Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 128 - . Learning makes people happy
Chapter 128: 128. Learning makes people happy
It took a great deal of effort to finish writing all the jokes and skits; the Calabash Brothers were nearly laughing themselves to death.
The entire gourd space was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Only Fang Zhou maintained a stony-faced expression throughout.
He originally thought the situation where he’d tell a joke, laugh nonstop, and no one around laughs would be awkward.
Little did he expect that telling a dumb joke, not laughing himself, but having others around him laugh like idiots would also be quite awkward.
Throughout the process, only the moment when Little Seventh, Zi Wen, laughed with snot bubbles seemed somewhat comical.
After the jokes were told, the Calabash Brothers still seemed to want more, with Little Seventh, Zi Wen, looking like she wanted to plead with Fang Zhou to tell a few more, but in the end, she didn’t speak up.
After all, Fang Zhou was the nemesis who had taken her precious gourd; she couldn’t forgive him so easily.
After finishing the jokes and skits, the last section was the serialization of the novel.
Fang Zhou did not choose those classic martial arts or cultivation novels to serialize; those were too slow to gain popularity, and with the different world, he wasn’t sure if those novels would be able to attract an audience.
Therefore, Fang Zhou decided to take a different approach, serializing novels that were guaranteed to be popular.
He was confident that the disciples of Heavenly Sword Sect would be unable to put them down after reading.
As Fang Zhou narrated the novel, the Calabash Brothers listened intently; ever since he began presenting the news and jokes, all was valuable content with no rubbish, and the Calabash Brothers never thought that just listening to someone talk could be such an interesting affair.
However, as they listened on, the expressions on the Calabash Brothers’ faces began to look a bit strange.
Except for the youngest, Zi Wen and Lan Shao, who didn’t quite understand, from the eldest, Hong Tang, to the fifth, Qing Lan, all showed surprised expressions, even unconsciously stopping their ongoing work.
They hadn’t expected the novel narrated by Fang Zhou to be so explicit, so shameless.
Yes, the novel that Fang Zhou was preparing to serialize was one with erotic content.
Not the kind with mere insinuations, but the real deal, one that would mysteriously disappear as soon as it was written.
In any world, as long as there are desires, such novels are bound to be popular, more stable than any famous masterpiece.
“Cough cough!”
Hong Tang suddenly coughed, startling her sisters back to their tasks.
But each of them perked up their ears, not willing to miss a single word from Fang Zhou’s narration.
Hidden in Lanruo Temple, at most, they had only seen the spring palace sketches collected by Cheng Xing or something like the Monastic Lantern, nowhere had they come across the explosive content carefully selected by Fang Zhou.
Soon, they all started to breathe heavily; Cheng Xing, who was recording, bowed her head, fidgeting, and from time to time, she would swing her legs and twist her waist.
At the same time, their impression of Fang Zhou completely changed in their hearts.
This guy looked reserved and steady, but who would have thought he’d be such a screwball.
The ethos of male inferiority and female superiority was prevalent in both the human and Cultivation World, and it was also quite influential among the monsters; on the surface, it seemed to be the law of the jungle where the powerful ruled, but the powerful were female monsters, and the majority of male monsters had to rely on the wings of female monsters to survive.
Thus, listening to Fang Zhou’s lascivious stories, the Calabash Brothers didn’t feel shy but rather found it exciting and titillating, each of them feeling itchy with curiosity.
Fang Zhou chose a medium-length novel, about two chapters for a single page, and by the end of it, he felt parched and tongue-tied.
From Hong Tang to Qing Lan, all had slightly blushed cheeks, but each pretended to look serious.
The atmosphere was a bit pink and ambiguous, and Fang Zhou also feigned indifference; there would be opportunities in the future, but now was not the time for fun, there were more important matters at hand.
After the printing of the two pages of the news section was completed, Fang Zhou and Cheng Xing together arranged the layout for the jokes, skits, and novel, waiting for the ink on one side of the newspapers to dry before printing the other side.
One person and seven monsters stayed busy in the gourd space for almost three days before they managed to print a thousand copies of the newspaper.
Making the clay stamps, typesetting, and printing were the most time-consuming parts; the rest was nothing more than repetitive work.
After all the hustle and bustle, Fang Zhou stretched himself and said to the gourd children, who also seemed a bit weary, “Thanks for the hard work, everyone. I’ll give you a bonus at the end of the month.”
The gourd children didn’t react much; they couldn’t even leave the gourd, so what was the use of a bonus?
But Fang Zhou, like a capitalist squeezing every bit of work from his employees, made a promise and immediately instructed the gourd children to continue making sets of movable type printing tools as before, in order to expand the scale of production.
Then he took a thousand copies of the newspaper and left the gourd space.
Once Fang Zhou had left, Cheng Xing quietly took out a newspaper; she had sneakily hidden it just before.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to hide a few more for her sisters, but since they couldn’t read, it was useless to do so.
Even so, seeing Cheng Xing with the newspaper, her sisters quickly gathered around.
Xiao Qi and Xiao Liu begged Cheng Xing to retell those jokes and funny stories.
But Cheng Xing’s gaze swept over her older sisters from the eldest to the fifth.
As if they had a telepathic understanding, the five sisters nodded in unison, then sent Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi away.
“Be good, you two go play over there. We sisters have important matters to discuss.”
After Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi had left, the five sisters formed a circle.
Cheng Xing sat in the middle, took a deep breath, and then solemnly turned the newspaper to the fiction section and began to read aloud, word by word.
Initially, her sisters didn’t take Cheng Xing’s learning to read seriously; listening to her read would give them a headache, but now, they were as reverent as if on a pilgrimage, holding their breath and keeping quiet, afraid to miss a single word.
The clear sounds of reading echoed throughout the gourd space.
If a sage were in this world, seeing this scene, they would surely feel gratified.
Indeed, learning brings joy, and even monsters are no exception.
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After leaving the gourd space, Fang Zhou tightly tied up the thousand copies of the newspaper with straw ropes, then chopped down some bamboo to make long tables and chairs.
The next day, Fang Zhou summoned the Xuanyuan Sword, took the newspapers and tables and chairs, and flew towards Yujian Peak.
Familiarity breeds ease; coming to Yujian Peak for the second time, Fang Zhou finally didn’t take any shortcuts but approached through the main entrance.
There were disciples guarding the main entrance, so Fang Zhou asked them to go inform Yu Qing.
Shortly after, Yu Qing hastened over upon receiving the news.
Seeing Fang Zhou with a thousand copies of the newspaper, Yu Qing showed an expression of disbelief.
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It had only been one day, and Yu Qing couldn’t imagine how Fang Zhou managed to produce so many newspapers.
Had it not been for the fact that she had accompanied Fang Zhou to the workshop to purchase paper and ink just yesterday, Yu Qing would have doubted whether Fang Zhou had prepared the newspapers in advance.
“Taoist Fang… you’ve really given me a pleasant surprise.”
Yu Qing exclaimed in amazement, thinking it would take at least a dozen days for Fang Zhou to produce the newspapers.
“You’ll see even more surprises.”
Fang Zhou smiled and then asked, “Where do you think would be a good spot for me to set up a stall? Ideally, a spacious area with a good flow of people.”
Yu Qing thought about it and answered, “Go to Chaoyang Palace. Many disciples have their morning classes there.”
Saying so, Yu Qing casually picked up a copy of the newspaper, exactly at the fiction section.
She saw four big characters written on it.
“*****?”
