Fortunately, Jia Cong didn't know what Jia Yu was thinking, if he knew, he would definitely roll his eyes.

If he writes seriously, he won't write this, is fiction his favorite hobby?

"I should write such an article so that we can not lose the spirit of our Hou Mansion. Jia Yu praised it, copied the paper, stuffed it into his sleeve, patted Jia Cong's head, and said, "I'll write like this in the future." But writing an article, don't ignore the guests. ”

Jia Yu's actions are smooth, and it can almost be described as elegant, but if you don't ask if you are a thief, will it be too much to ignore him like this and take it directly?

Jia Cong sighed and cautiously reminded Jia Yu, "Master, this paper ......"

Jia Yu was immediately unhappy, his eyes narrowed, and he shouted, "Bastard......"

Jia Cong opened his mouth, he is a bastard, what is Jia Yu?

Jia Cong reluctantly pressed his temples with his hand, and recounted the facts with a bitter face: "I just wrote the beginning, and I haven't finished writing it yet?"

Jia Yu's anger suddenly dissipated, but how could a person like him return what he had in his hands, so he glanced at Jia Cong and said, "You don't know how to write another copy? I will take this copy to the guests to see, so that people don't see you and don't go, thinking that you are big-eyed and empty-minded, and you have a little ability, so you look down on people." ”

Write another copy? How can Jia Yu say it so easily!

Inspiration is often fleeting, and it is difficult to rewrite it after there is no draft?

However, the embarrassment is embarrassing, Jia Cong can only watch Jia Yu go away freely, who let him occupy the magpie's nest and send people under the fence. It's time to pay the rent.

I think he forgot to pay the rent on time, the landlord moved the computer as a mortgage, and when he redeemed it, the millions of words of the manuscript were formatted, not to mention, the landlord's son also intimately attached him the complete works of Mr. Cang plus the Trojan horse resource library......

Think about the past, and think about it now, Jia Cong quickly calmed down, rewrote it, and rewrote it, and then carved and carved the pen.

Spreading out a piece of paper again, Jia Cong dipped his pen in ink and continued to write......

Although he said that writing articles with Jia Yu was just to relieve boredom, Jia Cong must get some benefits by writing a book. Today is no exception.

When Jia Cong crossed over, he thought about making a reputation as a prodigy by copying books or writing books, but at that time, he was not in school, and a child who couldn't read big characters suddenly wrote a long book, would he be considered a prodigy, or would he be considered a demon.

Even if he knew that Rongguofu took the jade jade that was born as the lifeblood of the baby, Jia Cong didn't dare to gamble, the actor has his own aura of luck, how can ordinary people compare.

After Jia Jing made a fuss about the common people, fooled the emperor and treated Jia Yu's illness, one day he suddenly blessed his soul and realized that he could also pretend to be a ghost according to the cat painting a gourd, so he made preparations for a few days.

On the day when Mrs. Xing worshiped Houtu, she followed Jia Lian to the Cangsheng Temple and successfully achieved the achievement of enlightening the gods.

There is already a master Jing who keeps saying that the gods are dreaming, so it is not uncommon for Jia Cong to be enlightened by the gods in the Cangsheng Temple.

Besides, Jia Cong showed miracles in the concept of common life, who dares to say that Jia Cong is a demon, and there is Jia Jing, a fanatical believer, to deal with it, even if some people suspect that the gods are fake, they will only suspect that Jia Jing is doing not bend in order to shape the miracle.

The most important point is that after pushing a qiē to the gods, then Jia Cong's knowledge and lack of understanding of certain genres have the best explanation.

Because it's a knowledge that comes from the enlightenment of the gods, it doesn't know how to connect sentences, can't compose poems, can't write words, can't write fu, etc., so it's normal.

Jia Cong never underestimated the sinister nature of people's hearts, he didn't fail to copy poetry, but instead of having different levels and causing people to laugh and question, he should have declared in advance that he was a half-witted man who was blessed by heaven.

Anyway, he wants to gain a reputation as a prodigy, just to win eyeballs so that he can publish a book, and when the book channel is stable, the Jia family will fall in the future, and he will have a safe source of money for a while.

Some people may say that the way to make money by writing books is not as safe as being an official in the imperial examination?

But Jia Cong knows that the imperial examination is like buying a lottery ticket and hitting the luck.

In his previous life, he had seen a deed, a certain scholar of the scriptures, who had been in the imperial examination for a lifetime, but also had no fame, and finally relied on the emperor to reward the fame of the same jinshi.

Stereotyped modern people, writing eight strands can be better than everyone who learns scriptures, jokes!

As for those famous scholars and literati, there are even more people who have failed in the imperial examination.

Besides, a treacherous villain like Jia Yucun is still being disgraced in the officialdom and goes home, Jia Cong, an otaku with a combat strength of less than 0.5 geese, doesn't he know that he can't do it when he wants to be an official?

Besides, since you have money to donate fame and fame, why bother squeezing the single-plank bridge.

The traverser does not take advantage of his strengths to take shortcuts and take a qiē into his own hands, but instead buries himself in the book mountain and fights with the ancients to fight for luck, in addition to praising the courage and touching IQ, what else can he say?

The pen paused, Jia Cong frowned and pondered, how did you write here just now?

People are so different......

Jia Cong's inspiration for writing this book came from Jia Yu.

There is a good antique Lao Tzu, so it is logical for him to write a book related to antiques.

Of course, this book is neither nor nothing.

Although the last subject, Jia Cong really wanted to write.

The book he wrote is an article that records what he has seen and heard, and makes reasonable use of it.

For example, write about Rong Guogong's good sword.

When he wrote about a broken sword, Jia Cong made up for the old man's cloud: In the past, the old man cast fifteen swords, and used gold, silver, copper, iron, and tin to combine them, and cut gold and jade, such as cutting civil engineering, this is the seventh sword. When I opened the box, there was a chill and a sonorous sound. I don't know where it is.

To put it bluntly, Jia Cong didn't dare to write novels with great fanfare, so he made up stories in this way, anyway, he didn't make up stories to gild his ancestors, and he didn't create them, which dynasty and which generation have them?

As for the words of the old man Yun, why don't the masters of Rongguo Mansion know much, Jia Cong can also say that he heard someone say it by chance, he is young, and it is normal to take what he coaxes the child seriously.

But it was said that Jia Yu took away a passage of Jia Cong's article, and took it out for a while to show off, and those guests praised and praised themselves, some of them were thick-skinned, and even said that such a good article could not be read unless copied, and asked to copy a few copies of Yunyun.

There is also a first-class snob, seeing that it was done by the little son of the first-class general Jia Yu, and he was also called strange everywhere, and he was scattered and copied.

Another person saw the article and heard about Jia Cong's age, but he didn't know the inside, and he also felt that Jia Cong's godson was well-organized, and came to ask for advice.

So Jia Yu received guests at home all day long, and whenever he had free time, he went to spot check the articles written by Jia Cong, and he was so busy that he couldn't take care of drinking with his little wife.

Jia Yu was enjoying it, but Jia Zheng couldn't see it.

It is necessary to know that Jia Zheng is the most upright gentleman, and he has a good discipline, and he has always thought of honoring his ancestors.

Therefore, one day, while Jia Yu was in front of Jia's mother to ask for peace, he said: "In the past, Jiang Lang dreamed of a five-color pen, how talented he was, but one day he dreamed of a pen, and he no longer became an idiom. Brother Cong has such an opportunity, the eldest master should urge him to study and improve, how can he let him pass the time? When Jiang Lang is finished, his fame has already been established, but if Jiang Lang is lucky, there are a few people, I am afraid that Brother Cong will become Fang Zhongyong, who is not necessarily good when he is young. ”

Jia Yu hated Jia Zheng the most in his life for talking about reading, not to mention what Jia Zheng said about hurting Zhongyong, which poked Jia Yu's lungs more and more.

You Jia Cunzhou is famous for being a good reader, and I haven't seen a famous reading hall, teach your son, teach a demon king of the mixed world who eats rouge everywhere, and I'm embarrassed to say that I won't teach my son.

Jia Yu exploded, immediately smiled, and said with a smile: "People like us, we don't have to study hard, we don't have to burn the children, we skim some books, and understand a little better than others, and when the time comes, we won't be able to run away from an official." Brother Cong'er's temper is like mine, he will do whatever he likes, and he has a good future waiting for him, so what does it matter. ”

Jia Zheng sighed and said, "That's all there is to it. Brother Cong doesn't like to read, which is not a good thing after all. ”

Jia Yuyin said with a smile: "How many people who are good at reading can read a fame?"

When Jia Mu heard Jia Yu's words, she couldn't hide her tiredness, and said, "You must have something to do outside, you should go." I'm a little tired and want to rest. ”

Jia Zheng and Jia Yufang resigned.

But said that Jia Zheng persuaded Jia Yu, Jia Yu didn't listen, Jia Zheng couldn't hide the sorrow on his face, returned to the study, chatted with Qingke and played chess, he couldn't help but say a few words of sorrow, and Qingke was persuaded by himself.

However, in the past two or three days, everyone outside knew that Jia Zheng had a nephew who had done some shallow articles, so he was not happy to study.

It rained for a day, and the dense rain curtain covered the heavens and the earth tightly, and the humidity blew in with the cold wind, and people shivered inside and outside the house. Ping'er came in with a brass hand stove, handed it to Sister Feng'er, and said with a smile: "I just asked someone to find the smoker cage, and after a while, it won't be cold if you want to come to the house." ”

Sister Feng was dressed in a silver rat clothes, took over the stove, and said with a slight frown: "Why is it so cold this day?" The second master didn't take a coat when he went out, and he didn't know if he would get cold. A few days ago, I heard people say that our family originally had clothes made of fluff material, which were the most warm, but I turned over them in the warehouse for a long time, but I didn't find them. ”

Ping'er said with a smile: "I heard the mandarin duck say that the old lady has a few duck and peacock feather coats, but I haven't seen any fluff, don't let grandma hear it." ”

Sister Feng said with a smile: "It's not duck hair peacock feathers, I heard that it is made of sheep's fluff clothes, it sounds strange, I also said that I can find it out easily, and I can also see what it looks like? My aunt asked me a while ago that the former Rongguo Gong had a broken sword, and I heard that it was actually psychic, but there was such a thing. He also said that my uncle wanted to borrow it and see it. I can't say I don't know, I'm afraid that my aunt will complain that I'm stingy, and a broken sword is hidden, so I finally shirked it. ”

"What can't you see?" Jia Lian came back from outside wearing a coat, and most of his body was wet, so he didn't want to be a wolf.

Sister Feng hurriedly ordered Ping'er to prepare hot water, went up to undress Jia Lian by herself, and told Jia Lian what she had just said with a smile.

When Jia Lian heard this, he smiled and said, "If someone asks you to borrow something in the future, you will ask them to find Brother Cong." Most of the time he made up nonsense in the article, and people took it seriously and came to you. ”

Sister Feng also vaguely heard that Brother Cong had written some articles again, which made Jia Zheng and Jia Yu unhappy, and couldn't help but feign anger and said: "Why, Brother Cong'er's unsuccessful things, all of our family's things are listed in the article!"

Jia Lian sat on the chair and took off his shoes, and when he heard this, he shook his head and smiled: "There are no things listed, but some hearsay is written in it." You know those old people in our family, how the ancestors were at that time, the grass used by the ancestors is a treasure, he is young, he can't tell the truth from the false, according to that, people don't take it seriously. It's also strange that he writes so scribbled, and people outside still love to watch it closely. Yesterday, someone came to me and said that he was willing to pay Brother Cong'er's article. "Walk through the Red Chamber to write an essay

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