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"Can this treasure convey our thoughts to the Deity?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the contents of the jar vanished without a trace.
Li Yishu jumped up in excitement, exclaiming, "The Porcelain Jar has delivered my letter of gratitude to the Deity!"
...
On the morning of the sixteenth day of the New Year, Hanno discovered two items inside the Porcelain Jar. She was certain that these two items had not been placed there by her. So, did these items come from another dimension?
Hanno was thrilled! She quickly retrieved the two items from the Porcelain Jar. One was an Embroidered Handkerchief and the other was a stack of handwritten Brush Calligraphy. Hanno set aside the Embroidered Handkerchief and began examining the paper manuscript, soon understanding the situation and experiences of the Li Family.
"So there isn't just one Porcelain Jar. It seems that the Li Family's Porcelain Jar and mine are from the same batch, which is why they connect through a dimensional portal. I wonder if both Porcelain Jars are remnants left by aliens?"
Hanno neatly organized the manuscript and tucked it away in her bookshelf drawer. It was better that others did not see such letters; even if they did, they wouldn't believe it.
Hanno picked up the Embroidered Handkerchief. Although she didn't understand embroidery, she could tell that this piece was exquisitely crafted; the embroiderer's skill was remarkable. The handkerchief depicted a cat pouncing on butterflies in a Flower Grove, with flowers, butterflies, and the cat all vividly embroidered. Unfortunately, the quality of the fabric wasn't very good. Hanno felt a bit regretful; if only the fabric had been of higher quality, this Embroidered Handkerchief could have sold for at least ten times more.
But this was still quite nice. Hanno decided to carry the handkerchief with her and show it off.
"What exquisite embroidery!" A hand reached over and snatched away the Embroidered Handkerchief. Hanno turned to see Chang Miao, who had come over early without treating herself as an outsider.
"Why are you here so early?" Hanno asked.
Chang Miao plopped down on Hanno's bed. "Didn't we agree to go to Yuanmian Town to seek long-term cooperation with skilled artisans?"
Who agreed with you? You always listen only halfway.
"Sister, it's only the sixteenth day of the New Year. Are you sure anyone would want to discuss business during the festive season?"
"The national legal Spring Festival lasts for seven days. It's already past the fifteenth; shouldn't we be back to work?" Chang Miao replied nonchalantly.
"But the further you go into the countryside, the more festive it feels. What if they just don't want to work during the New Year?" Hanno said. "It's not something urgent; can't we wait until after the holiday?"
"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you." Although Chang Miao was proactive, she was also a bit lazy. After hearing Hanno's words, she didn't want to make a pointless trip. She flopped onto Hanno's bed, holding up an embroidered handkerchief to her eyes and said, "This handkerchief looks better and better. The craftsmanship is truly amazing. Nono, where did you buy this handkerchief?"
Hanno fabricated a story: "I met a Folk Embroidery Master, and this was her New Year gift to me."
Chang Miao suddenly sat up, her eyes sparkling as she leaned closer to Hanno. "Folk Embroidery Master? Can you introduce me?"
Hanno leaned back, creating distance between her and Chang Miao's face. "Why would I introduce you?"
Chang Miao rolled her eyes at her. "How can you be so foolish! My Taobao store is supposed to sell folk products, right? Lanterns are one thing, but this embroidery is another! I couldn't find a connection before, but now that you know someone, shouldn't I try to get in good with the Embroidery Master?"
"Forget about it," Hanno shot down Chang Miao's hopes. "Where am I supposed to find an Embroidery Master to introduce to you?"
"That master doesn't like mingling with outsiders; I was just lucky to meet her by chance."
Chang Miao slumped her shoulders. "Looks like my embroidery business is doomed!"
Hanno thought for a moment and said, "How about this: I'll talk to the Embroidery Master and see if she can send a few pieces for consignment in your Taobao store each month?"
"Just a few pieces?"
Hanno shot her a sideways glance. "Don't be so ungrateful. The craftsmanship on these handkerchiefs is exceptional and entirely handmade; each one should sell for several hundred or even a thousand yuan. If you split the profits with the master fifty-fifty, you'll still make enough for living expenses. What more could you want?"
Chang Miao knew this was the best solution; otherwise, her cousin would give up, and she wouldn't even get an embroidered handkerchief. "Alright!"
After Chang Miao left, Hanno took out her pen, ink, paper, and inkstone to write a reply to Li Yishu—after all, they were in ancient times, so it was better to use brush calligraphy. In the letter, Hanno neither admitted nor denied her identity as a celestial being, leaving the Li siblings to speculate. Compared to the concept of time and space, ancient people were more accepting of celestial methods. She wrote that the food and items she had sent earlier were merely a small effort and urged the siblings not to take it to heart. Then she expressed her fondness for the embroidered handkerchief and hoped that the Li siblings could send her a few pieces of embroidery each month. She assured them that she would not take them for free and would send other items in exchange. After finishing the letter, Hanno searched her room but found nothing useful that wasn't too conspicuous. She then went to the living room to look around. Finally, she decided what to send the Li siblings.
It was a lighter. Hanno had read an article about someone who could travel between modern times and ancient times, where the protagonist made a fortune selling lighters. Lighters were so cheap in modern times—only one yuan each—but in ancient times, they would be rare treasures worth ten taels of silver each. The only lighter at home was used by Han Dad for lighting cigarettes. Hanno bundled up warmly and went out to buy a box of twelve lighters from a convenience store downstairs. However, she didn't put all the lighters into the porcelain jar; instead, she took half and kept the other half for herself to give gradually. She placed the lighters along with her written letter into the jar and thought about what Li Yishu had written—that both Li siblings could read and write but came from a poor family, likely reluctant to spend money on paper and ink for practicing calligraphy. So she took three sheets of Xuan paper (each one meter long and half a meter wide, which could be cut into many A4-sized sheets), a stack of photocopied white paper, and a bottle of ink, placing them all into the jar.
"Does this mean I have created my own trading system?"
After completing everything and watching these items disappear into the porcelain jar, Hanno excitedly opened her computer and began typing.
"Scarlet Heart" achieved great success, surpassing "The Golden Branch and the Withered Tree" in viewership ratings. The upcoming "My Fair Princess" caused a sensation with crowds filling the streets. The actors from both dramas became immensely popular; Andy Lau and Liang Wei turned into hot stars, seizing every opportunity to promote "Five Tiger Generals."
Yue Junzhe, being the screenwriter for these three dramas and having written two more beloved ones, gained significant fame in Harbor City's entertainment industry. Not only did some film companies approach Yue Junzhe with large sums of money for script invitations, but even their rival East Asia Television sought her out, hoping she would write a classic script with whatever remuneration she desired—money was no object for them. At this time, East Asia Television was at its peak; their recently aired "Huo Yuanjia" had swept through Harbor City and even inland China, igniting a wave of national hero fervor.
"Sister Yue is young and talented; she's also so beautiful. Compared to you, I feel truly ashamed," said a slightly plump middle-aged man as he shook hands with Yue Junzhe while smilingly complimenting her. He was Mr. Xu Xiaomin, responsible for contacting Yue Junzhe on behalf of East Asia Television.
Yue Junzhe was not unfamiliar with Xu Xiaomin; she had watched many television dramas produced by him, such as "Earth's Benevolence" previously aired by East Asia Television and "Chen Zhen," which left an impression on three generations.
Yue Junzhe smiled and said, "Mr. Xu is too kind; I actually admire your talent very much. All the dramas you've produced are ones I love watching, especially your song 'The Great Wall Will Never Fall.' I particularly enjoy it and often hum it!"
Xu Xiaomin's eyes lit up with joy as he exclaimed, "Really?"
Yue Junzhe laughed: "Of course! If you don't believe me, listen: 'After sleeping for a hundred years, our people have begun to awaken. Open your eyes; look with your heart; who among us is willing to be captured? Because of fear and tolerance, others grow increasingly arrogant…'"
The song brought them closer together and made their subsequent conversation flow smoothly. Xu Xiaomin initially wanted to purchase the television rights for "The Age of Great Strife" and "Xian Jian," but upon learning they had already been acquired by another company, he hoped Yue Junzhe could sell the rights for her next work to East Asia Television instead. After thinking it over, Yue Junzhe agreed. At this moment, East Asia Television was at its most glorious; their production quality was exceptionally high—some dramas they produced were even better than those from Infinite Entertainment—such as several of Yue Junzhe's favorites like "Silver Fox," "I Have a Date with Spring," and "Zombie Taoist." Naturally, her favorite was the "Zombie" trilogy. Yue Junzhe believed East Asia would not ruin her work since they sincerely invited her; thus she would not refuse them—even though she hadn't yet decided what to write for her third piece.
"I wonder if Sister Yue has any new scripts written?" Xu Xiaomin asked.
A thought suddenly emerged in Yue Junzhe's mind, and he smiled. "I don't have a new script yet, but I do have a draft. I can give Mr. Xu a brief overview, and if he thinks it's suitable for filming, I'll write the script immediately."
Xu Xiaomin quickly agreed; who would refuse a new script from Yue Junzhe?
"Zombies are born from the resentment and filth of the earth. They are ageless, immortal, and indestructible, cast aside by the three realms of the living and wandering aimlessly in the world. They draw strength from their grievances and feed on blood, using the fresh blood of living beings to vent their endless solitude. However, there are those who stand against them. In the north, the Ma Family drives away the Demon Dragon clan, while in the south, there is the legendary Zombie Taoist Mao Fang, who takes it upon himself to protect the safety of all beings and is a nemesis to zombies."
"In 198 years, during the Japanese invasion of China, fires of war raged across the land. Guerrilla leader Kuang Guohua fought fiercely against Japanese Lieutenant Yamamoto Kazuo. To protect farmer's son He Fusheng, Kuang Guohua faced Yamamoto Kazuo alone. The result was mutual destruction; as Kuang Guohua, He Fusheng, and Yamamoto Kazuo lay dying, Zombie King Jiang Chen appeared and drained their blood. The current heir of the demon-slaying clan, Madonna, arrived just in time to drive Jiang Chen away but lost track of Kuang Guohua and He Fusheng. Madonna knew that anyone bitten by Jiang Chen would become a zombie and prophesied that future generations would face many troubles..."
"Fifty years later, a ruthless figure named Kuang You achieved remarkable feats against all odds, simply because he was the reincarnation of Kuang Guohua from sixty years ago..."
Yue Junzhe only recounted the plot of the first part, but even this was enough to make Xu Xiaomin's eyes shine with excitement as he applauded.
"What an incredible setting! What a fantastic plot! No wonder Sister Yue could come up with such an imaginative and thrilling story." Xu Xiaomin immediately reached for his checkbook to sign a contract with Yue Junzhe.
Yue Junzhe chuckled and stopped him. "Let's discuss payment after I've finished writing the script."
"Alright, I'll be waiting for Sister Yue in my office," Xu Xiaomin said eagerly. "How long do you think it will take to complete the script?"
Yue Junzhe replied, "If I'm only writing the first part, I can finish it in seven days."
Xu Xiaomin was thrilled. "Is this going to be a series? Is what you just mentioned part of the first installment or the entire series?"
Yue Junzhe explained, "Of course it's just the first part. In the second part, Kuang You and his companions will face Nüwa, and in the third part, they will contend with the unpredictable forces of fate."
Xu Xiaomin was overjoyed. "That's fantastic!"
Three consecutive parts! East Asia Television could air it for a long time, especially since it was Yue Junzhe's work; its ratings would surely soar above all others.
Yue Junzhe smiled, "I will finish all three parts as soon as possible."
...
Yue Junzhe's expression was extremely grim. Yesterday, she received a call from the village chief back home. It was her unscrupulous father who had entrusted a lawyer to sell their old house and the surrounding land.
She had never seen such a heartless father. If it weren't for her being transported here, if she were still the original Yue Junzhe, this house in the village would have been the only support for her as a girl. How could her father disregard his own daughter's future and sell the house? Was he trying to drive her to despair? Although there were stepmothers, there were also stepfathers, but this was the first time Yue Junzhe had encountered a father who was so indifferent to his own daughter's life and death.
The village chief and the villagers were aware of the situation with the Yue family and strongly disapproved of her father's decision to sell the house. They pressured the lawyer not to allow the sale and insisted that Yue Junzhe return to the village once; they would help her reclaim her rightful interests.
"Never mind, village chief." Yue Junzhe was grateful for the protection from the village chief and the villagers, but she did not want to have any further contact with her father. If the house was sold, then let it be sold; she wanted to cut ties completely. "I can earn my own living now, so this house is of little use to me."
"But..." The village chief wanted to persuade Yue Junzhe further. After all, the old house was an ancestral property. This child had already been abandoned by her biological father; now even the place that provided shelter from wind and rain was going to be sold by him. What would she do in the future? Poor child, how could anyone have such a cruel father and stepmother?
"Village chief, it doesn't matter how much I oppose it. The property owner is still my father."
"We can help you."
"No need. Village chief, just like this lawyer said, Harbor City has laws. I don't want to put you all at risk of breaking any laws because of me."
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