On such a hot day, it is necessary to bask in the sun for an hour, which is more uncomfortable for the fat man than death.

It can be seen that the Lu Mansion attaches great importance to Lu Chang, the grandson, and is very strict in his control, and Wu Jie is also helpless in this regard.

Mr. Dai is an extremely strict person, and you really have to lift your spirits in his classes.

Wu Jie had no interest in Baguwen, but at this time, he still had to raise his head and look ahead with a dull gaze, but his mind flew to the outside of Jiuxiao Cloud.

This kind of story is undoubtedly a kind of suffering, but it is not as fulfilling as when I wrote the story just now.

Fortunately, the day's work passed quickly, and when school was over, he comforted Lu Chang, who had been sunburned a few times, and was about to leave. The second young master Lu was excited: "It's okay now, it's okay now." ”

"What's the matter, you're not going to be confused, are you?"

Lu Chang smiled, scraped the hot sweat off his forehead with his hand, and flicked it to the side. It just so happened that Lu Xuan and Lin Tingchen were passing by, and they were almost bounced on their bodies, and they all covered their noses and walked away with disgust.

"Brother Jie, your script is really well written. Especially the button left at the end, it makes people worry, and they are eager to know if the white lady and Xiaoqing have rescued Xu Xian. Yes, definitely rescued. I've also read a lot of novels, and the ending is usually a reunion with a full moon, and a lover will eventually become a family or something. It's just that although I know the end, the process in the middle is the most interesting. ”

Lu Chang was so excited that the fat on his face was shaking: "If such a story can't force my sister to hand over the book, then it's weird." ”

Seeing that Lu Chang was so confident, Wu Jie was also proud, and said: "That's natural, and rest assured." "I worked hard to write two or three thousand words, and finally got the recognition of the readers, and anyone will be happy.

"That white lady is really a good woman, if I can marry such a good wife, it will not be in vain to come to this world." The fat man looked up at the sky that had been dyed red by the setting sun, and smiled stupidly: "If you can stay with such a woman, but you don't know how happy it is." ”

"Oops, this stupid boy has been poisoned!" Wu Jie was caught off guard by Lu Chang's chaotic emotion, and looked at it fixedly, the second young master Lu had the troubles of young Werther on his face, a typical symptom of adolescent pregnancy. It's a pity that what he admires is just a virtual character.

Wu Jie smiled: "If you really marry such a lady, wait until the Dragon Boat Festival day to drink realgar wine, your lady will show her original form." Haha, wrap yourself around that cool, slippery, thick bucket-like body. Then with you was turned over the red waves, a plough flower pressed begonia, and the blood basin looked at your head with a bite. That taste, the race over the living immortals......"

"Shut up, stop talk!" Lu Chang shouted angrily: "Brother Jie, you are not good at this, it is too bad for the scenery." ”

When I got home, as soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw Mozi coming up, handing a post to Wu Jie, and said with some worry that a subordinate from the Lu Mansion brought a gift box just now, saying that it was for the young master you. When I asked him, I didn't answer what was going on, so I hurried away.

There were fifty taels of silver in the gift box, because the amount was huge, but Mozi was a little scared in his heart.

Wu Jie took the post and looked at it, it turned out to be a polishing pen sent by Lu Chang.

Five cents is a word, Wu Jie has written about 10,000 words in these days, which is about the same amount.

Before the American silver was imported into China in large quantities, the purchasing power of one tael of silver was about equivalent to a thousand fast yuan in later generations. As soon as Lu Fatzi made a move, it was fifty taels, which was generous enough.

This hateful rich second generation is really envious, jealous and hateful!

Fifty taels is enough to buy half a courtyard house in Yanjing, no wonder Mozi is worried.

comforted Mozi with a few words, reassuring her to put away the money, but Wu Jie came to her senses. He didn't think about starting a commercial project in Yanjing before, but because he had no business experience and no capital, he had no choice but to give up.

As far as Wu Jie knows, there are many bookstores in Yanjing City, and the romance novels are selling very well, and they really can't get mixed up in the future, which is also a good way.

Thinking of this, Wu Jie shook and couldn't help laughing: Next month is the autumn season, as long as you win the lift, do you still have to worry about life? Besides, next year is the entrance exam, and if you want to rescue Tang Mi, you must be admitted to the Hanlin Academy. As for the rest, I'll talk about it later, it's not necessary to be distracted by such a trivial matter.

However, these fifty taels of silver did solve many practical difficulties for Wu Jie.

At least don't worry about your life for the next six months. Moreover, even the medicine money for the third daughter has been settled.

From this point of view, Lu Fatzi is still very interesting.

After dinner, Wu Jie drank a cup of tea, picked up the pen and began to write the end of "The Legend of the White Snake".

From the flooding of Jinshan to the White Lady being suppressed into the Leifeng Tower, there are still a thousand words, because this manuscript is to be handed over to people, and you can't use a quill. However, the speed of writing with the brush is slow, and the last sentence is about to be completed: "Fahai Zen Master chanted, and everyone dispersed." Only Xu Xuan is willing to become a monk, worship the Zen master as a teacher, and shave the Leifeng Pagoda as a monk. After practicing for several years, he sat down overnight. The monks buy a niche to burn, build a bone tower, immortal for a thousand years, when they die, there are also eight lines of poetry, left as a warning. ”

"The poem says: The ancestor gave me the red dust, and the iron tree began to bloom and see spring.

Transformation and reincarnation, re-transformation, transformation and regeneration.

If you want to know whether there is color or colorless, you must know that it is invisible but tangible.

The color is the color of the emptiness, and the color of the emptiness should be distinct. ”

I only felt that my right hand was hot and sweaty, and my eyes were fighting up and down, so I washed my hands and face and went to bed.

For this story, Wu Jie is very confident.

Miss Lu San, you watched my story of Wu Jie for free a while ago, okay, if you want to see the ending, let's talk about it first. Next, please enter the charging mode, however, Wu Jie's self-confidence did not last long, and secondly, as soon as he entered the school, he saw Lu Chang, who was full of frustration, returning the manuscript of "The Legend of the White Snake" to Wu Jie: "Messed up." ”

"Why?"

Lu Chang was so anxious that he almost cried: "The female devil is not fooled at all, and she also said that this story is rotten at home, and it makes people's hearts angry." It's okay not to watch the ending, but it makes me depressed. ”

Wu Jie was a little surprised: "No." "To be honest, he still has a lot of faith in this story, and he doesn't know how to offend such legends from ancient times to the present day. The stories that can be preserved in the long river of time and are popular are all classics among the classics.

He flipped through the manuscript, and Lu Shuang wrote a comment at the back of the manuscript as usual.

When Wu Jie saw it, he punched him fiercely as if he were a person, and he hit him so hard that his eyes were full of stars.

(To be continued)