It's just a simulation game, how did the fairy become real?

"Brother Su wants to write something, and it might be quite a lot."

Xin Quan: "Won't that tire him out?"

Xin Shuo: ? ? ?

Xin Zhanhong: "You brat, go and write it for him!"

Xin Quanlian nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, you write it for me!"

"We must make Lord Pei feel our sincerity!"

Xin Shuo: ? ? ?

Who in this family is actually making a living by selling calligraphy and paintings?

"Brother Su, just tell me what you want to write, and I'll write it down for you."

Xin Shuo returned with the writing implements in his own hands, a bitter expression on his face.

My father and grandfather looked like they were about to devour me.

If he dared to refuse, I probably wouldn't even be able to leave this room.

"what?

Why is Young Master Xin being so polite?

"You don't need to come, I can manage myself!"

Su Chen didn't plan to compile many secret manuals; enough would suffice!

It's just a pretext anyway.

As for Xin Shuo writing for him, Su Chen never even considered it.

The Xin family is one of the most prominent families in the city.

As the eldest son and grandson, Xin Shuo's status was incredibly high.

This person personally offered to ghostwrite for me?

Suck--

Outrageous!

"Brother Su, can't others see what you're writing?"

"That's not true."

It's all made up, feel free to look at it!

"Is it because you think my handwriting is ugly?"

"how could be!"

"Then let me write it down for you; Brother Su can just dictate it!"

As Xin Shuo spoke, he glanced at the door and saw his father and grandfather peeking at him, feeling a sense of helplessness.

"Isn't this...not good?"

"For my safety, Brother Su, please feel free to let me write on your behalf!"

Xin Shuo spoke with righteous indignation.

This is no longer a matter of whether or not to help!

It's not about whether he'll get beaten to death!

So, Su Chen dictated while Xin Shuo wrote it down.

Xin Quan and Xin Zhanhong peeked outside the door for a long time. After confirming that there was no danger to his life, they waited until Xin Shuo's hands and back ached before taking over his ghostwriting work.

At first, Su Chen refused.

However, unable to refuse their earnest request, he had no choice but to let the two of them write it on his behalf.

The Xin family is really nice!

So enthusiastic!

"Young Master Su!"

There are three different handwritings in the manual, so it should be fine, right?

Xin Quan held the ancestral manual he had just finished writing and looked at Su Chen with a puzzled expression.

The content here is fine when viewed separately, but when put together, it leaves him feeling confused and completely unable to understand it.

"It doesn't matter.

Anyway, nobody's going to see it, so we'll just say it was patched up because it was torn.

Su Chen waved his hand, saying that Cui Xia needed a reason, and this flaw was nothing; he would cover it up for him.

Xin Zhanhong cautiously asked, "Young Master Su, is there anything else you need me to do?"

"It's not really about giving orders; there's nothing else to do for the time being."

Actually, I came here today intending to ask Young Master Xin if he needed to buy any calligraphy or paintings, but I never expected it to turn out like this.

Buying calligraphy and paintings?

Lord Pei wants to sell his calligraphy?

What play is this about?

Lord Pei has confiscated so many noble families, how could he possibly be short of money?

Was they testing them to see if they were exploiting the people?

Giving too much money is not acceptable, nor is giving too little!

What should we do?!

Lord Pei!

Don't ask such difficult questions!

Chapter 46 of the game has been updated.

"I wonder what the prices are for Young Master Su's calligraphy and paintings?"

Xin Quan asked tentatively.

It's too expensive. Even if you can afford it, if you actually take it out, you'll have to question the source of the money.

"Grandpa, didn't I already tell you?"

Two calligraphy pieces and one painting, totaling two taels of silver.

"What's it to you!"

Xin Quan glared at his grandson, "What are you doing, meddling in this!"

"It's all thanks to Young Master Xin's kindness!"

Xin Zhanhong exchanged a glance with his father, and then slowly spoke.

"How about this: we have several ancient books in our mansion that need to be rewritten. Young Master Su can stay in our mansion, and we will cover all your daily food, drink and living expenses. After each ancient book is rewritten, we will give you one hundred taels of silver."

how is it? "

Su Chen was stunned for a moment; this price was already astronomical.

Copying a book would be enough for him to get through the short-term difficulties.

"It's feasible."

But could I withdraw a portion first?

Su Chen asked another question: the medicinal materials needed for recuperation are quite expensive, and since he cannot withdraw the money in advance, his medication will have to be stopped.

"no problem!

housekeeper!

Bring me one hundred taels of silver!

Not long after Xin Zhanhong spoke, the butler, whose face was a little pale, came running over with a tray of silver.

"Thank you, Master!"

Su Chen thanked the steward and turned to take the silver from him.

"For routine purchases, Young Master Su can instruct the steward to do them."

The expenses can be charged to your household.

"Why don't you use the money I earned from copying books to pay for it?"

"also!"

Xin Zhanhong and his father exchanged a glance.

If he were truly Prime Minister Pei, he wouldn't be so kind.

First, settle the person in your residence, and then observe them slowly!

"The butler looks rather weak. Has he recently fallen ill?"

Su Chen glanced at the butler who was about to leave and casually remarked something.

"I ate something bad and have a bit of an upset stomach."

"Just a couple of days of rest will do the trick."

After the butler finished speaking, he strode away from the courtyard.

Su Chen stood there, watching the other person leave.

Based on their brief contact, he could tell that the butler definitely didn't have an upset stomach.

He smelled of blood.

He's probably injured.