After Zhang Yang finished speaking, the eyes of the three generations and four generations of grandparents in the drying shed were fixed on him.

Zhang Shouyi frowned and said, "What did you write? What?"

But the old man stopped talking, picked up the first page that he had read long ago and put it aside, and continued to look at the second page.

Zhang Shouyi held the watermelon in one hand and picked up the first page that the old man had put down with the other. After reading the description of the text at the beginning, he raised his head and stared at his son in surprise, "Did you write it?"

Zhang Yang nodded.

Zhang Shouyi stopped talking and finished reading the first page carefully. Fang Qianxue reached out to take it. Zhang Wei wanted to read it, but he didn't dare to rob it for his mother. He pouted and stood behind his mother and followed her to watch it.

Fang Qianxue was originally surprised by the fuss between her father-in-law and her husband. After taking the description of the first paragraph of the beginning, she raised her head in surprise like Zhang Shouyi.

Zhang Yang nodded helplessly to his mother, "I have been excellent since I was a child, and it's not that I've made a big splash at this moment. Don't you need this expression?"

After all, Zhang Wei is young and doesn't feel the elegance between the lines of the novel. He even feels that he has no literary talent. Instead, he is not as shocked as his parents and grandfather. He hears his brother being proud again and rolling his eyes and saying, "Then you are so bragging like you, you are shameless!"

The old man read for more than an hour in one go. During this period, the younger uncle Zhang Shouxin and his family came over one after another. After Zhang Wei's initial surprise, he lost interest in the novel: What's the good thing about the novel written by his brother?

There are some apples in the orchard, and the peaches have been picked and sold, but there are still some that are not ripe or missed at that time. When Zhang Yang and Zhang Wei came here, they liked to go to the orchard to pick up bargains, but now Zhang Yang is not good at it, so Zhang Wei left his brother without any mercy and followed his cousin Zhang Yu to pick up bargains.

Before Fang Qianxue could finish the first episode, her sister-in-law Wang Yaqin came over and chatted with her for a few words. The two of them went to prepare lunch together.

Zhang Yang was pulled to the main hall by his uncle and played chess with him.

The old man loves Go and is of good quality. He used to live in the city and could find friends. After moving here, he could only abuse his son.

Zhang Shouxin did not have the free time for the old man, he had no time to study or interest. He was abused for several years purely for filial piety. After accidentally discovering that the old man was not good at playing chess, he immediately fell in love with chess.

The daily routine of father and son playing chess is basically that if Zhang Shouxin loses Go, he says he has the ability, and I will play chess, and I will let you play chess; if the old man loses chess, he says chess is boring, but he will play Go, and I will let you two sons.

Zhang Yang's hobby in this world is more inclined to my uncle. Because he has to study Go, he doesn't have so much free time, so he can talk to his uncle very well and Zhang Shouyi has no choice. Every time he comes, he will be abused by the old man for two games. Sometimes when he loses badly, he will let his wife come to avenge him.

Fang Qianxue is not very fond of Go, but her level is extremely high. She first met her parents-in-law when she used this move to abuse the old man and doubt her life, and she has since gained the recognition and love of her mother-in-law.

The lunch was ready soon. Seeing that his bicycle was hard to match his nephew's carriage, Zhang Shouxin immediately got up and asked his father and second brother to have dinner. When he walked outside the awning, he saw that the old man and Zhang Shouyi were still in the same position as more than an hour ago, and he seemed to have not moved.

Zhang Shouyi saw it faster than the old man, so he basically had to wait. After the old man read one, he followed one.

Zhang Shouxin shouted twice, and the father and son who were immersed in the martial arts world could not extricate themselves before getting up. However, looking at his expression, he obviously hadn't come back to his senses. Zhang Shouyi still knew to speak to his younger brother, but the old man seemed to be able to describe it as being lost.

Zhang Shouxin already knew that they were reading a novel written by Zhang Yang, so he became more and more curious when he saw this situation. Before he could ask, the old man exhaled a long sigh and sighed with a complicated expression: "I didn't expect that I have been writing martial arts for half my life, but today I realized that martial arts can still be written like this... This is a hero!"

If you discuss the writing style, even if the "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is so ardent that this movie "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is so painful that the old man is just surprised and confident that he is not a little worse, but the content and pattern are far from what he can achieve.

Zhang Shouyi smiled and said, "No matter how powerful it is, it's your grandson. This is what you taught."

The old man shook his head and sighed again, "I can't teach... I can't teach it. I can't write it myself, so where can I teach it?"

Zhang Shouxin looked at the stack of paper in his second brother's hand and finally couldn't help asking: "This... Zhang Yang wrote it, so good?"

Zhang Shouyi didn't know what to say for a moment, and the old man was silent for a moment before slowly saying: "It's hard to say, if you can keep writing at this level..."

The old man paused for a moment, and then said under the gaze of his two sons: "Maybe......the old martial arts is changed, and the first one is to start."

Even though Zhang Shouyi followed the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, he was shocked by his father's evaluation. Although martial arts novels have never been recognized by traditional literature, as popular literature, their influence and market are hard to deny.

For Zhang Shouyi, the old man's achievements back then were already at his peak, but after hearing his words, it seems that Zhang Yang's future is more than that, and he may change the current situation of the entire martial arts novel with his own strength.

How old is he?

The three of them washed their hands and sat down in the main hall. Zhang Shouxin called Zhang Yang to chat with his mother and aunt at the kitchen door. Zhang Wei and Zhang Yu went back and forth to serve the food. Zhang Yang could not help, so he went to the main hall to sit down.

The old man sat upright in the main seat, picked up the wine glass that Zhang Shouxin had just put in front of him, took a sip, and then asked Zhang Yang: "Why did you think of writing this?"

Zhang Yang picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth. While chewing, he replied: "I wanted to write it a long time ago, but I haven't had time. I happened to be hospitalized some time ago, so I tried to write it... Can I vote?"

The old man did not answer and asked again: "When you write martial arts, what do you understand the hero?"

Zhang Wei and Zhang Yugang sat down at the table and watched curiously when they heard the old man ask about this.

Zhang Yang thought for a while and said, "As far as I know, the definition of a hero has always been changing. In ancient times, "heroes" could even be compared with "saints". They lived in the temple and were saints and retreated to the world as heroes, but this is not what we call knights today. The heroes we think of now refer to knights."

Zhang Yang's words surprised the old man. Although he only started, just like the beginning of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", his courage and pattern can be seen.

Zhang Shouyi also looked at his son unexpectedly. Zhang Shouxin, Zhang Yu and Zhang Wei didn't think so much, and he thought it sounded quite awesome.

Zhang Yang continued: "At the beginning, the heroes were not welcomed. Han Feizi said that Confucianism used literature to disrupt the law, and heroes used martial arts to violate the ban. At this time, the heroes were excluded. In the Tang and Song dynasties, characters like Nie Yinniang and Kongkonger appeared in the legendary story books. In the two weeks of novels, the image of martial arts was further established, which was basically to be a hero, to fight against violence and be safe and good. Nowadays, martial arts novels are basically in this category, but in order to make the plot more exciting, many arenas and gang plots have been added."

While talking, Wang Yaqin and Fang Qianxue came in one after another, Zhang Yang leaned against the old man, and Wang Yaqin asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Zhang Yang wrote this novel."

Zhang Shouxin said briefly, signaling his wife not to interrupt first.

The old man also said, "You eat yours, you continue talking."

Zhang Yang knew that writing such novels was not easy to accept at his age, otherwise he would not want to make such a long statement in front of his elders, just to prove his understanding. "But in my opinion, these are all "little heroes."

This included the old man's original work. The old man seemed to say "Oh", showing a slight scrutiny look, staring at this grandson who had high hopes since childhood, "See this, there is a hero?"

Zhang Yang said "Yes" and said, "The greatest hero is to serve the country and the people."
Chapter completed!