Qing Yuan then told the story of how the cavalry besieged the city and left a mark on the people's faces.
Then he told Jin Feng’s requirements for the story.
"Nowadays, many girls are looking for life and death. My husband hopes that the young master can write a story and our dance team will perform it to inspire the sisters to forget the terrible past and look forward to the beautiful life in the future."
"Damn cavalry!"
Chen Wenyuan gritted his teeth when he heard this, and he respected Jin Feng even more in his heart.
I almost blurted out that I didn’t want any money and would write stories for Jin Feng for free.
Later, when I thought that my lover was still struggling in a sea of suffering, I reluctantly held back the topic.
"Mr. Jin is very righteous. Logically speaking, I shouldn't collect money, but... But Miss Qingyuan also knows about my situation..."
The hero has no money and is short of breath. Chen Wenyuan, who has always been eloquent, now becomes stammering.
"What did the young master say?"
Qingyuan said: "My husband often says that if you work hard, you should be rewarded. If you are grateful to my husband, then try to write a better story and don't live up to my husband's expectations."
"Xiaosheng must try his best to write!"
Chen Wenyuan quickly assured and then asked: "When will Mr. Jin need it?"
"Of course, the sooner the better!" Qingyuan said: "The girls outside the city are not in a good condition right now. Recently, more and more people are committing suicide."
Some girls failed to pass the first screening of Zhenyuan Army due to physical reasons or young age.
This also extinguished their newly raised hope again.
Many girls committed suicide after returning home.
This was something Jin Feng had not expected, and it was also the reason why he was anxious.
Although these girls did not die because of him, he felt uncomfortable.
However, he had promised to build a textile factory and guaranteed jobs for all the girls, but they still couldn't think about it. Jin Feng had no good solution for a while. He could only hope to recruit someone to make up some stories, which might change their minds.
At first, he originally wanted to write it himself, but he knew that his own thoughts were very different from the traditional thoughts of Dakang, and he could not guarantee whether what he wrote would be suitable.
What is suitable is the best.
If the stories he writes not only fail to inspire the girls, but actually stimulate them, then the gain outweighs the loss.
So in the end I decided to spend some money to find someone to write it.
Then he chooses from them.
"Xiaosheng understands. Xiaosheng will go back and prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, fill it with lamp oil, and start writing today."
Chen Wenyuan was also a little impatient.
"This is one tael of silver. Young Master will use it first. If the story written by Young Master can be chosen by my husband, I will pay the rest!"
Qingyuan took out a small silver nugget and handed it to Chen Wenyuan.
"Miss Qingyuan, you don't need so much. I just need to deposit a hundred cents, which is enough for me to buy paper, ink and lamp oil."
Chen Wenyuan waved his hand.
I felt more and more ashamed.
Not to mention the subsequent remuneration, the deposit of just one tael of silver was enough to ask him to write a story.
And just now he was still doubting whether Jin Feng would deliberately default on his debt...
"Master, just take it!"
Qingyuan handed the money to Chen Wenyuan.
Chen Wenyuan couldn't refuse anymore and had no choice but to accept.
Paper, ink and lamp oil are not cheap. He only has a few copper coins in his pocket now, and he really needs money.
After sending Chen Wenyuan away, the madam helped Qingyuan find several other down-and-out scholars.
With a few taels of silver as a foundation, these scholars were very motivated and stopped visiting brothels. They immediately went home and wrote hard.
Stimulated by the money, almost all the scholars worked on their manuscripts overnight. Early the next morning, Qingyuan, who was waiting in Hanxiang Tower, received several manuscripts one after another.
At noon, the last scholar also handed over the manuscript.
Qingyuan did not dare to delay and returned to Damang Slope with the manuscript as soon as possible.
Jin Feng read the files last night and selected dozens of death row inmates.
I had just woken up and was preparing to eat.
When he learned that Qingyuan was looking for him, he cheered up and asked Da Liu to take him into the tent.
"Miss Qingyuan, have you eaten?" Jin Feng yawned and asked, "Let's eat something together?"
"No... no need!" Qingyuan quickly waved her hand.
But my stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
She had no choice but to come back in a hurry and didn't have time to have lunch. When she saw the food, her stomach couldn't help but protest.
Qingyuan's little face suddenly turned red, and her toes almost made holes in the soles of her shoes.
"There are no outsiders, why are you so polite?"
Jin Feng smiled and handed over a pair of chopsticks: "I don't have the energy to eat alone, so just treat it as a treat and eat some with me."
Jin Feng had already said this, so Qingyuan had no choice but to sit across from him.
After sitting down, he quickly stood up and took the package from behind: "Sir, this is the story I received."
"Thanks for your hard work!"
Jin Feng took the manuscript and gave Qingyuan a few pieces of pork ribs with a smile: "I have to say, Miss Qingyuan, you are really good at eating. It's rare for me to secretly open a small stove, but you caught up with me. Try the sweet and sour pork ribs,
Make sure you haven’t eaten it elsewhere.”
Normally, Jin Feng would have a big meal with his bodyguard, but today he got up late and missed the meal, so Da Liu asked the cook to start a small stove.
Although the cooking is not as authentic as Runniang's and Guan Xiaorou's, it is still amazing enough for Qingyuan who has only eaten stew.
She originally just wanted to take a few symbolic bites, but she was conquered after eating the first piece.
Seeing Jin Feng looking down at the manuscript, he couldn't help but pick up another piece.
The fried pork ribs are wrapped in flour, with a moderate sweetness and sourness, and not greasy or greasy. You can't stop eating it.
After chewing on the second piece, Qingyuan's greed was completely hooked.
"Eat another piece, just eat another piece!"
Qingyuan noticed that Jin Feng was still looking down at the manuscript, so she carefully picked up another piece.
Then piece after piece...
By the time Qingyuan finally had enough, the vegetable pot had already bottomed out...
After secretly burping, Qingyuan looked around to see where there was a crack in the ground that she could dig into.
You obviously wanted to eat a few pieces, why couldn't you hold back?
It's fine now, she's eaten the entire bowl, and Jin Feng hasn't eaten yet.
At this time, Jin Feng also finished reading the first manuscript, took a bite of rice, and was about to add vegetables when he found that the vegetable basin was empty.
"First... sir... this is so delicious, I... I can't hold it back..."
Qingyuan lowered her head and clasped the table hard with both hands, almost tearing the table apart.
His face was so red that he almost dripped blood.
"Hahaha, it's okay. Just let the kitchen cook another one. I just don't have any appetite. Let's take a look at the manuscript first."
Jin Feng smiled and called Da Liu and asked him to notify the cooking team to cook two more dishes.
Qingyuan wanted to leave, but was afraid that Jin Feng wanted to ask questions and couldn't find her, so she stayed.
But he didn't sit still. He took the teapot on the small stove and helped Jin Feng make a cup of tea.
Jin Feng didn't stop him either. He drank tea and read the manuscript.
Neither of them spoke, appearing peaceful and harmonious.
Qingyuan suddenly felt that it would be good if it stayed quiet like this.
Unfortunately, as soon as he had this idea, the tranquility was broken by Jin Feng.