On the morning of the second day, Mayon went out early.

According to Yu Rong, the weather has been cold recently, and there is relatively little firewood in the city, so Ma Yong is ready to get some firewood to sell.

On the other side, Yu Rong is also looking for some tailor errands, preparing to sew some clothes at home and sell them.

In this house, Chu Zheng, Chu Qingqing and the two children are relatively idle.

“…… The Monkey King said to himself: It seems that this old immortal will not be found in this Southern Ganbu Continent. So this monkey head set up a bamboo raft, floated to the sea, and then looked for the fairy road......"

Chu Zheng's voice spread in the small courtyard.

"What else? What else? Did the Monkey King find his master behind? ”

"Yes, yes, is he immortal later?"

The two children asked in a chatter next to Chu Zheng.

"Let's talk about this first, and then we'll break it down next time." Chu Zheng smiled and stopped talking, "You first write out the thirteen words of the Monkey King Monkey King Monkey King in the Huaguo Mountain Water Curtain Cave, recognize it, and then we will continue." ”

As he spoke, he used a stick to write on the ground the thirteen words 'Huaguo Mountain Water Curtain Cave Monkey King Monkey King'.

Hearing Chu Zheng's words, Ma Niu'er and Ma Xiang immediately showed bitter expressions.

"Uncle Chu, can you talk about it again. I'll definitely write it when you're done. Ma Xiang took Chu Zheng's hand and pleaded.

Ma Niu'er on the side also looked at Chu Zheng with blank eyes.

Not far away, Chu Qingqing's eyes in the sun also floated over from time to time.

"Nope." Chu Zheng shook his head, "Whatever I said before, I will do it." ”

After speaking, he lay down on the chair and watched "The Book of Flying Flowers".

Today, when he had nothing to do, he began to teach the two children to learn calligraphy.

It's just that maybe he doesn't have any teaching talent, and the two children are a little drowsy when they listen to his lectures.

So he had a whim and told the story of "Journey to the West", but it turned out to arouse the interest of the two children.

"Maybe, I can write Journey to the West to make some money?" Chu Zheng looked at the Flying Flower Sutra and thought in his heart.

Now he has settled in Chamdo, but he still has no livelihood.

He'd have to find some money-making stoves.

But soon, Chu Zheng put the idea of writing Journey to the West behind him.

In this world, there are some top-level martial arts sects, among which there are several Taoist sects and Buddhist sects.

If you go to write this "Journey to the West", if you accidentally anger any of them, you are afraid that an ordinary person will be frustrated.

"Journey to the West can't be written, Water Margin, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the force value is too different from this world, unless I write a book of Gaowu Water Margin and Gaowu Romance of the Three Kingdoms, otherwise, it will be difficult to get an audience." Chu Zheng thought silently in his heart.

"It seems that only Dream of Red Mansions can be written now."

Thinking of this, Chu Zheng smacked his lips.

However, he hasn't watched Dream of Red Mansions much, and he hasn't even watched the TV series.

What is this written on? Take the head to write?

Chu Zheng shook his head.

Since the four famous novels are not good, he may be able to change some other ideas.

For example, if you write a short story about the previous case, you may be able to sell it for a fortune.

Today, when he was shopping for groceries in the morning, he heard a lot of discussions about the case.

Take advantage of this wave of popularity, you may be able to make a profit.

But soon, Chu Zheng suppressed this thought again.

In some cases, the yamen don't like to make noise, and if they write it themselves, it is very likely that they will have a bad relationship with the people of the yamen.

The relationship with Xu Rong was good before, and I am afraid that there will be problems.

With that in mind, he thought of some ghost stories.

"Just get a Chinese ghost story." Chu Zheng thought in his heart.

In his previous life, he had watched Liao Zhai Zhiwei, and he had also seen several versions of A Chinese Ghost Story, and it was not difficult to make a short story according to the general outline.

"Sister, I'll go out." Chu Zheng got up and said to Chu Qingqing on the side.

"Well, there you go." At this time, Chu Qingqing's cold had improved a lot, and he didn't cough much.

Yesterday, the banana leaves really helped with the wind chill.

After getting his sister's promise, Chu Zheng stuffed the Flying Flower Sutra into his chest and walked outside.

He was going to buy some pen, ink, paper, and inkstones and write a short story to write out.

In addition to this, he is also going to buy some books on swordsmanship.

Compared to his talent in martial arts, his talent in swordsmanship is a bit ridiculously strong.

If he can obtain a sword spectrum, it is very likely that his strength will be further enhanced.

Of course, if there is any martial arts hall or something like this, Chu Zheng also wants to see if he can apprentice.

After all, it's always better to be taught by someone who is careful than what you learn on paper.

After going out, Chu Zheng entered a bookstore and purchased a set of ordinary pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

It cost three hundred and twenty dollars.

"Boss, can you publish a book here?" When Chu Zheng was checking out, he asked the bookstore owner.

Hearing his inquiry, the bookstore owner was slightly stunned, "This son, you want to publish a book?" ”

"Hmm." Chu Zheng nodded, "I'm going to write a short story recently, I don't know if I can get out here?" ”

When the bookstore owner heard this, he hesitated.

The other party is just a young man, and in terms of experience, he must be relatively weak.

How can such a person write a good novel?

Seeing this, he was ready to refuse.

"It's better to be like this, shopkeeper, I wrote a book, how about giving you a look." Chu Zheng saw the look of the bookstore owner, and he didn't know the other party's thoughts.

"That's fine." The bookstore owner nodded.

Although he is not optimistic about the other party, after all, the other party is a customer who has just bought something, so it is not good to say anything hurtful.

He estimated in his heart that the other party might have the idea of writing a novel, but he might not be able to write a novel in a few years. Head on.

"By the way, shopkeeper, is there a martial arts hall around here?" At this time, Chu Zheng suddenly thought of something and asked the owner of the bookstore.

Hearing his inquiry, the bookstore owner's face became even more strange.

This young man really wants to do one thing and do another. I want to write novels, and I want to practice martial arts.

He has seen a lot of this kind of person, and he will inevitably be a mediocre person in the future.

"There is a martial arts gym in the east and west of the city, and some martial arts will be taught. However, they only accept people under the age of 10. The bookstore owner shook his head and said.

Hearing the words of the shop owner, Chu Zheng was slightly stunned.

He didn't understand what was going on with these martial arts halls, and they even limited the consumer crowd.

Isn't that a lack of money?

As if he saw Chu Zheng's thoughts, the bookstore owner explained: "A person's age, once he is past ten years old, after martial arts, it is difficult to make any achievements, and practicing martial arts is half the effort." So even if those people go to practice martial arts, it won't be long before they quit. Over time, the martial arts hall has a tradition of not recruiting people over the age of 10. ”

Hearing the bookstore owner say this, Chu Zheng smiled bitterly in his heart.

It seems that in this world, it has become a consensus that you can't make achievements in martial arts when you are old.

In this way, it also reminded him of the scene where he practiced the Flying Flower Sutra yesterday, and the aura did not enter the body at all.

This is really something that makes ordinary people desperate.