Save the Bachelor of Heaven

Xiang Nan wrote articles very quickly, and soon filled a piece of paper.

Although Li Shuihua didn't have any hope for him to write a book, she picked up the manuscript paper he finished writing curiously, "Uh, take a look!"

"Look. The article is written for people to read." Xiang Nan replied casually.

Li Shuihua nodded and looked up.

At first glance, I fell in love with Xiang Nan's handwriting.

The writing is really good, flamboyant, vigorous and powerful.

When she was in school, her handwriting was very good, and she was always praised by the teacher. But compared with Xiang Nan's, there is a gap.

The writing of this character is really good, the iron is drawn with silver hooks, and it looks comfortable.

The so-called character is like a person!

Being able to write such a good handwriting shows that Ernst \u0026 Young is a fine person.

"Yong Fu'er, your handwriting is really good~" Li Shuihua sincerely admired him, and his impression of him increased.

Xiang Nan smiled.

He inherited all of Ji Xiaolan's talents and learning, and he is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

This is just writing with a ballpoint pen, which is not very smooth. If you use a brush instead, it will be really beautiful.

He didn't stop working, and continued to write.

Li Shuihua also read the article he wrote, and saw that he wrote it—"Blood in the Ancient Temple", which talked about the pagoda in the ancient temple in the valley that was in disrepair for a long time, and it was hit by an earthquake, and the underground palace appeared.

The monks in the temple, the bandits on the mountain, the government at the foot of the mountain, the villagers at the foot of the mountain... Various forces gathered in the ancient temple to rob the Buddhist treasure.

Xiang Nan borrowed the structure of Ning Hao's masterpiece "Crazy Stone", which made several forces intertwined and influenced each other, making the story more and more lively and interesting.

...

Li Shuihua read one article after another, and couldn't stop.

She has never read such a good-looking novel, and it feels much better than Chinese textbooks.

And she naturally read faster than Xiang Nan, and seeing that there was nothing behind, she couldn't help scratching her head, and couldn't help but move closer to Xiang Nan to see what he was writing now.

Being so close to her, almost full of warmth and fragrance, Xiang Nan couldn't help but feel refreshed, and the writing of the article became even more vigorous.

By noon, I had already written 10,000 characters, and seven or eight sheets of paper were full.

"It's noon, let's cook. I'll bake you scallion pancakes~" Xiang Nan laughed.

"No need, just eat yams." Li Shuihua quickly waved his hand.

At this stage, neither Kushui Village nor Yongquan Village has enough food and clothing, and they have to receive state relief food every year.

White flour is even better, and it cannot be eaten at ordinary times. Occasionally, when visiting relatives or in-laws, I steam a few white noodle buns.

The scallion pancakes are too expensive and expensive, which is too extravagant.

"As long as you like to eat, I'll make it for you every day." Xiang Nan smiled, "Shuihuaer, I promise you a good life. Don't talk about scallion pancakes and white flour buns. From now on, I will buy chicken, mutton, and fish for you." you eat."

Although Li Shuihua knew that Xiang Nan was painting a big cake for her, that kind of day was far away. But listening to him say that, I still feel very moved.

...

Xiang Nan then made pancakes and prepared lunch.

Li Shuihua saw that he was doing the housework very neatly without any fear, so she couldn't help being very curious, "Yongfuer, how can you cook?"

In mountain villages, patriarchal thinking is more serious, and men rarely cook. Especially after marrying a daughter-in-law, they are all treated as hands-off shopkeepers.

After returning from working in the field, he just lay down on the kang and waited for the daughter-in-law to bring the rice to her eyes before getting up to eat.

"Hey, I'm the boss of the family just like you." Xiang Nan smiled, "There are parents on the top, and younger brothers and sisters on the bottom. They don't work or cook. Who is the family pointing at?" ?”

Li Shuihua nodded, becoming more and more satisfied with Xiang Nan.

Soon the scallion pancakes and millet porridge were ready.

Li Shuihua put the Kang table on, and the two began to eat.

"Try it, is it delicious?" Xiang Nan asked her as he sandwiched the scallion pancake.

"It's delicious, it's delicious." Li Shuihua took a bite, his mouth was full of scallions, and his eyes couldn't help but bend into crescent moons.

"Eat more if it tastes good." Xiang Nan said with a smile.

"Yeah." Li Shuihua nodded, and then asked curiously, "Yongfu, the story you wrote is so beautiful, how can you write it so well?"

"Didn't I tell you, I was good at writing essays when I was young." Xiang Nan smiled, "Besides, we all heard the story of the ruined temple in Luanshigou when we were young. So this novel, Using its story, plus a little imagination, it was written."

"Yong Fu'er, you are really capable." Li Shuihua couldn't help but admire.

The small dilapidated temple in Luanshigou is known to everyone in the nearby ten miles and eight villages. But only Xiang Nan wrote it into a story. This is not great.

"Ah, I just want you to know that it's worth marrying you." Xiang Nan laughed.

Li Shuihua was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

Two days ago, she really didn't think it was worth it.

But after getting along with her for these two days, she felt that marrying Xiang Nan was actually pretty good.

...

It took Xiang Nan a day to finish "Blood in the Ancient Temple". Then he went down the mountain to buy envelopes and stamps, and mailed them to the "Story Club" in Hujiang.

For one of these folk legends, "Story Club" received the most and had the highest probability of winning; the second "Story Club" also paid the highest remuneration.

Because of its large circulation, the first issue sold 4 million copies, and once set a record of 7.6 million copies. So the remuneration is also generous.

Generally, the manuscripts received by magazines are only thirty or fifty thousand words. As for "Story Club", as long as the draft is selected, you can get a remuneration of more than 60 thousand words, and even more than 100 thousand words.

Xiang Nan was eager to change the current situation of poverty at home, so naturally the higher the manuscript fee, the better.

...

After sending out the manuscript, Xiang Nan didn't write any more, but started to do farm work with splashes.

Half of the two mu of land on the hillside is planted with yams and the other half with corn.

It is now the end of April, the weather is getting warmer, and everything is sprouting, so weeding needs to be done in time.

In addition, the end of April is also the time to plant vegetables. The so-called half-year food for melons and vegetables, once the vegetables and fruits are planted, they can be of great use.

Weeding, planting vegetables, watering, fertilizing...Xiang Nan and Shui Hua are both good hands at work, so they are well organized and live a harmonious life.

But at this time, the two slept separately.

And their living conditions, to be honest, are really not that good.

I don't see any meat all year round, and it's rare to eat white flour buns. I often eat yams. Boiled yams, steamed yams, roasted yams... it makes people feel sour.

Material poverty is actually easy to endure. The most difficult thing is the poverty of spirit.

There is no entertainment in the mountain village. We work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Looking at the same mountains, the same piece of loess every day, and seeing the old faces of the folks in the village, there is really nothing new.

Xiang Nan very much misses the life with the Internet. In fact, no matter how bad it is, a TV, or even a radio, can relieve boredom.

But none of that, which is really annoying.

"Shuihuaer, let me tell you a story." Xiang Nan was really bored, and said to Li Shuihua.

"Okay." Li Shuihua nodded. She liked Xiang Nan's story, but she was embarrassed to let him tell her.

"Uh, let me tell you a story about "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"..." Xiang Nan laughed, "In the Southern Song Dynasty, there was a small village called Niujia Village in Lin'an Prefecture, which is now the suburb of Hangzhou..."