On this day, Tian Sangsang came back from busy work in the vegetable field, his clothes were dusty, he was carrying a hoe in one hand and a bucket in the other, which was used for watering.

In the distance, I saw a group of military wives gathered in front of me, holding newspapers in their hands, as if discussing something interesting.

"I asked my man to read it to me, it's really good! It's the first time I've seen "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"!"

"Yes, yes, even our children love to hear it. ”

"This one is different from the previous ones!"

"I don't know what kind of person can write such a literary and story-telling thing, which makes me think that I can't think of anything like this for the rest of my life. ”

"That is, people can eat for a lifetime with a pen, how can we compare with them. ”

"Yang Tiexin, what a hero!"

As we got closer, the sound became clearer and clearer. Tian Sangsang frowned slightly, the legend of the Condor Heroes?

This is an alternate era, there is no Legend of the Condor Heroes, but as a must-copy book for the protagonist in rebirth entertainment, the Legend of the Condor Heroes is indeed a classic.

Although it is a classic, it is not a classic of Mr. Jin Yong, and Mr. Jin Yong's later works have a lot higher level than the Condor Shooting.

However, when it came to eagle shooting, Tian Sangsang thought of Li Yibai.

Could it be that Li Yibai has begun to display his ambitions?

Qin Lan was not very happy because of the last vegetable patch and bed. Seeing Tian Sangsang at this time, she suddenly stepped forward and said with a smile: "Brother and sister, you see that I am a countryman and I am not very literate." Can you read this for me?"

There are quite a few military wives here who are from the countryside, at least Qin Lan's side, but Qin Lan is the leader among these military wives.

Tian Sangsang didn't refuse, took the newspaper, and gave her an inquiring look, "Which paragraph?"

"This is it. Qin Lan pointed with her finger.

"Oh. Tian Sangsang's eyes wandered around the newspaper for a moment, and sure enough, he saw the author's name, Li Yibai. She smiled slightly and read: "The mighty river of the Qiantang River, day and night, bypasses the edge of Niujia Village in Lin'an endlessly, and flows into the sea in the east. There are dozens of black cypress trees in a row on the riverside, and the leaves are as red as fire, and it is the time of August. The weeds in front of the village and behind the village have just begun to turn yellow, and under the reflection of the slanting sun, it has become a little more depressed. Under two large pine trees gathered a group of villagers, men and women and a dozen children, listening intently to a thin old man. The speaker was in his fifties, and a green cloth robe had faded to blue-gray after a long wash. I only heard him touch the two pear blossom planks a few times, and the bamboo stick in his left hand beat on a small drum continuously. Singing—"

Tian Sangsang's voice is very good, the timbre is good, and this time I read it, full of affection. Besides, she has watched and heard storytellers in the TV series of Condor Shooting, and the storyteller doesn't rely on this rhythm of modulation and frustration when he reads things. And she is very good at grasping the rhythm, the pause, the rise, the fall, tactful and melodious, eloquent, not a woman's atmosphere.

It was close to dusk, and many of the troops were busy coming back, including men. When they heard this, they couldn't help but discuss: "That's Captain Jiang's family, right?

These military wives only felt that Tian Sangsang read it so well, and they all hung up their appetites, and they asked one after another: "What are you singing?"

"What's next?"

Tian Sangsang spoke: "Sing, 'The little peach has no owner and blooms, and the tobacco is vast with evening crows.'" Several ruined wells have always been people's homes. 'What a literary style!' she said with a smile.

Political Commissar Lin, who was passing by, approached and said, "Brother and sister, you read this so well, I am thrilled to hear it!"

After all, Political Commissar Lin is a political commissar and is in charge of ideology and politics. At this time, when the crowd gathered together to read the newspaper aloud, it was inevitable that he would not think much about it.

Tian Sangsang returned the newspaper to Qin Lan and said to Political Commissar Lin: "No, what about Qin Lan and them, they say that they don't understand the countryside and let me help me read it." I've read books for a few years, and I know a few words, and no more. Just read it casually. ”

Directly threw the question to Qin Lan.

After this incident, everyone didn't dare to say that Tian Sangsang was a countryman and uneducated. At least people are not only quite educated, but also read things that are catchy, and it seems that it is not impossible for Captain Renjiang to be rare for her.

But Tian Sangsang didn't care about this, she kept thinking about Li Yibai.

The book "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is really good, but whether the author himself is good or not is an unknown. It can be said that Li Yibai's choice of the Legend of the Condor Heroes is correct, at least in today's cultural context, this one will not cause any conflicts, and it will also cause heated discussions. But at this time, the social atmosphere was also very impetuous, just take the situation she saw when she went out today, there were many maverick young people on the street, dancing and singing, twisting around with tape recorders, showing themselves, chic and uninhibited, just afraid that something would happen.

What needs to be used to make them settle down and calm down.

Tian Sangsang knew that Li Yibai had a golden finger, that is, as long as he had seen something, even if he glanced at it, those things would appear in his mind and automatically make it up for him. Tian Sangsang can't compare to him in this regard, and she doesn't need to compare. She also wants to write works, but she will pick and choose what she has seen and impressed. If you are like Li Yibai, a lot of people don't know much, and when asked in the future, it will inevitably make people suspicious.

Tian Sangsang was annoyed when he thought of Li Yibai. This time, let's see if he is stupid and white sweet, or white lotus?

harmed her son in the original book, and let him poke his heart in this life.

Tian Sangsang, who was preoccupied, pushed open the door. Place the hoe in the corner of the living room.

There are one large and one small sitting on the sofa. Jiang Jinghuai looked back from the newspaper and raised his eyes lightly, "Why is it so late?"

The underlying meaning of this sentence is, why haven't you cooked so late? Tian Sangsang sweated, the sorrow of the housewife.

"Wait, that's it. ”

Meng Shuyan sat on the sofa, her legs hanging down, and stretched out her little fat hand towards her, "Mom, you're back." ”

"Are you hungry?" Tian Sangsang put his arms around his soft body and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'm not hungry, Dad is reading me the Legend of the Condor Heroes. Meng Shuyan raised her little head from her arms.

"You also see this?" Tian Sangsang couldn't help but look at Jiang Jinghuai in surprise. "You're also interested in martial arts?"

Jiang Jinghuai bowed: "Hmm." Nicely written. ”

Of course, it's very well written! After all, it's Mr. Jin! But Li Yibai ......

Tian Sangsang resisted the urge to vomit blood and slowly moved to the kitchen. No, you must compare Li Yibai, and you can't let Li Yibai quietly infiltrate her home in the way of cultural infiltration!

In the evening, after cleaning up, Tian Sangsang moved to the study and pulled the corners of his mouth gloomily!

Accept the battle post, Li Yibai!