When I got up the next morning, my father Su Hong was gone.

To visit friends, this is what Su Hong said last night.

Does Daddy have friends from afar? Su Mo looked back carefully, and it seemed that he had no memory of this.

On weekdays, even the neighbors who are close to the left rarely come and go, at most they just nod their heads and say hello or something.

In this ancient city, the pattern of urban dwellings was quite distinct, rich in the north and poor in the south, expensive in the east and cheap in the west, and almost most of the cities were like this.

The so-called rich in the north and poor in the south, expensive in the east and cheap in the west, means that the north of the city generally belongs to the rich area, and the south of the city is a slum area. The eastern part of the city is usually the residence of officials, as well as the administrative area, so it is called a noble word. The west of the city is the gathering place of the three religions and nine streams at the bottom, among which there are not only prostitutes and craftsmen, but also some criminals and lowly servants.

Su Mo's family lives in the North District, and although it is only the farthest side, it is still a wealthy area. With the situation of the Su family, in the midst of it, it is conceivable how there can be any friends.

Therefore, in Su Mo's memory, Daddy Su Hong has never had any real dealings with anyone. The father and son are like lonely ghosts, helpless and dependent on each other.

Now my dad is suddenly going to visit his friends...... Su Mo felt weird. Especially when I think of Su Hong's demeanor when he said that last night, he seemed a little helpless, a little melancholy, and a little ...... Disturbed.

It seems that this so-called friend is very debatable.

Thinking of what ancestral heirloom suddenly popped out last day, Su Mo suddenly felt that his cheap father had an extra layer of mystery on his body, like a cloud shrouded in fog, blurred.

frowned and pondered for a while, couldn't find a clue for a while, shook his head, and put aside the complicated thoughts. In any case, since Daddy is talking about friends, there is no danger. What do you think about when you visit a friend? Even if there are some secrets, who in this world doesn't have your own secrets? It's himself, isn't he hiding a big secret that has come through time?

Thinking of this, I laughed at myself and stopped thinking about it.

There were still a lot of leftover meals from last night, and Dad didn't know how early he got up, but they were all heated and buckled in the pot.

Until this moment, when Su Mo took it out, he still had a residual warmth. This warm taste in his mouth made Su Mo's whole heart warm.

Is this God's compensation? In my previous life, I almost never knew what my father's love was, but when I traveled to this life, this father's love was surging, and my whole body and mind could not be filled with overflow. So that every inch of skin and every corner can be fully felt.

By all means, I must let my dad live a good life!

Su Mo closed his eyes, swallowed the food in his mouth, clenched his fists gently, and said to himself silently.

Putting away the dishes, sitting on a chair with a bowl of hot water, drinking slowly, while sorting out what to do next in my mind.

There are a lot of topics to write about the new script, but which one to write?

The four masterpieces are undoubtedly the first choice. But the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and the Water Margin were excluded first, and Boss Luo made the first move.

There are two books left, one Dream of Red Mansions and one Journey to the West.

Dream...... Forget it. Cao Dada's daughter's soft intestines are really not his own dish. Moreover, Su Mo didn't read all the books in the Red Mansion, and he couldn't remember them at all. Relying on Su Mo's own level to complete it is an almost impossible task.

The only thing left is Journey to the West. But this Journey to the West was written by Wu Chengen, and Wu Chengen seems to be a person from the Ming Dynasty, and it seems that he is still in the middle of the Ming Dynasty.

Forget it, let's put it there for now. He shook his head and gave up the idea of plagiarizing Journey to the West. It's not that he is noble, if he is really noble, he will not plagiarize Linjiang Immortal.

Linjiang Immortal is Yang Shen's work, and Yang Shen is a proper existence at this time. It's just that he remembers clearly that this Yang Shen is still a young child at this time, so he can ignore it completely. But Wu Chengen ......

Well, the main reason is that Mr. Su really can't figure out Wu Chengen's birth status. To be on the safe side, it's better to wait until you figure it out. Anyway, he has a bunch of choices in his stomach, although it is a pity to give up the four famous novels, it is not that there is no other material. It's a big deal, when I figure out the situation, I'll talk about the next one.

If you don't need the four famous books, the other choices don't matter. Whatever you say, Yue Quan has passed it on, and Yang Jiajiang can do it. No more, Jin Daxia, Liang Daxia, Gu Daxia and the like are simply not too much. Let's not talk about these, just pick up a few famous ones from the later online novels, I believe that they will definitely be able to do it in this era.

He was drinking hot water while he was out and about, and he was tired of having too many choices, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

In fact, he is still more inclined to gods and demons novels, after all, in this era, the power of gods and demons is much greater than that of later generations.

If you want to talk about gods, demons and monsters, in addition to the fantasy themes in later online literature, you will be the first to recommend Liaozhai in classical literature. But Liaozhai is a series and lacks coherence, so it is a little insufficient to use it as a short story to tell the line, and it is a bit insufficient to use it as a storytelling.

And the fantasy texts of later generations seem to be a little ahead of their time. If it's for those who are looking for immortals to ask, it's definitely a big killer. But for ordinary people, it is estimated that the fog may be even greater.

"This ...... No, it doesn't. He frowned and muttered. When he was in a dilemma, a flash of inspiration flashed in Leng Buding's mind, and he suddenly thought of a book.

Jigong Quanchuan!

Monk Daoji is a native of the Song Dynasty, and there have always been many rumors among the people, but there has never been a special written record.

What's more, Su Mo remembers this Jigong Biography very clearly, and it was written in the Qing Dynasty. The author can't remember which one, but the whole book has both the strange fantasy elements of gods and demons, as well as the most praised punishment of evil and promotion of good, which can definitely satisfy the spiritual pleasure of the people at the bottom. Coupled with the crazy and flamboyant character of the protagonist Daoji monk, is there anything more suitable than this?

As for saying that I can't remember all of the whole book, but he can't write pure literature like Cao Xueqin, but fantasy and the like, hehe, nonsense...... Ahem, no, use your imagination, that's Mr. Su's strength.

That's it!

Su Mo's eyes lit up. When you think of it, you can do it, put down the bowl, get up and get the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. But when I found the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, I couldn't help but feel a little depressed again.

There is not enough paper.

The paper of this year is not just ordinary in later generations, this year, the four treasures of the study are definitely high-end goods. If it weren't for the wealthy family, ordinary people would have prepared a lot of them, all of which were measured and purchased and used according to the number of sheets. As far as the three or five cards in Su Mo's hand at the moment are still obtained by Daddy Su Hong's frugality.

Well, let's go buy paper first, and just stop by to settle the account of the printing workshop. Moreover, the scene when she sent Han Xing'er's girl back yesterday, Su Mo felt unsteady in her heart, and she always had to ask.

Packed up his things anew, turned around and went out the door, all the way to the East Market. The printing workshop is in the easternmost part of the East Market, but it is along the way with the Han Family Teahouse. Just go to visit the little girl first, and then go to the printing workshop.

In the late winter and early spring, it is warm and cold. Along the way, the shops opened their doors, but there were not many pedestrians, and the shouts of the vendors seemed to be frozen by the air conditioning.

Su Mo clasped his hands, his mouth sprayed white mist from time to time, breathing in the cold air of the morning, but he felt extremely refreshed.

A faint smoke came from a stall on the side of the road, mixed with bursts of fragrance. When I turned my head, I saw a four-wheeled cart with a peat stove on it. Behind the stall, an old man with a wrinkled face and a dark complexion was churning round dough cakes with tongs. The smell came from the bread.

Liu's baked cakes.

Su Mo stopped, and couldn't help but think of that early morning a few days ago, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a little warmth.

"Uncle, bring me three biscuits. Taking out a big sum from his arms, Su Mo handed it over with a smile.

The old man lowered his head, still focused on churning the baked cakes, and said: "Guest officer, the old man has two pennies for this baked cake, but three is not easy to calculate." ”

"You old uncle is not honest, a few days ago you were willing to give others a penny for three, why do I only give two here today? Don't you deceive me when I am young?" Su Mo did not flinch with his hand, but his mouth was vicious.

"This is not nonsense! The old man has been selling here for more than ten years, and he has always been a big money two, how can he ever sell it...... Uh!" the old man was furious, raised his head suddenly, opened his mouth and shouted, but when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he couldn't help choking his words.

"Uncle Liu, boy Su Mo is polite here. Su Mo smiled and clenched his fists and sang, then stretched out the penny again, and said with a smile: "Uncle, the kid is an insider, don't say that you haven't sold it for three pennies." ”

Liu Laohan's face faded in astonishment, showed a wry smile, and said angrily: "Okay, you little Su Mo, you actually came to entertain the old man." The insider doesn't know what's going on with the three of them?" he scolded with a smile, but he took the big money, picked up three yellow cancan baked cakes, wrapped them in oiled paper and handed them over.

Su Mo took it with a smile, and sang a fat song again, and then smiled: "Why should the uncle be stingy, it's a big deal to go back and I'll give the uncle a paragraph." Uncle should have heard of it, the boy's ability to speak is no worse than my father's. ”

Liu Laohan looked at him a few times, then sighed, nodded and said: "I did hear that you are out of breath, your father is a blessed one, and he can be regarded as having survived, unlike the old man, alas, ......"

Su Mo was stunned, and then came to his senses. This Liu Laohan also has a son, but this son refuses to be as peaceful as his son, and spends most of the month running outside, and there are a few people around him who are not good-looking, not like a good road.

For this reason, Liu Laohan was heartbroken, and he was pointed at behind his back. has been an honest man all his life and treats people well, the villagers don't say anything in front of him, but the discussion behind his back is very clear, which makes Liu Laohan sad and worried.

Living in the same city, Liu Laohan naturally knows the situation of the Su family's father and son. According to the previous state of Su Mo, Liu Laohan had a kind of sympathy for Su Hong, so he often took some care.

Last time, I said that I listened to a little more Di Bao, but in fact, it was just a disguised care. Su Hong knew the thoughts, the Su Mo before the crossing didn't understand, but now Su Mo understands. Because of this, Fang Cai took the initiative to come forward to greet him.

Thinking about Liu Zhen, the big man with a black charcoal head in his memory, Su Mo could only shake his head and couldn't help. If you know the origin of this Su family, I am afraid that Liu Laohan will never have the slightest envy.

"Uncle, why worry too much, the so-called natural talent must be useful, and I know that Brother Liu Zhen will not be able to breathe in the future? At least, Brother Liu is still very filial to you. Su Mo couldn't say anything else, so he could only comfort him with kind words.

Liu Laohan's face was bitter, his lips spurted a few times, and finally it just turned into a sigh. Nodding his head before he could say more, he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps approaching, and turned his head to look, but saw a big man running closer, staring at him and gasping and saying loudly: "Woe to the woe!"

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