When Zhang Bowen saw this, he only thought that "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli" was an ordinary assignment, and he never thought about how those experts would evaluate this unfinished work.

He walked into the living room with the stack of revised, mottled papers, "This is your homework? ”

"It's just a first draft, and there's a lot of things that have been revised. When I'm done writing the rest of the stuff, I'll show it to you when the time comes. ”

"What's next?" Zhang Bowen asked in surprise.

Zhang Chuke is a person who never wastes, and he has still written the beginning of "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli", and of course the rest of the content must be written out.

So he replied: "Yes, I wrote about the fifteenth year of Wanli, and I am not just the Wanli Emperor. If I write about him specifically, I will change the title to Emperor Wanli. ”

As a bookstore owner, Zhang Bowen has read a lot of books, and he has always thought that his son can only write fantasy works, after all, young people have a rich imagination.

But now I found that historical things can be easily obtained, which is worthy of genius, and I have never found it before.

"What's behind that?"

"In addition to Emperor Wanli, the second content is about the first assistant at that time. ”

Zhang Bowen is just a history lover, and he doesn't remember the specific characters, eras, and relationships very clearly, so he asked curiously: "Isn't Shoufu Zhang Juzheng? He is the teacher of Emperor Wanli!"

Who knew that Zhang Chu shook his head, "This is the content of our third article, there is no Zhang Juzheng in the world." In the fifteenth year of Wanli, Zhang Juzheng had already died, and without Zhang Juzheng, the entire court was in chaos. ”

"So that's the case, then what is the purpose of writing this book? Can't you write about the sixteenth year of Wanli? What about the fourteenth year of Wanli?"

Faced with his father's question, Zhang Chu was stunned for a moment, and only after a long time did he say: "You can write about those two years, and what you want to choose is this kind of dull year with no major events." A little earlier, there would have been Zhang Juzheng in the world. ”

In addition to these historical celebrities, there are also the eccentric model bureaucrat Hai Rui, the lonely general Qi Jiguang, and the conflicting philosopher Li Yu, who find the inevitability of the fall of the Ming Dynasty from these different historical figures.

"Anyway, I think it's pretty good when I watch the excitement. Zhang Bowen praised and said, but also reminded, "Writing history is not as good as writing those fantasies, fantasies are all nonsense anyway, but history is much more rigorous." The slightest vulnerability will be found, and if there are loopholes, it will be a complete joke!"

Zhang Chu nodded, he knew that his father was doing it for his own good, so he replied at this time: "I know that writing history is not very flattering, but I am confident that I will write this content, and when the time comes, I will ask the professors to help me check it first, and then it will be handed over to the publishing house." ”

For him, the book is for the sake of compulsion, not for sales.

If he wants to make money, he can write the rest of the best-selling works, not to mention far away, just write a sequel to "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", and there is no need to write thankless historical works.

……

The winter sun shone on Zhang Chu through the curtains, and he originally wanted to sleep in bed for a while, but a spirit hurriedly turned over and got up.

Outside, Chu Lan and Zhang Bowen had already changed into sneakers and were ready to climb the Great Wall.

"I'll wash my face and brush my teeth, and I'll be fine soon!"

After saying that, Zhang Chu rushed to the toilet and fought quickly, he slept late playing games last night, and he didn't set an alarm clock at all in the morning.

Chu Lan said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's still early, it's only past eight o'clock." ”

Perhaps accustomed to these two strangers, Matcha stepped on the cat's step, holding her tail high in the air, and walked from the living room to Zhang Chu's bedroom like a queen.

Then he jumped into the bed, jumped on the bed lightly, found a comfortable position, and then leaned his head to rest.

Zhang Chu changed out of this set of clothes on his body, then patted Matcha's back and walked outside, after all, pets are not allowed on the Great Wall, otherwise take this little guy with him.

Fortunately, today is a working day, and there are not many people on the Badaling Great Wall, so their family can be regarded as appreciating the beauty of this magnificent river and mountain.

The Great Wall winding into the distance is difficult to describe in words, Zhang Chu stroked the green bricks on the city wall, and his mind gradually went into the distance.

Most of what you can see in front of you is the Great Wall of the Ming Dynasty, but the Great Wall of China could not prevent the fall of the Ming Dynasty, which has a similar background to the historical work he is about to write!

There were many foreigners of different skin tones on the Great Wall, and when Zhang Chu took pictures of his parents with his mobile phone, several young people gathered around him to stop talking.

"Excuse me, are you Zhang Chu?" a young man wearing sunglasses took off his glasses directly.

A person next to him was holding a mobile phone as if comparing photos, "It should be it, it looks exactly the same." ”

Zhang Chu was a little happy in his heart, he didn't expect that he also had the treatment of a star, and he could meet his fans when he came out to travel.

So he readily admitted, "That's right, it's me." ”

"I knew it was you!"

"Wow, ask for a photo, I like you very much. My girlfriend will be jealous when she sees the pictures, and she loves your Sherlock. ”

These fans instantly made a fuss, they didn't expect that they were so lucky, they could meet Zhang Chu when they came to the Great Wall to play in a team.

They don't look at Zhang Chu's works for a day or two, and if they don't often see Zhang Chu's portrait in the introduction at the end of the physical book, I'm afraid they wouldn't dare to come up and ask.

It is estimated that only the most hardcore group of people can recognize the writers hidden behind the words, and many readers only know the names of the works and the names of the writers, and it is difficult to remember what these writers look like.

Chu Lan didn't expect her son to be as popular as a star, so she took her mobile phone to help take a photo.

"I knew I should have carried that "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" in my bag, and I missed the opportunity to sign it!"

One of the young people couldn't help but wail, Zhang Chu's autographed books can be said to be very few, whether they are collected, sold or pretended to be show-off, they will make others envious.

Nowadays, people don't have the habit of carrying a pen with them, but fortunately, there are group photos to comfort them.

"Teacher Xiao Zhang, your book "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" has been released, what will you write next? Is it still the Ghost Blowing Lantern series?" The man asked casually at first.

Zhang Chu shook his head, "I don't plan to write a sequel to Ghost Blowing the Lantern for the time being, and then write about the historical aspects of this book." The ghost blows the lantern sequel may be written in the middle of the year or in the second half of the year. ”

"What more than half a year to wait?"

This is a bolt from the blue for the vast number of filaments!