"Would you like to come to me and write a few manuscripts?"

When Fang Yanqing heard Feng Ranran's words, he paused for a moment, frowned again, and asked in disbelief, "Manuscript?"

"Well," Feng Ranran lowered her head slightly, and touched her head a little embarrassedly, "I heard that the poems you just wrote are good, so I opened my mouth, and besides, I heard Brother Dong say that you often go to him to buy books, so you must also like these." ”

"I... I just read it, I haven't written it, and..."Fang Yanqing said with a slight panic, "I'm afraid I won't be able to do this well." ”

"There are first times for everything," Feng Ranran blinked and comforted, "When I took over the editing for the first time, I was also very scared, but after doing it, I found that this thing is actually not as difficult as I thought." ”

Although I have heard about writing, I have loved reading since I was a child, and I am always eager to try the current affairs in the book, prose, and verses, and I have secretly written some, but I have never dared to submit. Now hearing Feng Ranran's words, I can't help but want to try again.

Feng Ranran glanced at the wife who was chatting and laughing in the distance, and whispered to Fang Yanqing's ear and said, "If you are worried about your aunt, I will find an excuse to let you come to the Wei Mansion, and if you are included, I will pay your salary." ”

Fang Yanqing heard Feng Ranran's words, and hurriedly explained, "It's not about money. ”

"I know," Feng Ranran nodded, and said with a smile, "We are an equivalent exchange, you pay for words, I pay for money, and work together to spread new ideas." You see you love reading so much, don't you want to try to write some?"

Fang Yanqing's heart has long been biased towards Feng Ranran's side, he loves to read, he loves to write, he has read so many books, and now he is locked in the house, helpless and powerless, he can only write and read by himself, and now there is an opportunity to publish it, he is naturally looking forward to it in his heart, pursed his lips, and said, "I have some poems in my house that I wrote before, I will show them to you later, do you think it is good and then think about persuading me to write, how about it?"

"Okay, let's go and see!" Feng Ranran said, and she was about to clear the dialect.

"Now?" Fang Yanqing asked in surprise as he looked around.

"Uh-huh!" Feng Ranran nodded, reached out and patted his chest gently, shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm feeling very excited now!"

"What are you excited about?" Fang Yanqing laughed and asked as he watched Feng Ranran's movements.

"She's worried that she can't find anyone to write a manuscript, isn't she excited to catch you now?" Wei Chao put the chopsticks on the bowl, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and said, "I'm done, I'll go home first." ”

After finishing speaking, he was about to get up and walk towards Mrs. Wei, Feng Ranran grabbed Wei Chao, opened his eyes wide, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Say hello to your mother and go home. Wei Chao said calmly.

"Don't," Feng Ranran begged, "if you go, my aunt will definitely tell me to go back with you, and I will go to see what Yan Qing has written." ”

Fang Yanqing looked at Feng Ranran's movements, and said beside him, "Or, watch it next time?"

"No, just read it today, I'm an anxious person, if I don't watch it today, I must be panicked. Feng Ranran looked at Wei Chao and said, "Brother Chao, you see that your aunt is chatting so happily now, it's better not to disturb her, so you don't need to talk about it." ”

"Oh, but is this any good for me?" Wei Chao asked as he raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Ranran.

"What a profiteer," Feng Ranran muttered, handing Wei Chao the fifty taels of silver tickets that had just been hot, "Here." ”

"Just one?"

"How many more do you want?" Feng Ranran heard Wei Chao's words and said unhappily, "If you lose a bet today, you won't lose but make money, right?" ”

"I didn't force you to give it to me. Wei Chao put away the silver ticket, stood up, pretended to take a step in the direction of Mrs. Wei, and saw that Feng Ranran was about to make a sound, so he took back his steps, turned around and walked towards the door.

Seeing that Wei Chao was gone, Feng Ranran poked Fang Yanqing with his hand and said, "Let's go, take me to see the poems you wrote." ”

There is still some distance between your house and the main courtyard, first through the arch, then out of the hall, and then through the cloister.

"This is your yard?" Feng Ranran collapsed into the yard, turned around, saw the jar placed in the yard, stepped forward, turned his head and asked Fang Yanqing, "What is this for?"

"This was originally a fish farmer, but I didn't raise it, because it was too troublesome, so I only planted lotus flowers. Fang Yanqing opened his mouth to explain, walked to the door, and pushed the closed door open, Feng Ranran saw Fang Yanqing push the door open, hurriedly stopped to observe the lotus's movements, and followed into the house.

The manuscripts were all the same as his previous books, placed in the big wooden box at the bottom of his wardrobe, Feng Ranran watched Fang Yanqing open the wardrobe, took out a large wooden box, and hurriedly helped carry it. There was too much dust underneath, and there was a hand of dust on his hands, Fang Yanqing looked at the dust on his hands, couldn't help laughing, and used his sleeves to help Feng Ranran's face stained with ashes, and then opened the buttons that were holding the box.

Inside the box was a layer of mattresses, Feng Ranran blinked her eyes suspiciously, not quite understanding why Fang Yanqing wanted to take this mattress out, and then saw Fang Yanqing pick up the mattress, revealing the books below, about a dozen or so, most of them were "Poems".

Fang Yanqing stretched out his hand and picked up a few books on the side, revealing the paper that was not bound into a book underneath, Fang Yanqing took out the papers and handed them to Feng Ranran.

'"Qiong Lou" Qiong Lou thought about the cold in autumn, and saw that the darkness had ended. After chess, I forgot to say who won or lost, and there was no trace of joy and sorrow in my dreams. The golden wheel is difficult to know, and the blue sea is not wide. If you want to imitate the words of the heavens, all the souls will circle the altar on the side. ’①

"Waves and Sands" is cold through the clouds, and the treasure seal is smoky. Listening to the rain in the middle of the night, the little red mansion. People are worried about the flowers. Lin Yuan is afraid of staring at the eyes, and it is difficult to take away from thinking. He was sick and drowned. Come to Japan to send spring and farewell, flowers for people to worry. ’②

Feng Ranran read several chapters in a row, and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's well written, it's wonderful, you... Such verses, published, are more than enough. Feng Ranran's heart was like a stormy wave, looked at Fang Yanqing, and said, "Yanqing, if you believe me, I will pick a few poems to be published in "Mr. Yan", and the rest will be sent to "Poems", I know the editor of Poems, and he is also a person who cherishes talents, he will definitely like your poems very much." ”

Fang Yanqing originally just wanted to take out his works and let Feng Ranran be mentally prepared for his level, but he didn't expect to be praised so highly all of a sudden, and he also sent his poems to the books and periodicals he often reads. Fang Yanqing didn't know how to describe his mood, that is, what he had always liked but was not recognized by the people around him, suddenly a person appeared, and recognized it very much, just like himself, he felt that it was beautiful and correct.

Feng Ranran is the only daughter of the second girl of the Wei family, and she is also a person with golden branches and jade leaves, such a person, there is nothing that cannot be trusted, besides, the frankness she shows is enough to show her honesty. Fang Yanqing nodded, "I naturally believe you." ”

Hearing Fang Yanqing's words, Feng Ranran smiled and said, "It's good if you believe it." By the way," Feng Ranran touched his pocket, took out a silver ticket, and put it on the box of books, "This is the manuscript fee, I paid it first." ”

"It's... This "Poems" has not yet been drafted, how can there be a reason for you to advance the money first, and besides, my poems, where will they be worth so much money. ”

"How could it not!" Feng Ranran heard Fang Yanqing's words, became serious, and said, "Yanqing, you don't have to be presumptuous, you look at the poems you write, they are works that will be amazing and eye-catching no matter where you put them, you are worth it." ”

It is as if his father also said that it is worth it, and he is worth it, 'Whoever says that your daughter's study is useless, your talent is worth it.'" I suddenly recalled my father's voice and appearance, female redness, flower arrangement, tea making, marrying a good family, I was doing those things, and I never had joy in my feelings. It's just that no one has said that anymore, and gradually, whether it's worth it or not is not so important.

Fang Yanqing knew that now his aunt was bent on marrying a good man, and also thinking that he could get married to Wei Fu through her, these trivial things never made him happy, but he just made himself more and more upset, looking at Fang Feng Ranran in front of him, he suddenly wanted to escape this upset feeling.

"Tomorrow, no, tomorrow will be very busy, the day after tomorrow, or..." Feng Ranran wrenched her fingers and counted the days, "It's better to be in five days, then your house will be almost busy, I'll go back and ask Mother Xu to write a post to your aunt, so that you can come." ”

Since it's a post, my aunt wants to leave the Wei Mansion to kiss her, so I should agree. Fang Yanqing thought about it in his heart, nodded, and said, "Okay." ”

Feng Ranran folded the poems and stuffed them into her small bag, Fang Yanqing couldn't help but sigh, although this bag looked small, it was really powerful, Feng Ranran closed the bag and stood up.

Fang Yanqing stuffed all the things back, saw that everything was as usual, and found that there was no suspicion, so he closed the door and walked back to the main courtyard of the wedding banquet with Feng Ranran.

From afar, I heard a shout and curse, "You are blind to the dog's eye, and you actually hit me, if you hurt me, you will have to pay for it with a few cheap lives." ”

As soon as I heard this voice, Fang Yanqing probably knew who it was, it must be Pan Yuxiu who was angry again, I heard Qing Yatou say that she was terrible when she was angry, and I felt that it must have been a headache just by listening to it, but I didn't expect to meet it now.

Feng Ranran, who was next to her, frowned when she heard the scolding, "What is the identity of this person, this is not a good word, I have to go and see." As he spoke, he quickened his steps.

Fang Yanqing was worried that it was the Qing girl who caught her, and she also sped up her steps with Feng Ranran.

The people in the courtyard were almost gone, only a few people remained, Tang Yiyun and Fang Dezheng probably greeted the people they were familiar with, and went to eat tea and talk somewhere else, after all, the sun was scorching in the courtyard, and there was no need to talk against the sun.

Pan Yuxiu was standing outside a bunch of girls, blocking people's sight, she couldn't see it really, and she was about to walk over with Feng Ranran, when she heard a faint inquiry.

"That's... Girl, where is the gift here?"

"Writing a ceremony?" Fang Yanqing stopped his steps, looked at the old woman in front of him, and just as he stopped, Feng Ranran walked over, "Writing a ceremony is usually when entering the gate, and on the right side, Mr. Ledger has set up a table to write. ”

"But... But I was directly brought over, and I didn't write it, so what can I do? The old woman suddenly became flustered, and asked, "Where can I find the bookkeeper, so that I can go and add the gift." ”

"It's okay, aunt, Mr. Bookkeeper won't accept it after the wedding feast. Fang Yanqing comforted, "You are here, and blessings are coming, and the ceremony is not particularly important." ”

"I don't understand what you're saying, it doesn't matter how this ceremony is. ”

Listening to the old woman's words, Fang Yanqing said patiently, "Auntie, I can't write the ceremony now, but when you come, my sister-in-law should be happy, although the ceremony is not written, but there is no way, after all, I don't accept it now, are you right?"

"Can't write now?

"Yes!" Fang Yanqing said, nodding.

The old woman reluctantly stuffed back the brocade bag that had been taken out, "Okay, then I'll go back to her mother." ”

Seeing that the old woman was about to leave, Fang Yanqing hurriedly stepped forward and walked towards Pan Yuxiu.

"Hey, what a big breath, according to what you said, the officials in that part of Shaanxi have all let your father take care of it. Feng Ranran said angrily, and there was a girl behind her.