That night, Zhang San didn't know that two girls had insomnia because of him.
Fang Keying was lying on the bed recalling what happened today, her face was slightly red, and her heart was not angry at Zhang San's wanton behavior. On the contrary, she was a little emotional.
"Fang Keying, why are you so shameless?" He cursed himself secretly, trying to force himself to sleep, but there was always a figure of a person flashing in his mind.
The more she thought about it, the more unbearable she became, as if a kitten was scratching herself. Fang Keying hugged the pillow, stretched out her slender legs from the quilt, and twisted around the quilt.
"Xiaoyu, you have to know your identity clearly. You shouldn't have any inappropriate thoughts. The master doesn't treat you as an outsider and treats yourself like a little sister. How can you have these thoughts?"
Xiaoyu sat at the table, leaning on her head, forcing herself not to think too much, but the more she did this, the harder it became to calm down.
As the instigator, Zhang San thought of a way to please Fang Keying, so he slept soundly, and some beautiful pictures flashed in his dream.
The next day, Zhang San threw away his underwear in embarrassment and destroyed the body. Thinking of his dream at night, Zhang San was speechless.
"Good morning, Xiaoyu!" Zhang San opened the door and saw Xiaoyu sitting on the stone bench in the yard, and said hello.
"Good morning, young master, breakfast is ready in the kitchen." Xiaoyu had returned to normal after a night of self-psychological counseling, and saw Zhang San smiling sweetly.
"Our Xiaoyu is getting more and more beautiful." Zhang San couldn't help but praise Xiaoyu when he saw her sweet smile.
"Sir..." Xiaoyu shouted and ran away.
Zhang San smiled bitterly and shook his head, still so shy.
"Third brother, you lazy idiot, the sun is already basking your butt, so you just got up." Zhang San came to the dining table. The younger sister was already sitting there and eating. Seeing Zhang San come in, she rolled her eyes and said.
Zhang San touched his nose. He didn't know how he offended this little girl. He didn't answer. He sat there with a steamed bun and vegetables and ate it.
"Sister Xiaoyu, why don't you eat?" the younger sister asked when she saw Xiaoyu sitting there without moving her chopsticks.
"I'll wait for the porridge to cool down before eating it. You can eat it first." Xiaoyu replied.
"Third brother, have you bullied Sister Xiaoyu again?" The younger sister tapped the bowl with a chopstick and stared at Zhang San and asked.
"How could I bully Xiaoyu if I can't shut your mouth after eating? Eat more, Xiaoyu, and don't talk to my little sister." Zhang San helped Xiaoyu put a chopstick of vegetables into a bowl and said.
"Thank you, Master." Xiaoyu felt warm in her heart and looked at Zhang San lovingly.
"Hey, it's like this so early in the morning!" the younger sister joked.
"Eat your food!" Zhang San said angrily.
This girl is becoming more and more unruly. She used to be such a sensible and considerate girl, but now she is so naughty. Zhang San shouted in his heart.
The three of them finished their breakfast happily, and Zhang San was ready to go for a walk and stop by the industrial park to see Zhang Ergou's work progress.
Before reaching the front hall, a servant came in and reported that there was a Taoist priest calling himself Miaoying Zhenren at the door, who wanted to see him.
When Zhang San heard that it was Master Miaoying who had arrived, he ran to the door to greet him enthusiastically.
"Master, long time no see. Last time I went to the Taoist temple, I heard that you went to see a doctor in another place." Zhang San ran out and saw Master Miaoying standing there and said happily.
"I have met the lord," Master Miaoying said in a salute with his hands raised.
"Isn't this the Zhesha boy, Master? You'd better call me by my name. Without you, I wouldn't be here today. Please come in quickly. From now on, we will treat this as our own home. We welcome Master at any time." Zhang San quickly helped him up.
Miaoying Zhenren invited the real person to his house.
"When you see the real person coming in the future, you don't need to pass the news. Please come in directly. The real person is my elder. You must not lose your etiquette." Zhang San told his servants again.
Seeing Zhang San being so polite to him, Master Miaoying felt very emotional. He was really a kind boy, and he deserved his help to him in the first place.
"Xiao San, this poor Taoist came here to ask for something." Master Miaoying followed Zhang San to the living room and said straight to the point.
"Zhenren, if you have anything to do, just tell me. I will try my best to help Zhenren get it done." Zhang San said sincerely.
Zhang San was very grateful to Master Miaoying. He had taken good care of Zhang San's brothers and sisters and his family in his early years, and even saved his own life. Zhang San had always wanted to find an opportunity to repay the favor.
"Okay, mistress, I came here this time because I heard that you have now opened a bookshop. Can you still print books?" asked Master Miaoying.
"Yes, it's true. It's in Chang'an City, and it's called Sanwei Bookstore. It just opened not long ago." Zhang San replied.
"Sanwei Bookstore! This is a good name." Master Miaoying wiped his beard and praised.
"It's like this. I want you to help me publish a medical book. I compiled it based on previous works and my own clinical experience. It's called "A Thousand Gold Prescriptions" and I..."
Before Master Miaoying could finish speaking, Zhang San stood up in surprise and said, "Did you just say that you wrote "A Thousand Gold Prescriptions"?"
Although Zhang San studied Western medicine, he still knew the name of this book and had read part of it. As the author of this book, he was called the King of Medicine by later generations.
"Let me go, Master Miaoying is Sun Simiao? How is it possible?" Zhang San shouted in his heart.
Master Miaoying felt a little uneasy when he saw Zhang San's reaction. He was afraid of Zhang San's rejection, so he said, "Xiaosan, is there any problem? If you are in trouble, I will think of other solutions." Master Miaoying asked.
"Oh, no, it's not the real person. I was a little rude just now. I'm sorry. I would like to ask if the real person's name is Sun Simiao?" Zhang San asked cautiously.
"Um, mistress, why do you ask that? Did you really hit your head last time? Don't you know my name is Sun Simiao?" Sun Simiao asked strangely.
After Sun Simiao became a monk, he often called himself Taoist, and most people called him Zhenren. Zhang Sanzhen did not connect the two.
Now hearing Sun Simiao ask this question, he explained in embarrassment: "Oh, maybe there are some sequelae from last time, I'll forgive you."
"Do you need me to help you take a look again?" Sun Simiao asked with concern after hearing this.
"Oh, no need, have you brought the book "Real Person"? I will arrange for someone to evaluate the quotation for you. If you think the price is suitable, we will arrange for typesetting and printing immediately." Zhang San quickly changed the subject.
"It's okay. If you feel uncomfortable in any way, come to the Taoist temple to find me at any time. I will be at the Taoist temple recently." Sun Simiao replied.
"Okay, thank you so much, Master." Zhang San said with a smile.
"I've brought the manuscript. You can see how much it costs, and I'll go back and raise money to send it to you." Sun Simiao took out a dozen manuscripts from the medicine box beside him and handed them to Zhang San and said.
"Master, what kind of money are you raising? We don't charge for publishing books. What I just said is to estimate how much money we need to give you to publish your book." Zhang San explained.
"Xiao San, you don't have to be like this. Just tell me how much it will cost. After all, publishing a book still costs money. I just hope you can help me arrange the publication as soon as possible." Sun Simiao thought Zhang San was embarrassed to accept the money, so he said this.
I looked for several publishing places, but the prices were too high, and I had to wait in line for the book to be released. I don’t know when.
In addition to seeing a doctor this time, Sun Simiao also asked his friends to raise some money to publish a book.
After I came back, I heard that Zhang San also opened a bookstore now, so I thought I would come over and ask. Considering that I had helped his family in the past, I could publish it for myself as soon as possible. As for the price, I would accept it as long as it was not too high.
Unexpectedly, Zhang San said that not only did he not want the money, but he would also give him money, which made Sun Simiao feel very sorry.
"Real person, our bookstore really doesn't charge money for publishing books. You will know after you come back and inquire. There is no need to lie to you. Of course, we also have a request, that is, if you publish it with us, we have the right to give priority to selling it in our bookstore."
Zhang San said with a smile.
"Is that true?" Sun Simiao still didn't believe it. He had originally inquired that if he printed a hundred copies of his book, it would cost about twenty guan.
"Of course, how many copies are you going to publish for the first time? How about five thousand copies first?" Zhang San asked.
"Five thousand copies?" Sun Simiao was very excited. Originally, he only thought of one or two hundred copies. After all, his financial resources were limited.
"What? Really, is it too little? It's like this. Our new bookstore has just been established not long ago, and we don't have much liquidity on the books. According to my preliminary estimate, we need to give you about 50 yuan for these 5,000 books, boy.
I just had someone buy a batch of books yesterday, so the funds are not very sufficient."
Zhang San asked shopkeeper Sun to take the money to collect wool yesterday, and now there is really not much liquidity on the books.
Sun Simiao felt like his brain was running out of money today. Not only did he not have to spend a penny, but he could also get fifty coins. Isn't this a bit too fantasy?
"I don't want the mistress' money. You can help me pay as much as you can." Sun Simiao replied.
"How is this possible? You have worked so hard to write a book, and we still have to pay you what you deserve. Let's settle it like this first. I will arrange for someone to publish a batch of them later and show them to you then." Zhang San
replied.
"Then you don't need to read this book first?" Sun Simiao saw that Zhang San just flipped through a few pages at random, so he said it was okay. Wasn't it a bit too hasty.
"Of course the book brought by the real person is fine, so you can rest assured." Zhang San said with a smile.
What a joke, don’t you know if this book is valuable? The few pages I just read are almost the same as what I saw in my previous life. Besides, even if it’s not the same book, Zhang San will not hesitate to help him publish it.