"Moth, do you like to listen to stories, what kind of stories do you like?" While eating, Wu Jie suddenly looked up and asked.

"What a story, who has the heart to listen to your story." Moth came with a plate of cold cucumbers, the weather was so hot that it hadn't rained for several days.

At this moment, even the third daughter's daughter was sick again, and her whole body was soft and weak, at this moment she was wearing a wet towel on her forehead, holding a bowl of white rice porridge and frowning and drinking it in small sips.

The kitchen work fell on Moth, and she was tired enough after a busy day, covered in sweat.

Listening to Wu Jie's question, he replied a little angrily: "Young master, the moth has been so busy that his feet don't stick to the ground all day." At dawn, I had to get up at dawn to make breakfast, sweep the yard, do laundry, buy groceries, and so on, and the day was over. I don't seem to have time to listen to any stories, and I don't know why I was born. ”

Next to her, Lian Guizhi, the third daughter of Lian Lao, covered her mouth and smiled secretly: "Sister Mozi has worked hard this time." ”

Mozi snorted: "Guizhi, if you really feel sorry for your sister, eat more, get better as soon as possible, and help me." ”

Lian Guizhi smiled again: "Okay, okay, since my sister said so, I'll take another bite." ”

Lian Laosan next to him hurriedly added another spoonful of porridge to his daughter.

Wu Jie had a serious face: "Moth, this is a serious matter, don't make a small surname, I just want to ask, do you like to listen to stories, and what type do you like?" ”

Since he decided to write a letter on behalf of Lu Fatzi, he had to figure out the psychology of women.

Miss Lu is a bookworm and likes to read idle books. Listening to the fat man, his sister-in-law has read almost all the novels in the market in the past few years. Now, it has reached the point where it is impossible to read.

When later generations mention the Ming and Qing dynasties, the first thing that comes to mind is the four famous novels and notebook novels.

After the two peaks of Tang and Song poetry, the Ming and Qing dynasties have been lackluster in poetry. And because of the further economic prosperity and the rise of market culture, the form of popular fiction suddenly exploded. A large number of excellent novels have emerged, such as "Water Margin", "Journey to the West", "Golden Vase Plum" and so on...... Of course, the time and space in which Wu Jie is located, because there are no Tang and Song dynasties, is completely different from the real history.

Books such as "Water Margin" and "Journey to the West" will naturally not appear in this era, and even Mr. Shi Nai'an and Mr. Luo Guanzhong don't know what else is still playing soy sauce there.

If Miss Lu is a man, things will be easy. Just copy a few stories from "Water Margin", such as Wu Song fighting the tiger, or Song Jiang killing pity. There is violence, there is **, fists and pillows have always been men's favorites.

When I get to the most critical place, I will say that I will be early, and if I want to know what will happen next, I will return the book.

Just hook Lu Shuang so much that she doesn't think about it, and she wants to know the final ending in a hurry, and you're afraid that she won't be obedient?

Wu Jie has been considering this plan for an afternoon, and the more he thinks about it, the more feasible he feels.

The only thing I'm worried about is whether Miss Lu likes this kind of pornography and violence?

The answer should be no, right?

In later generations, thanks to the online e-books, the readership was greatly subdivided. There are also big differences in the books read by different readers, such as Xianxia and Fantasy, which male readers like, are pure nonsense for female readers. And what bl or palace fights and house fights that women look at are comparable to the cranes that see blood and seal their throats for men.

Further down, readers have different surnames, social classes, and education levels, and there are corresponding publications to choose from.

It can be seen that there is still a big difference between men and women in terms of reading taste.

Men are from Earth, and women are from Venus.

After coming to the Ming Dynasty, Wu Jietong women, especially intellectual women, basically had no foundation, and there was no way to grasp their tastes. If you write a story and hand it in, not only will you not be able to get the book back, but it will cause unnecessary consequences.

This matter cannot be left unscrupulous.

Seeing Wu Jie's solemn face, Mozi no longer complained, and replied, "Young Master, you asked the wrong person at all." Otherwise, you can ask Guizhi. ”

"Katsura Branch." Wu Jiehu looked at Lian Laosan's daughter suspiciously.

Mozi smiled: "Gui Zhi has been bored in the house for a few days, so she asked her father to take her to the teahouse to listen to books." ”

Lian Lao San was a little embarrassed and scratched his head.

"Oh, that's it, Guizhi, tell me what kind of book you went to the teahouse to listen to, isn't it good?"

Even the third daughter's pale face showed a trace of fear: "Back to Gongzi's words, my father has taken me to listen to the story of "A Ghost in a Cave in the West Mountain" for the past few days, and I have listened to it for three days, and today is finally the finale." Weird and scary. When I think about it now, my heart is still beating unkempt. ”

Wu Jie: "It turned out to be a ghost story, Guizhi, how about that story?" ”

Gui Zhi shrunk his emaciated body: "It's too scary...... However, the story is still very good...... No, Sister Moth, I'll go sleep in your room tonight. ”

Moth: "Look at you, scared like this." If you're afraid, don't listen to it. ”

Gui Zhi: "I also know that this kind of story can't be heard, but the more scared I am, the more I want to know what happened, just like being in a nightmare, the whole person can't help himself, and when he arrives, he wants to go to the teahouse." ”

"There it is!" Wu Jie stood up abruptly, put down his chopsticks, and strode towards the study.

Behind it was the moth's cry: "Young master, you haven't finished your meal yet!" ”

"We'll talk about that later...... Hey, I won't eat it. ”

...... "Horror, suspense. ”

It already has the two main elements of a bestseller, and it would be great if you added a little love between men and women.

Actually, there's no need to make a complicated storyline.

The structure and technique of the novels of the Ming Dynasty were very simple, according to the teacher who taught classics in college, that is: a intestine leads to the end, and the story knows the end as soon as you look at the beginning. The characters are well described, the story is simple and straightforward, and it is easy to read.

Therefore, Wu Jie does not plan to write a story that is too long. It's too long to write, and he doesn't have the patience, and instead of typing on the computer, he just types casually, two or three hundred words a minute, and two hours down is a novella.

So, where to copy a ghost novel?

After thinking about it, Wu Jie felt that there were too many books for him to choose from, "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", "Notes on Reading Wei Caotang", and "Zi Buyu".

However, "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" was first vetoed by Wu Jie. The reason is very simple, not popular enough, the whole book is in classical Chinese, not as straightforward as other novels of the same period, which affects the pleasure of reading.

"Notes on Reading Wei Caotang" and "Zi Bu Silent", it seems that there are no outstanding stories in them.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard the moth shouting outside: "Snake snake, what a big snake, even the third child, come here." ”

Wu Jie was taken aback, got up and picked up a stick, and was about to go out.

I heard the moth's cry of joy: "What a fat black snake, even the third child quickly catches it, and waits to nourish the son's body." ”

Hearing that it was a black snake without a poisonous surname, Wu Jie breathed a sigh of relief, even the third child was there, and there was no need to be afraid of the moth being bitten by the snake.

returned to the desk, but Wu Jie's heart moved, remembering the story of "The Legend of the White Snake".

(To be continued)