddered and quickly sat up straight, grinning, "I'm sorry, sir. I slept too late last night."

Lin Ruo looked at his student sternly: "Are you crawling into the maid's bed again to gather together to tell ghost stories?"

Fan Xian shook his head: "No."

"That means they climbed over the wall and broke into the house, stealing chickens and dogs."

"nor."

Fan Xian stammered, aggrieved, "That's all because of you, sir."

Lin Ruo frowned and said thoughtfully: "Did you dream that I taught you a lesson?"

Fan Xian couldn't help laughing. He dreamed that the teacher was teaching students late at night and it was really scary. He couldn't help but admire the teacher's imagination.

Then he slowly explained, "No, sir. Last time, you and your students came up with the idea of ​​opening a bookstore in Kyoto. I thought it was a good idea, so I started to prepare. I stayed up for a long time last night and wrote a few manuscripts. I named it The Story of the Stone. You can take a look at it, sir."

Even though Lin Ruo had an idea in mind, after looking at the manuscript, he was still surprised at how Fan Xian managed to memorize this masterpiece, A Dream of Red Mansions, and his scalp tingled.

"It is certain that you will fail the exam, sir." Lin Ruo said self-deprecatingly.

"You don't have to give up being an official in the court and running a bookstore. Sir, you can be an official in public and do business behind the scenes." The more Fan Xian spoke, the brighter his eyes became.

Cao Gong's masterpiece was one that he never worried about having no response or being lost in the sea after it was released to the market. He believed that it would definitely make a big splash no matter what.

After the assassination attempt two days ago, Fan Xian thought a lot. He would have to go to Beijing in the future, and there would inevitably be disasters in the capital. He could not prevent all of this, so he could only accumulate strength and wait.

If you have money, you have power. If you can set up business and build up power in Beijing in advance, you can naturally avoid many future threats.

Lin Ruo supported this idea very much: "Not bad, we can give it a try."

Fan Xian's eyes bulged and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the teacher would raise doubts, such as how could he write such a masterpiece at such a young age, which was completely inconsistent with the accumulation and knowledge level of his age.

But the gentleman didn't, he trusted himself very much.

Fan Xian thought that even though reciting Dream of the Red Chamber from memory was a very troublesome task, he had to face the challenge and not let down the teacher's trust and care.

"Sir, this is rue. Putting it next to a book can prevent moths from eating away at the book."

Fan Xian had made thorough preparations, even taking corresponding measures for the maintenance of the books, with the determination to expand his business.

He had obtained rue by chance not long ago. This kind of thing has always been used as a spice in Beppu, but in fact, it is a bit of a waste of natural resources to do so.

It is difficult for anyone in this world to clearly understand the true function of rue, but Fan Xian knows that making the best use of things is a great advantage and can save him a lot of trouble.

However, if there were no soap, white sugar and other inexplicable inventions that were inconsistent with reality in this world, Fan Xian thought he could save himself a lot of trouble.

I don’t know who is committing this sin.

　I will update the second chapter in the evening. It may be a bit late. I will be free tomorrow, the weekend, so I will update the third chapter and save some manuscripts at the same time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)