At the same time, in the house on the other side.

Zhou Xiaomeng stayed at her desk writing until midnight.

There is no way, who asked her to write the book so well-sold, and she herself really likes to write this kind of story.

Nothing difficult.

In her last life, she had read so many romance novels. Now that she was here, all she had to do was switch the male and female roles and put on an ancient coat.

Those romantic novels that were originally addictive, such as "The Domineering CEO Falls in Love with Me", have suddenly transformed into the charming young man in the eyes of a domineering female boss, and are equally loved by men and women here.

Especially the men here.

According to the feedback collected from people in the bookstore, those men are simply crazy about love. Every day they imagine that a rich, beautiful and domineering woman will suddenly fall from the sky and like them as much as they like.

And some women have begun to learn the skills of those women in seducing their brothers, such as a hero suddenly saving the beauty, or coming to love and hugging her in circles.

Or maybe an inadvertent physical contact, especially lip to lip, triggers an explosion of love from body to spirit, or the kind of love that is unexpected and lingering due to the intervention of elders based on family background, which is very likely to happen.

It can quickly capture your brother's heart.

Of course, the boys in the brothel are the ones who have learned the most. Apart from picking up customers, their free time now is to rush for new books and go to the bookstore several times a day to ask when the new ones will be out.

Some have even paid huge deposits in advance.

The specially published 100 illustrated editions have been sold at high prices.

It has even spread to places outside Qingshui County.

Zhou Xiaomeng could feel the screams of those men as she thought about it.

As an author who is a big fan of books, and coupled with the requests from readers to update her books, she had no choice but to stay up late at night reading despite her illness.

The romance novels she is writing now are relatively early romance novels, and the male protagonists in them are still kind of weak and weak little white flowers.

She also tried to write an independent book, but the response was only average.

It seems that people here are more accustomed to ancient novels.

As she wrote, she couldn't help but be immersed in the plot of the book. After all, a good and excellent author must have a sense of involvement in order to make his readers feel a sense of involvement.

She didn't know whether she had written these words too much in her notebook recently, or whether she was affected by coming to this world of female supremacy. She couldn't help but start to fantasize about those heroic women saving men, and the scenes of strong women domineeringly beating weak men, and they can also...

She fantasizes about all kinds of men to match her bad tastes.

Most of them were those husbands, especially Gu Tingzhi. Sometimes it was Gu Weizhi, sometimes it was Gu Yezhi, sometimes it was Yunxi, and once it was even Shi Keshuang. The most terrible one was that there was that one.

Chu Qingmei.

My mother-in-law.

Zhou Xiaomeng, Zhou Xiaomeng, wake up and wake up.

Do you really want to open a harem here and accept all comers, regardless of gender?

The more I wrote, the more immersed I became, and before I knew it, it was late at night.

But she wrote with passion and no sleepiness.

Only the intermittent sound of the clock outside, as well as the soreness in her wrists and neck, repeatedly warned her that it was time to rest.

I flipped through the book and saw that there were still a few pages left, so I just forced myself to write two more pages. I hit a plot point that made people want to read it but couldn't see it, and prompted everyone to continue to press for more chapters.

Give up.

The duck feather pen could no longer be used and the ink was gone, so I gave up.

Speaking of which, this duck feather pen is more suitable for her than traditional brushes, but it is still not as easy to use as fountain pens, ballpoint pens and gel pens.

It's a pity that she can make glass, improve paper, make lard soap, candles, etc., but she can't make pens and ballpoint pens.

I can't help but think of how we were looked down upon by foreigners when our country didn't have ballpoint pen technology.

Alas, sometimes seemingly small things can stump a heroic man.

I checked it carefully again, using a brush to circle the typos and leave any blank spaces.

It is convenient for Yunxi to copy and Shi Keshuang to draw.

Speaking of it, she hated Shi Keshuang so much that her teeth itched.

Look at Yunxi, she repeatedly asked for dividends to be given to Yunxi, but Yunxi didn't want it. However, Shi Keshuang did a few small paintings and illustrations but got one-third of the dividends.

Return to the historian's son and profiteer.

A complete profiteer.

But it is undeniable that Shi Keshuang’s painting skills are really good.

And with him in charge of publicity, she was happy to devote herself to creation.

It is thanks to those lonely young masters that she has made a lot of money. Now her craft of writing books can account for one-fifth of her dividends in this food court.

I almost earn more than ten taels of silver every day.

Moreover, the ink printing technology she has created is also helping a lot and can make her a lot of money.

The sound of the clock was getting closer and closer. She listened carefully and realized that it was already half past midnight. It was already dawning early here and it would be dawning in another hour.

She quickly packed up and prepared to go to bed with her clothes on.

Otherwise, if she stays up all night for a few more nights, her skin will become unsightly.

But lying on the bed, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

The feeling of wanting to sleep but not being able to sleep is really overwhelming. Since I can't fall asleep, I just go out and enjoy the cold air.

She has a habit. Sometimes she really can't sleep, so she walks outside more or goes to the toilet to clean up, which makes it easier for her to fall asleep.

When she came back from the toilet and passed by the husband's house, she saw that the candles inside were still burning, and she couldn't help but stop.

The same goes for these couples. Five rooms were arranged for them, but they just liked to squeeze together.

Sighing, she continued back to the house, this time passing by the children's and Qingshu's houses.

Remembering Manager Liu's instructions yesterday, she paused, then gently opened the door and walked in.

There was a candle burning inside, but it was almost gone.

She quickly picked up a new one and put it on, and then dripped oil and wax and it stuck to the table.

What he saw was several children huddled on a big bed, with the quilt that was supposed to cover them being pinned under them.

One by one, there is no fear of being crushed to death.

Zhou Xiaomeng originally wanted to separate them, but was afraid of waking them up, so she had to find a new quilt to cover them.

these children.

The two of them were allowed to sleep in a large bed, which was quite spacious. They had to squeeze in the outer room because they were worried about their brother Qingshu.

Opening the curtain, it was the room where Shen Qingshu lived. Xiao Qi, who was supposed to take care of her, could no longer bear it and lay on the bed.

Maybe she accidentally rubbed against the threshold and woke up Xiao Qi. Xiao Qi rubbed his sleepy eyes and turned around. When he saw it was her, he hurriedly stood up and spoke.

She promptly put her hand on her lips and said "shh" to stop her.

Xiao Qi then stopped and lowered his voice.

"Boss, I'm sorry, I fell asleep."
Chapter completed!