Chapter 11 You are discerning

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Chapter 11 You are discerning

The patriarch left first with a cane, and the people in the ancestral hall also dispersed one after another. At this point, Xia Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. Although the result was a bit cheating, he had to take part in the imperial examination and get the title of Lao Shizi, but no matter what,

This level is now passed.

The little Loli still lowered her little head and knelt on the ground in an orderly manner. Seeing this scene, Xia Yuan stepped forward and pulled her to stand up from the ground. He looked at the little girl's pair of eyes that were washed away by tears.

He opened his eyes and stretched out his fingers to wipe the tears on her little face.

"You must be scared, crying like a little cat."

Hearing Xia Yuan's question, Zhao Yuerong felt his nose feel sore, and burst out crying again. He quickly stretched out his arms around Xia Yuan's waist, buried his little head in his arms, and sobbed while crying.

Said: "Husband, I, I."

The little girl was so incoherent that she couldn't even speak clearly. Xia Yuan had no experience coaxing little girls, so he could only pat her back gently.

After a while, the crying still did not stop, but Xia Yuan's clothes were already soaked mostly. He felt helpless. After thinking about it, he reached out and groped in the cloth bag around his waist.

At this time, the sunset has set, and there is still the last bit of afterglow in the sky.

With this little light, Xia Yuan took out something the size of a fist from the bag. When he unwrapped the oil paper, he found pieces of wheat-yellow candy inside.

He picked up a piece with his hand and said, "Come on, raise your head and open your mouth."

The little girl was crying in a daze. When she heard Xia Yuan's words, she subconsciously raised her head and opened her mouth, and then a piece of food was stuffed into her mouth.

Feeling the sweet taste in her mouth, her eyes suddenly widened and she forgot to cry for a moment.

"How is it? Is it sweet?"

"Um"

Zhao Yuerong snorted slightly, sniffed, looked at the piece of clothes that was soaked with his own tears, and murmured: "Husband, husband, I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for. How about it? Have you cried enough?"

Xia Yuan rubbed the little girl's head and saw that her little face was full of tears and her two little shoulders were trembling.

Even so, she still did not forget to hold the candy with tears in her eyes. From time to time, she would rotate the maltose in her mouth twice, pushing out bumps on her cheeks. Xia Yuan suddenly wanted to laugh again.

He is indeed a child.

Xia Yuan wrapped the remaining maltose in oil paper and put it into a cloth bag. Seeing this, Zhao Yuerong was a little confused and asked vaguely: "Don't you, husband, eat sweets?"

"No, this candy is specially bought for you. If you like to eat it, I will buy some for you next time I go out."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuerong immediately shook his head and said, "No, malt candies are very expensive. Husband, please don't buy them in the future."

"Money is earned, not saved. There is no need to save on these things."

"Can"

Seeing that she wanted to say more, Xia Yuan interrupted: "Okay, I was running in a hurry just now, so I threw all the large packages at the gate of the hospital. Let's go back quickly to avoid others picking them up."

Early the next morning, Xia Yuan got up from bed early, washed up, had some breakfast, then returned to the room, spread out the paper, held the ink-soaked brush in his hand, and began to think about what to write, or

Tell me what should be copied.

After his inspection yesterday, he found that pornographic novels of this era were particularly popular, and he was particularly fascinated by them. If he was asked to write them, would there be a market for campus erotica?

As for other types, there are many, but there seems to be no particularly best-selling books. After all, the people who buy and read books these days are all readers, and they can only be readers.

However, most of the scholars in this era were still busy studying the Four Books and Five Classics and taking the imperial examinations for the Shou Hao Jing. Who had time to buy these leisure books to read?

In particular, the wording and sentence structure of these idle books are somewhat obscure and difficult to understand.

In short, it's just not straightforward enough.

Xia Yuan felt that this was inappropriate, although for readers, this way of wording did not pose any reading difficulties.

But novels are meant to amuse and relieve boredom, and the long paragraphs of awkward text make my eyes hurt when I read them.

Xia Yuan thought about it for a long time and finally decided to write something that transcends the times, such as a martial arts novel.

As for which one to write.

After pondering for a moment, he picked up the brush and wrote the words "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

First, the writing style is not too radical and can be accepted by people of this era.

Secondly, "Shooting the Condor" is effortless to read, and the plot has ups and downs, making it a thoroughly enjoyable read.

Third, and most importantly, if the article is longer and has more words, you can earn more in manuscript fees.

The only fly in the ointment is that Guo Jing worked for Genghis Khan, but it didn't matter much. Didn't they break up later?

Moreover, this kind of plot conflict can better reflect Guo Jing’s feelings about his family and country, and it is simply full of positive energy.

After making up his mind, Xia Yuan solemnly muttered a few words about "I'm sorry to Master Jin". He recalled the plot of the Condor Shooting and was about to start writing when a picture suddenly appeared in his mind. It was of him holding the Condor Shooting in his previous life.

In the reading scene of the original novel, you open the pages of the book with your own hands, and the content line by line in the book is extremely clear.

Time travel benefits?

"The vast water of the Qiantang River flows endlessly day and night from Niujia Village in Lin'an to the east and flows into the sea."

With this kind of immersive memory, Xia Yuan seemed to have some help from God, and the few hundred words he had written were already on the page.

If he hadn't used a brush, he would have been faster.

When Qiu Chuji appeared on the stage, Xia Yuan put down his pen, stretched his aching wrist, and inherited everything from his predecessor. Naturally, he also inherited his calligraphy skills.

The handwriting on the paper is restrained, upright and peaceful, round and jade-like, in the authentic Taige style.

Taige style is the official running script of the Ming Dynasty. Although it has no special characteristics, for Xia Yuan, a person who did not know how to use a brush in his previous life, being able to write such calligraphy with a brush is really satisfying.

At least he's pleasing to the eye.

After admiring it for a while, Xia Yuan picked up the pen and started writing again. The words written with the brush were beautiful, but the efficiency was too slow.

He decided to work harder and try to write about the Niujiacun tragedy, and then take the manuscript to a bookstore in the capital to discuss the price.

During this period, Zhao Yuerong, who was busy cutting clothes, took the time to come over with a bowl of water in his hand. Seeing Xia Yuan writing, he slowed down his movements as much as possible and said in a low voice: "Husband, drink some water."

."

"Um."

Xia Yuan responded, reached out to take the water bowl, took a sip, and realized that the water was sweet.

When I looked down, I saw that the water was yellow in color and there were some floc, which turned out to be soaked maltose.

"Husband, does it taste good?" The little girl's face was flushed and she looked at him expectantly.

“Delicious.”

Xia Yuan smiled and drank the bowl of sugar water.

Putting down the bowl, he saw the little girl staring at the manuscript on the table, and she was looking at it quite seriously. He couldn't help but wonder: "You can read?"

"do not know."

Zhao Yuerong shook his head in denial, then raised his head and said solemnly: "But I think your husband's handwriting is very beautiful."

Xia Yuan deeply agreed and said with approval, "Well, I think so too. You are a discerning person."
Chapter completed!