"Then I'll leave first."

Jia Xu frowned slightly, his eyes a little confused.

Next step...where should I go? I can't stay at Wenliang's house...

Wenliang walked over and looked at Jia Xu with concern in his eyes.

"Mr. Jia, do you have a home to go back?"

Jia Xu lowered his head slightly and smiled embarrassedly.

"Well...just that."

Wenliang pointed to the horse in the yard and said with a smile: "Then you ride this horse, this is the horse I rode when I went to Youzhou."

Jia Xu looked at Wen Liang gratefully, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you, Brother Wenliang, then I'm not polite."

Wen Liang waved his hand and said with a smile: "You don't have to be polite, be careful on the road."

On the other side, in the room of Youzhou County, the light was dim and a depressing atmosphere was filled with the air.

Xu Mingtian sat on the chair, his body trembling slightly, his face was full of tears, and his eyes were filled with sadness and despair.

Woo...I'm really sad...

Wang Liang frowned, and a worried look appeared on his face.

"Xu Mingtian, don't cry anymore, things will always pass."

Xi Yu hugged his chest with his hands, looked at Xu Mingtian calmly, and said slowly: "Don't stop him, let him vent his anger."

Xu Mingtian's crying was even more miserable.

The whole person seemed to be immersed in pain and could not extricate himself.

"What should I do...What should I do..."

Xi Yu said: "When he cries enough, maybe it will be better."

Xu Mingtian raised his head, his eyes were red, and he said with a grievance: "I am regarded as a person who is not doing his job in the village, and my parents are also angry. Walking in the village, many people sarcastic at me, and my wife was also affected and quarreled with me every day. Now, I am angry and returned to my parents' home. I feel that I am really a very unfortunate person."

When Xi Yu heard his words, he couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, I thought it was a big deal, it was just a small matter."

Xu Mingtian smiled as he watched Xi Yu, feeling even more aggrieved, his brows frowned even more, and his face showed a look of grievance.

"Prime Minister, how can this be a trivial matter? I am already in such pain, how can you still laugh? You are so lacking in love!"

Xi Yu put away his smile, looked at Xu Mingtian seriously.

"I was just a joke just now, and I will pay attention to this issue. Then I ask you, why do everyone think so?"

Xu Mingtian raised his head and looked at Xi Yu, with a hint of helplessness and confusion in his eyes.

"I like to write and draw, and I often immerse myself in fantasy and write some stories, but because no one can appreciate me, I burned it myself after I finished writing."

Xi Yu frowned and looked at Xu Mingtian thoughtfully: "So that's it..."

Xu Mingtian lowered his head, looked depressed, and his voice was low: "I also want others to see my works, but..."

Xi Yu roughly understands this person's character.

Perhaps his spiritual world is particularly rich and he rarely comes into contact with people.

So maybe I am a little withdrawn.

"But because of this, you shouldn't be seeking death," said Wang Liang.

But Xi Yu understood that he did this to attract everyone's attention.

But at this time, Xi Yu suddenly had an idea that he should pay attention to this person.

Maybe I want to use this person myself, but I don’t know if this is appropriate.

Because if everyone has troubles and let them use them, so what should we do?

When Wang Liang saw Xi Yu, he seemed to have something to say.

"Prime Minister, what should I do now?" Xu Mingtian said.

Xi Yu frowned and knocked his fingers on the table, thinking about something.

A few days ago, he thought of opening a serial novel in the newspaper, and he originally planned to write it himself.

But I'm afraid I don't have time...

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of some good idea. He looked at Xu Mingtian and asked anxiously: "Don't you write a story? Can you let you try it?" His face was filled with anticipation.

When Xu Mingtian heard this, he was stunned at first, then scratched his head, and said with a smile: "Of course I can try it, but what do the Prime Minister want to do?"

Xi Yu told him not to worry about anything, just write it.

Wang Liang prepared paper and pen at this time.

"Okay, let's start writing now, the wonderful things you have to write are." Xi Yu said.

After a while, Xu Mingtian handed the written story to Xi Yu, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Xi Yu took the story and read it carefully. His expression gradually became focused, sometimes showing a look of surprise, sometimes nodding slightly.

After reading it, Xi Yu raised his head, looked at Xu Mingtian, with a satisfied smile on his face, and said, "This story is good!"

Then, Xi Yu showed the story to Wang Liang.

Wang Liang looked at the story, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he exclaimed: "Wow, this story is really very attractive!"

Xi Yu looked at Xu Mingtian with a smile and said, "I have my own newspaper publishing concept. I think we can open a novel serial column. Moreover, I can tell you about the situation of newspapers and printing. I wonder if you are interested in this?"

Xi Yu briefly explained the situation of the newspaper.

For Xu Mingtian, this is really a good thing he wants. He has been depressed these days. Everyone regards him as a rat crossing the street. Now that someone has abandoned the olive branch, why is he not happy?

"Sir, I do." After that, he knelt down for Xi Yu.

Xi Yu immediately helped him up.

"Okay, then you can do it well, and don't seek death anymore."

This time, Xu Mingtian finally found confidence.

Xu Mingtian stood up, his eyes flashing with a firm light.

"Sir, thank you for your trust and support. I will work hard and live up to your expectations."

Must do it well.

Let those who look down on themselves have a good look at whether they have the ability.

Xi Yu patted Xu Mingtian on the shoulder and smiled encouragemently: "I believe you must have this ability and give full play to your talents."

Xu Mingtian nodded slightly, with a confident smile on his face.

He secretly made up his mind to work hard to make this novel serial column so that more people can like his story.

"Then you can create a story yourself next. If you need it, you will get a room for you in the county government."

Of course, this is for Wang Liang to hear.

Wang Liang said of course there was no problem.

"Thank you, Prime Minister, thank you, County Magistrate."

In the following days, Xu Mingtian devoted himself to novel creation, his story became more and more popular, and newspaper sales also rose steadily.

Of course, all this is a story.

Jia Xu rode his horse with a serious expression, his heart was confused and he didn't know where he should go.

He allowed the horses to gallop freely, and had already run far away without realizing it.

At this moment, the sky was gradually dyed orange-red by the sunset, and the afterglow of the sunset shone on the earth, covering the surrounding scenery with a layer of soft light.

Jia Xu touched his stomach and felt a burst of hunger.

He thought to himself, "What should I do? I don't have any penny on my body, and even the horse is probably hungry."

He looked at the well-behaved horse and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

Jia Xu sighed helplessly, thinking in his heart a solution.

A thought suddenly flashed through Jia Xu's mind.

He remembered the night he had killed the shopkeeper, and he spent it in the temple.

Jia Xu thought secretly.

Why not find a temple for the time being, maybe the kind monk there will take me in.

But I didn't know where the temple was, so I had to move forward.

After a while, I finally saw the pedestrian and found out the direction of the temple.
Chapter completed!