Ji Yu didn't answer An Si's question, instead he smiled and asked, "Fourth Brother, did your father leave you this script too?"

"No." An Si shook his head, took the book and flipped through it again, as if thinking of something: "Speaking of which, in order to keep it, my father gave me a good beating!"

Ji Yu was taken aback: "Why?"

An Si sighed lightly: "Father always asks me to recite the Four Books and Five Classics. In his eyes, these scriptures are just cancerous, so naturally I am not allowed to read them."

Ji Yu tentatively asked: "Fourth brother, do you have many words of this type?"

An Si shook his head and said, "Not many, that's why it's rare, and the price is quite expensive. I remember buying this book for six renminbi, which is equivalent to my monthly money for two months."

Looking at Ji Yu again, he asked gently: "Do you want to read it? If you like it, I'll buy you some copies when I go back to the city."

Ji Yu suppressed the excitement in his heart, held An Si's hand tightly, and tentatively said, "Fourth brother, tell me... if I write a storybook and sell it... can I make money?"

An Si was taken aback: "Do you know how to write scripts?"

"Yes!" Ji Yu answered firmly.

In his era when online literature was flourishing, he had read a lot, from romance to suspense to martial arts, spirituality and immortal cultivation.

Although he hasn't written it, has he never eaten pork or seen a pig running?

Ke An Si shook his head and said, "Making money is a man's business, you don't have to worry about it."

Ji Yu: "..."

He knew that in ancient times, some male chauvinists cared about their wives and husbands earning money to support the family. That would make them appear incompetent or feel ashamed.

The fourth brother may not necessarily think this way, but if the fourth brother refuses to agree, then this matter will be difficult.

Ji Yu sighed secretly, and whispered: "But I like writing story books..."

Seeing that his mood became depressed and the dazzling light in his eyes dimmed, An Si hurriedly patted him with his arms around him, then took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and comforted him: "If you like it, you can write. But the matter of making money is yours."Do not care."

But these words did not comfort him at all, Ji Yu was still deeply disappointed.

Although he is disguised as a brother, he is also a man!

He also wants to make money.

Seeing the disappointment in his eyes, An Si couldn't bear it, but he couldn't bear it any more, and his attitude was still firm, still the same sentence: You can write for fun, but you don't need him to earn money to support your family.

Ji Yu could only accept it helplessly, thinking to himself.

He wrote first, and when he had a chance, he asked the bookstore himself.

Fortunately, although An Si disagreed with Ji Yu's writing scripts to earn money, if it was a hobby, An Si still supported him very much.

Fearing that he would feel uncomfortable, An Si cut paper and grinded ink.

The characters written by Ji Yu were as big as a cow, and he didn't mean to laugh at them at all. He even took out a copybook and comforted him: "Don't worry, you practice your calligraphy first, and then write after you're done."

It's not that Ji Yu doesn't know how to write brush characters, he just isn't used to writing traditional characters.

After practicing a few pages according to the copybook, gradually, the words he wrote became more and more impressive.

He was practicing calligraphy, and An Si was not idle. He sat by the side, sharpened a wooden stick with a knife, and continued to make bows.

When the candle was about to go out, Ji Yu's hands were sore and his neck ached from writing, and he couldn't write anymore.

An Si flipped through the words he practiced one by one, nodded and boasted: "That's right, it's much better than mine."

Ji Yu didn't bother to think about the truth of his boast, so he put down his pen, dragged him to lie on the bed and told the story of Nie Xiaoqian, which made An Si dumbfounded: "Where did you hear it? You thought it up yourself?"

Ji Yu felt guilty, and asked tentatively: "Fourth brother, do you just say it sounds good or not?"

An Si nodded and said: "Of course it sounds good, even better than those scripts I've read before."

I really didn't expect that Brother Yu could come up with such a story about ghosts and knights. It's really not easy.

Ji Yu naturally knew that this story was good, otherwise it wouldn't last long in his world.

He just wanted to keep testing, to see if the fourth brother could let go.

But An Si didn't let go, patted his back and coaxed him softly: "Go to sleep!"

Patting, the hand on Ji Yu's back gradually moved down.

But after stroking for a long time, An Si himself was so excited that he couldn't breathe, while Ji Yu remained indifferent.

An Si suppressed the burning desire in his heart and sighed secretly.

Seeing brother Yu's wandering appearance, he probably still doesn't think about it.

Then... we can only wait.

The next day was the day when Sanchao returned home, genius Wei Weiliang and the An family brothers went to the mountains to collect prey.

Ji Yu made breakfast and headed to Ann's mother's room.

But Mother An kept a cold face, still unwilling to look at him.

When the An family brothers came back and were about to return home with gifts, An's mother called An Si into the house and asked, "Last night, you lit candles in your room all night. What are you doing? Are candles free?"

An Sijian frowned, what happened to mother today?

Mother An asked again: "What did you prepare when you returned home?"

An Si replied truthfully: "Five taels of silver, two pieces of cloth, two boxes of snacks, plus a few pheasants and hares collected in the trap this morning."

Mother An said displeasedly: "There is no need for money, but a country boy doesn't need to be so generous."

This made An Si frowned, and said coldly, "Mother, am I not a country guy? We are rightly related, why does mother talk like this?"

Mother An was stunned by him, and said angrily: "He is just a little concubine from a merchant family background, how can he be right with my family? Your father is a Jinshi, the emperor's favorite student, and once served as a high-ranking official in the capital!"

An Si wanted to talk to his mother, but An Wu lifted the curtain and walked in, pushing him out: "Fourth brother, let's go! My sister-in-law is waiting!"

I'm here to persuade my mother.

An Si glanced at his stern-faced mother, turned around and left.After stepping down the steps, seeing Brother Yu who was smiling all over the yard, all the unhappiness in his heart immediately dissipated, he walked forward with long legs, picked up the burden, and stretched out his hand to Brother Yu: "Let's go!"!"

Along the way, Ji Yu felt that his legs were too short and his walking was too slow, he wished he could fly home.

Living in the same village, he didn't go home for several days because of the custom.

I also saw a lot of people looking at them with their heads poking around along the way, looking at the hands they held together, their eyes were full of ridicule.

Being scrutinized like this, Ji Yu not only did not let go, but instead tightly held An Si's hand, letting the villagers watch.

He just wants to let those who listen to the wind and rain like to chew their tongues see that he and the fourth brother are doing well!

Just arrived at the gate of Brother Yun's house, and saw Liu Fulang wearing a new suit, waiting outside the firewood gate in the yard.

Sure enough, An Wu didn't lie, Liu Fulang really got better, not only could get out of bed, but also his face was flushed.Seeing them coming back, Liu Fulang's eyes turned red with joy, he dragged Ji Yu into the house, and asked tearfully, "Brother Yu, how are you these days?"

Ji Yu smiled and said: "Mum, I'm fine. Fourth brother is very good to me, mother, An Wu, everything is fine."