Chapter 86

At this moment, the two of them were no longer as awkward as before. Previously, they had no common topics to discuss; whenever Yue Heng mentioned the troop and supply wagons, Su Weiwei would change the subject. Now, with the story of the Yang Family Generals, the two of them sipped tea and ate snacks while discussing the details.

It was mainly Su Weiwei asking questions, and Yue Heng answering.

"This Pan Renmei is truly despicable. Why didn't the entire court of officials oppose him immediately?"

"Because the influential officials were all being modest to each other, which allowed Pan Renmei to exploit the loophole and seize the opportunity. The emperor is a man of his word; once he makes a decision, he won't easily allow others to overturn it."

"Right, what about the Song Dynasty and the Liao Dynasty? Where are they? The northern country invaded the Central Plains, but these terms seem to be from ancient times before the Qin Dynasty. There are no records in historical documents, though~"

"Um... cough, cough... Little girl, you're still young and don't understand many things. This society is very dark. There are river crab spirits outside, and some real place names and personal names cannot be spoken casually, or else you might be targeted by the river crab spirits. The story might even be banned from being told..."

"Hmph~ Mister Yue, there are no such things as river crab spirits. You're being naughty again! And I'm actually a bit older than you. Don't call me a little girl anymore... Oh, why did I say that... I'm so embarrassed~"

"Hehe! I didn't say anything..."

Being able to meet Su Weiwei again in Qi City was the happiest thing for Yue Heng during this period. He encountered nothing but nonsense in the mansion, but with Su Weiwei, he experienced true relaxation.

"Truly a heavenly beauty, no wonder so many men are pursuing her... Well, I need to step up and win her over quickly!" After leaving Taiyi Wine House, Yue Heng returned to the mansion by carriage. Thinking of Su Weiwei's shy and charming figure, he couldn't help but motivate himself.

As soon as the carriage entered the mansion, Yue Heng took out the Fuxi Wenpan and contacted Lei Fatso, asking him to wait at the entrance of the Craftsmen Academy.

A while later, the carriage picked up Lei Fatso and the two of them went to the Scholar Academy dormitory.

After closing the door of the troop and supply wagon and activating the warning talisman, Yue Heng gestured for Lei Fatso to pour himself some water.

However, Lei Fatso sniffed like a dog, approached with a lecherous smile, and winked, saying, "Were you just on a date with a beauty?"

Yue Heng pushed him away irritably, "Brother Lei, you're a third-level ingenious craftsman, not a third-level puppy."

Lei Fatso rubbed his hands together smugly and teased, "You're just a rookie. This woman is definitely top-notch. Did you get her?"

Yue Heng was stunned and moved a chair to sit opposite Lei Fatso, humbly asking, "Impressive, Brother Lei. You could tell she was top-notch just by sniffing?"

Lei Fatso put his hands on his hips and laughed, "I, Lei Fatso, am famous in the craftsmen circle not only for my skills but also for my keen nose! I can distinguish the fragrance of a hundred flowers. Every year, when I go to the demon beast mountains to search for treasures and herbs, my efficiency is the highest! A mere woman's scent, I can't tell? I say she's top-notch because this subtle fragrance is called 'Clear Heart Dew,' made from thirty-three kinds of precious flowers. It harmonizes with a young girl's natural scent, soothing the heart and lungs, and evokes a man's protective desire rather than possessiveness!"

Yue Heng was stunned, "You can tell all that?"

Lei Fatso leaned in again, his small eyes gleaming with enthusiasm, and urged, "Only an inexperienced girl can fully bring out the effect of 'Clear Heart Dew.' Once a girl has lost her virginity, no matter how much she sprays, it won't work! Only a top-notch beauty, who is extremely confident and comes from a wealthy family, can afford 'Clear Heart Dew.' So, Brother Yue, being able to date such a woman means you're really making it. Hurry up and make her yours. Do you need me to give you some passion wine?"

Yue Heng rolled his eyes and pushed Lei Fatso, "Brother Lei, I'm serious about this relationship. You're thinking too dirty..."

Lei Fatso slapped his thigh and said with deep concern, "In this world, good things are always taken first. If you hesitate today, she might be taken by someone else tomorrow!"

Yue Heng didn't believe it. Su Weiwei had been a music teacher for so many years and still maintained her purity. She wouldn't give in easily.

Not wanting to talk about this anymore, Yue Heng set up a writing desk, took out a blank stone tablet, and activated a small illusion array with a burst of qi from his fingers. He said, "Brother Lei, please sit and keep quiet!"

Next, the blank stone tablet meticulously recorded the first chapter of the storytelling of "The Yang Family Generals," capturing Yue Heng's every movement and expression.

With a tap of the wooden clapper, the storytelling ended. Lei Fatso shivered and came to his senses, "What happened next? Who is that black guy?"

Yue Heng smiled, "Brother Lei, this is my new work, 'The Yang Family Generals.' Do you think it's good?"

Lei Fatso scratched his head, puzzled, "A novel? No, no, this is clearly a storytelling format. Hey, why does your method resemble that of a troubadour?"

"Exactly! But professional storytellers appeared earlier than troubadours. This is an ancient literary form, rare and niche in our world of scholars." Yue Heng explained, "Brother Lei, I just want to ask, what do you think of this story? Is it good?"

Lei Fatso's heart was racing, "Of course it's good! Tell me quickly, who is that black guy? Those three Pan brothers are really despicable. What happened to them in the end?"

Yue Heng chuckled and managed to calm the anxious Lei Fatso, then introduced how he had previously created "The Ballad of Mulan" and "Who Says Women Are Inferior to Men," two war poems and songs.

Next, he used the same technique, tapped the wooden clapper, and began the second episode of "The Yang Family Generals," "The Arena: Pan Bao's Ferocity."

"… It turned out he guessed right. The person who came was none other than the son of the old lord of Tianbo Mansion in the capital, Yang Yeyi, born to Lady She Saihua, the seventh in line, named Yang Yanshi, also known as Yang Seventh."

"Great! The Yang Family Generals are finally in action. Hurry up and beat that Pan Bao, that beastly thing!" Lei Fatso immediately rolled up his sleeves, indignant.

"…"

Yue Heng almost couldn't continue. This was just Yang Seventh. There were many more formidable people to come!

Yang Seventh, drunk, was brutally beaten on the arena by Pan Bao. He was kicked in the crotch and fell off the stage, making Lei Fatso's face turn red with anger, almost ready to strangle Yue Heng and demand a script change.

"… Seventh thought: Yes, I let him kick me down, which is a great disgrace to the Yang family. Thinking of this, he followed the old man's advice, vomited the alcohol, and the breeze cleared his head. His feet no longer wobbled. Seventh was delighted and shouted from the stage, 'Pan Bao, Pan Bao, grandpa is back!' Tap! To find out what happens next, please listen to the next episode!"

The second episode ended, and Pan Bao was still showing off. Lei Fatso wouldn't stand for it and grabbed Yue Heng's collar, forcing him to continue.

Yue Heng straightened his clothes, took a sip of water, and began the third episode, "Yang Seventh Splits Pan Bao."

The arena battle was intense. Yang Seventh, enraged, split Pan Bao in two, benefiting the people. Of course, Pan Renmei, Pan Bao's father, wouldn't stand for it and ordered the troops to capture Yang Seventh. Archers shot arrows at him, putting him in grave danger. Fortunately, he was saved by Ren Bing, who looked like Yang Sixth.

Pan Renmei, recognizing Yang Sixth, the prince consort, didn't dare to have the soldiers capture him. Instead, he stormed into the palace, determined to make the Yang family pay with blood.

"… Ren Tanghui saved Seventh by reporting Yang Jing's name, which brought a great disaster to the Yang family! Tap! To find out what happens next, please listen to the next episode!"

With the tap of the wooden clapper, Lei Fatso's heart raced. Listening to three episodes in a row still wasn't enough. He paced back and forth, restless, "Brother Yue, you're too mean! Every time it gets to the critical moment, you stop. What happened next? How did the Yang family deal with the great disaster? Did Yang Seventh run away? Will Yang Sixth be falsely accused and die? Hey, don't pack up yet. Please, tell me, brother..."

Yue Heng slowly put the wooden clapper and folding fan into his Qiankun bag and asked with a smile, "Brother Lei, I just want to ask, if 'The Yang Family Generals' has over a hundred episodes and we tell one episode every day, do you think many people will come to listen?"

"Yes! Absolutely! Wow, you're right. I've never heard the story of the Yang Family Generals before. It's truly thrilling!"

"Then, if I compile it into a book and sell stone tablets with my storytelling images, do you think people will buy them?"

"Yes! Absolutely!"

"Then, if we launch the 'Heroic Female Generals: Mulan Series' and release the war poems and songs, do you think people will be willing to pay to listen?"

"Yes! Absolutely!"

"Then, if we launch the prototypes of the weapons and tools from the war poems of 'The Yang Family Generals' and 'Mulan,' do you think people will be willing to pay to buy them?"

"Yes! Absolutely! Wow... Brother Yue, you're really thinking big!"

In terms of business acumen, three Yue Hengs combined wouldn't match one Lei Fatso.

However, in terms of writing talent, Yue Heng could outshine Lei Fatso by a mile.

With this back-and-forth, the fire in Lei Fatso's heart had turned into a raging inferno. They looked at each other and decided on the spot to go for it.

The copyright income from "The Yang Family Generals" itself, plus the development of related products, with Yue Heng providing the literary material and Lei Fatso creating valuable products, only needed a good platform and promotion.

Yue Heng said, "Brother Lei, I'll only be responsible for the storytelling. All other miscellaneous tasks and marketing will be handled by you. We'll split the profits fifty-fifty. How about it?"

Lei Fatso's eyes rolled, and he unusually humbly said, "For me to just run errands and get half, that's too much. Thirty percent would be enough!"

Yue Heng stopped him, "Don't say that. Brother Lei has a talent for business, and you're worth it. It's settled. Also, I have one more request. I hope to start the storytelling of 'The Yang Family Generals' at Taiyi Wine House."

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