Three days later, Zhao Xingchi printed out the first large volume of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", "Hongwu Chapter", on A4 paper, and then showed it to the first reader.

This reader is none other than his mother in this life, Lin Baoyi.

Lin Baoyi is a graduate of Xijiang Normal University, and is now a Chinese teacher at the county No. 1 Middle School. "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", a novel that jokes about history, was written for Lin Baoyi to see, and it was also for Lin Baoyi to palm, and by the way, he would like to give some opinions.

"What about the Ming Dynasty? This is what you wrote? Lin Baoyi muttered, and then asked suspiciously.

"It's a novel I wrote that illustrates the history of the dynasty, aren't you a language teacher, I'm just asking you to check for me, see if it can be published, and by the way, introduce some of your classmates, friends, or something in the publishing industry, and let them help." Zhao Xingchi said with a smile, not hiding his purpose at all.

Lin Baoyi was immediately amused, stretched out his index finger and nodded on his forehead a few times: "You, you, I said why are you so well-behaved, I showed it to my mother as soon as I wrote a novel, it turned out that I was worried about your mother and my network." ”

Zhao Xingchi grinned, ran to Lin Baoyi's back like a treasure and began to rub her shoulders for her: "In my heart, only my mother is good in the world, I will rub your shoulders, and you will show me." ”

Lin Baoyi couldn't cry or laugh, and said later: "Okay, Mom, I'll help you see it." ”

On the manuscript paper, the first page is the preface, which talks about some of the circumstances of the book and what Stephen Zhao will create for this book.

Sensational words and some other subjective thoughts of Stephen Zhao, Lin Baoyi directly skimmed by, ten lines at a glance, and the only thing she paid attention to was one sentence "History should be able to be written beautifully".

"History should be able to be written beautifully?" As soon as she saw this, Lin Baoyi immediately muttered in her heart, because most of the history books she had read were boring official histories and some historical research books of today's people. The well-written history is all vulgar and vulgar wild history in her impression, with lies and bad tastes endless.

Lin Baoyi soon had an idea: "Could it be that my son wrote a wild history?" ”

The preface flipped over, and the text of the first chapter was quickly presented before her eyes.

"Let's start with the first file.

Name: Zhu Yuanzhang.

Alias: Zhu Chongba, Zhu Guorui.

Gender: Male.

Blood type:?

Education: No diploma, Xiucai is not a scholar, and later there was self-study.

Occupation: Emperor.

Family origin: (at least three generations) poor peasants.

……

……”

Looking at these, Lin Baoyi was directly speechless: "What is this, what is this, you actually have a thousand degrees of information about an emperor?" ”

Lin Baoyi didn't feel any amusement, nor did she see any art. If this thing hadn't been written by Stephen Zhao, she would have thrown it into the garbage basket a long time ago, and would even slam this author with a loud voice, do you know how to write a historical novel?

Looking down patiently, Lin Baoyi finally saw something that made her a little interested in reading.

Everything started on that night in 1328, when the wife of the farmer Zhu Wusi, Chen, gave birth to a baby boy, and everyone knows that this baby boy was later Zhu Yuanzhang.

When Emperor Dafan was born, there will be some similar strange phenomena recorded in later history books.

For example, the wind, the rain, the aroma, the stars in the sky, the red light everywhere, ......, anyway, I want to tell you that this person is different from others. When Zhu Yuanzhang was born, it was no exception, when he was born, the red light was all over the ground, and there was a strange light in the house at night, so that the neighbors thought there was a fire and ran to rescue him (Ming Shilu). ”

"Hehe......, Xingchi, in addition to the fact that the above is a little incomprehensible, the writing here is really interesting, it's funny." Lin Baoyi couldn't help but laugh as she read.

Anyone who is familiar with history books knows that this passage is not wrong.

It is precisely because of this that Lin Baoyi, who is familiar with history books, feels funny and interesting.

And the more she looked down, the more Lin Baoyi could see and laugh.

At the same time, Lin Baoyi was shocked in some places, and gradually increased.

“…… You have to collect festival money for festivals, you have to collect regular money for work, and you have to collect official money for lawsuits, are you afraid? Then I won't go out of the way, don't do anything, it's okay, right? That's not good, you have to collect money for no reason, you have to collect and spend money, take it! ”

“…… Only like the legendary phoenix, after going through hardships, throwing into the fire, and after thousands of tempers, can you be reborn from the fire and become a radiant divine bird! ”

……

I don't know when Lu Dao said, Lin Baoyi stopped laughing, and her expression gradually became solemn.

In the hall, all that was left was the rustle of paper as it turned.

After a long time, Lin Baoyi read all the contents, sighed, and said, "It's not badly written." ”

Zhao Xingchi was overjoyed, with Lin Baoyi's words, he was more sure.

"But ......," Lin Baoyi suddenly changed his mouth again.

Zhao Xingchi's heart suddenly lifted, and he hurriedly asked, "But what?" ”

Lin Baoyi's face showed a faint smile, looked at him kindly and said, "The book is written quite well, but I can't guarantee whether it can be published." Even if it is successfully published, it may not be able to sell, and you need to be mentally prepared for these two issues. ”

Zhao Xingchi breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I thought it was nothing, it turned out to be this, don't worry, I have long been mentally prepared." No matter what the trouble, I'll hold it! ”

"Hold?" Lin Baoyi looked at him suspiciously.

Zhao Xingchi touched his nose in embarrassment, and immediately explained: "Holding means holding it." ”

Lin Baoyi nodded, didn't care, but suddenly sighed and said, "Even if you are reprimanded by the literati of all China and attacked by all the media, can you hold on?" ”

"Uh...... Is it so miserable? Stephen Zhao obviously didn't believe it.

"Don't believe it!" Lin Baoyi said with a serious expression: "Although your book is well written, the style of writing is humorous, and it uses a ridiculous meaning to write history, which is absolutely rebellious in the eyes of orthodox and serious historians and literati. Although all kinds of alternate historical novels have been in full swing on the Internet in recent years, it is wild history, a fast-food consumer culture, and no one will take it seriously. But yours are different, you have to write the official history. If it were you, would you stand up and denounce it? ”

Zhao Xingchi pondered for a while, not only was he not frightened away, but his psychological persistence was more determined, he smiled: "Although I really want to say no, the real situation is that I will stand up and condemn." However, I didn't write this book for those experts and scholars to read, I wrote this book for the majority of readers, as long as they like it, I won't take it to heart the criticism of others. Rest assured, I'm still holding on! ”

Lin Baoyi saw that he was determined, and he was a little relieved, but he was also more worried, but he couldn't say anything, and said after the end: "Okay, since you have decided, then go and sit, Mom supports you!" ”

"Xie Lu, Xie Ma." Stephen Zhao said movingly.