At this time, everyone in the alley, including Lin Feng, had not noticed the trouble caused by the cremation ghost who was rushing to escape.

"This literary sage understands the righteousness well and is worthy of being a literary giant who can write such a unique book as "The Dream of the Sect"! I really know my mistake. If you don't hold me accountable, I will naturally find a solution."

I’ll make up for the royalties I owe you.”

"But I beg you to let me off for the moment and give me some time to prepare so much silver."

Although he said this, the shopkeeper named Wang had already thought of running away with the money.

Are you kidding me? For so many years as a shopkeeper in a book store, the money I earned from this alone is as much as several thousand taels.

The account books have been obtained. If he doesn't take the money and run away quickly, what else is he waiting for?

"No! You have to pay us the royalties you owe our young master now. You won't even get a cent!"

Before Lin Feng could say anything, the little maid Shuang'er was already anxious.

But as soon as she finished speaking, before the store manager could think of a way to deal with her, he heard a sudden explosion in Yulan Zhai.

"It's not good! There's a fire in the shopkeeper's room! Everyone, hurry up and put out the fire!"

"How can we save such a big fire! Everyone, hurry up and move things in the warehouse!"

...

"There's a fire in my room?"

At this moment, the shopkeeper was playing tricks in his mind, thinking about how to send Lin Feng and the others away so that he could escape temporarily. However, when he heard such bad news coming from the bookstore, he immediately looked up.

Sure enough, he saw that the bedroom that belonged to him alone on the second floor was filled with thick smoke and flames were shooting out of the window.

"Oh! God! You are really trying to force me, Wang, to death! All my years of hard work and so much money have been destroyed by this fire!"

When he thought of the bed full of gold and silver ingots hidden in the secret compartment under his bed, as well as a lot of banknotes, he couldn't care less about Shuang'er who was collecting debts from him. He pushed open the courtyard door and rushed out while crying.

Went back to the bookstore.

"Don't leave! You haven't paid our young master the royalties yet!"

The little maid Shuang'er wanted to chase after her, but was stopped by Lin Feng.

"Stop chasing him. That little money is not worth our being serious with him. Didn't you hear him say that all the money left behind was burned in the fire? Evil people will have their own consequences, and God will punish him for us."

Seeing that the black-hearted shopkeeper who was owed royalties had run away, and his benefactor had not received the money he deserved, the scholar who was saved by Lin Feng also joined in at this time.

"My benefactor, you helped the villain and his friends recover their literary fees, but you didn't get back a penny yourself. The villain has no confidence in holding the money."

"Originally, I only needed one penny to buy medicine for my mother. With the extra money, I made the decision for those brothers and sisters. I will give half of it to you first, even if it is to repay you for asking for the medicine for us.

Just be a little careful."

As the poor scholar spoke, he began to count the banknotes from his arms.

Unexpectedly, the scholar who was in trouble at this time would actually take the initiative to donate generously and use his deserved wages to pay Lin Feng's royalties for the black-hearted shopkeeper.

Shuang'er and Su Nanqing looked at each other, and they both saw their admiration for this poor scholar's character in each other's eyes.

"You can feel free to take the wages of you literati. I won't miss the little money he owes me."

Lin Feng smiled and pushed back the banknote handed over by the poor scholar.

"How can that work? This is all the money we earned from copying your "Zongmen Dream". How can we let you, the original author, suffer while we, the brainless people, benefit? This is unreasonable. In fact,

It’s unjustifiable!”

Seeing that the banknotes he had finally counted were rejected by Lin Feng in person, the poor scholar felt a little anxious now.

"Oh? Is my casually written "Zongmen's Dream" really so recognized by you literati?"

Seeing how persistent he was, Lin Feng became more interested in this poor scholar.

"Of course! This book can be said to be written casually by you, but for us literati, even if we think about it and burn our heads, we will definitely not be able to achieve one thousandth of your writing skills.

!”

"I still remember the poem you wrote at the beginning, 'The paper is full of absurd words and a handful of bitter tears. Even if the author is crazy, who can understand the meaning?', the artistic conception of this poem alone is enough to make us

It is beyond the reach of these ordinary literati. I am lucky enough to read the master's beautiful articles in this life, but it is a pity that I will never have the opportunity to copy the master's books in the future, and I will no longer be able to read the master's subsequent articles. Alas..."

The poor scholar had just finished praising Lin Feng for his wonderful writing, but he thought that he had fallen out with the shopkeeper of Yulan Zhai this time, and his business of copying books would probably be gone in the future.

More importantly, he could no longer copy the book, and he would no longer have the opportunity to read the later chapters of "Zongmen Dream" for free, and he suddenly felt sad.

Halfway through what I was saying, I unconsciously couldn't speak any more.

Who would have thought that he was just standing alone in front of Lin Feng with his head lowered for a few breaths, when he suddenly felt his arms holding the broken silver and banknotes sinking.

When I looked at it again, I didn't know when a thick hardcover thread-bound book appeared.

The scholar who didn't know why hurriedly turned over the cover of the book to take a look, but was shocked to find that the three characters "Zongmen Dream" were written in handwriting in the most conspicuous position on the cover.

"The dream of the sect... is actually the "Dream of the sect"! It is the complete version of "The Dream of the sect"! It is also the original handwritten by the young master!"

It was obvious at a glance that what he was holding was the completed copy of "Zongmen Dream". The scholar's mood at this time was so exciting that he could not describe it!

It turned out that Lin Feng had read through his mind just now when he mentioned that he could no longer copy books and felt sad.

When he was dejected, he quietly signaled Shuang'er with his eyes to take out the original copy of "Zongmen Dream" that was originally going to be given to the shopkeeper of the bookstore for Yu Lanzhai to publish the latest chapter, and personally delivered it to the poor scholar's arms.

inside.

"Since you like reading this book so much, I'll just leave it to you."

Lin Feng's understatement made the scholar almost jump up on the spot with excitement.

"Really! This benefactor, are you kidding me? Do you really have the opportunity to read my benefactor's complete "Zongmen Dream"?"

He didn't expect that his casual move would actually make the scholar so excited. Lin Feng waved his hand to indicate to him that it was just a trivial matter.

"Of course, how could I keep my word?"

After receiving Lin Feng's affirmation, seeing the hand of this poor scholar holding the book "Zongmen Dream" trembling, his longing eyes seemed to be that he couldn't wait to do it in front of them in this small room.

In the alley, it was like reading the entire plot of "Zongmen Dream".

Lin Feng added with a playful expression.

"However, I promised to read this book to you, but you have to meet one of my conditions."

After hearing what Lin Feng added, the scholar couldn't help but tremble, and when he looked at Lin Feng, he unconsciously felt a little more confused.

"Sure enough, there is no free lunch in this world? How could I be stupid enough to think that this young master would let me read his entire "Zongmen Dream" for free for no reason, and he was still in Luanxi County,

No, it should be because no one in the whole of Daxia has the honor to read his authentic works."

Although the scholar suddenly became cautious, he really couldn't understand why he, a poor student who couldn't even afford food, could be used by others. What's more, the other party was his savior.

.

So he was confused, so he just asked directly.

"Sir, if you have any conditions, just ask. Although I don't have much ability, as long as my benefactor can use me, I will be happy to do it for my benefactor, even if I have to go through fire and water. Otherwise, I can't repay my kindness."

Thank you for your kindness in saving my life."

Seeing that the scholar in front of him had a serious face and said what he said to him as if he was going to die generously, Lin Feng quickly smiled and waved his hand.

"The risk of going through fire and water is not as serious as what you said. What I want you to do for me is to take the place of Yulanzhai, gather your literary friends, and help me put this book of Sect Dreams in Luanxi

The county will publish it."

"If there is any income, we will still divide the accounts according to the ratio of 50 to 50. You are a good person and I can trust you. If you like the book I wrote, you will naturally do your best when selling it. What do you think of such conditions?

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Chapter completed!