After the meal, Chu Zheng took Ma Xiang and Ma Niu'er back.

When he went back, passing by the vegetable market, Chu Zheng bought seven and a half chickens and prepared to go back to raise them.

Even in this world, he still feels that meat, eggs and milk are indispensable.

"Uncle Chu, shall we go back to eat this chicken?" On the way home, Ma Niu'er looked at the chicken in the cage and swallowed her saliva.

Ma Xiang on the side looked at the chicken, and the hara was about to flow down.

He had forgotten the last time he had eaten chicken.

Chu Zheng was a little speechless and explained: "We have to raise this chicken, and when they lay eggs in the future, we can eat eggs." ”

"Little brother!" Just as Chu Zheng and the three of them were about to enter, one of them stopped him.

Chu Zheng followed the prestige and saw a middle-aged man watching him not far away.

The middle-aged man was thin, dressed in ordinary cloth clothes, with disheveled hair and a shrewd look in his eyes.

In the last few days, Chu Zheng has gotten to know all the neighbors in the neighborhood.

This person's name is Zhang Shan, and he is a tenant in this neighborhood, but the other party is not renting a big yard, but a small house.

Zhang Shan usually makes a living by helping idle, is lazy and lazy, likes to gamble, and is an out-and-out rotten person.

His wife was often beaten and scolded by him at home.

And his son, who is only seven or eight years old, has also become a little scoundrel, usually doing some things in the neighborhood to steal chickens and dogs.

Seeing this person, Chu Zheng instinctively frowned, he was not interested in this kind of rotten person at all, and he didn't like to have anything to do with the other party.

"Little brother, you moved here recently, and we will be neighbors in the future, so we have to be close." Zhang Shan stepped forward and said to Chu Zheng with a smile.

Chu Zheng stared at Zhang Shan, his eyes narrowed.

"My son has recently been infected with a cold, I don't know if you can take a chicken to replenish my son's body, little brother Chu." Zhang Shan rubbed his hands and said with a smile.

Seeing the other party's ruffian, Chu Zheng stared at Zhang Shan with a pair of eyes, and his face did not change in the slightest.

Being stared at by Chu Zheng like this, Zhang Shan felt hairy, as if there were insects crawling on his body.

"Hehe, if you don't give it, forget it." Zhang Shan laughed dryly, turned around and left, but after walking away, there was a low scolding.

Chu Zheng looked at Zhang Shan's back, his brows slowly furrowed.

He understands very well that a person like Zhang Shan is a dog skin plaster, and if he doesn't tear it off with force, it will only stick tighter.

"Maybe you can ask Mayon to ask his cousin to warn this mountain." Chu Zheng thought in his heart.

"Brother Chu, what's wrong?" At this moment, Yu Rong heard a noise outside and opened the door.

"It's nothing, it's just that Zhang Shan wanted to get a chicken from me just now, but I refused." Chu Zheng shook his head and said.

Hearing his words, Yu Rong frowned, "That Zhang Shan is not a good person, Brother Chu, don't deal with him in the future." I'll talk to my boss about this matter and ask him to find his cousin. ”

Chu Zheng nodded, and then entered the courtyard.

At this time, Chu Qingqing had not yet returned from the tailor shop. I heard that Granny Yu from the tailor shop liked her very much and taught her needlework.

Yu's mother-in-law, Chu Zheng, also inquired, and has lived in Qamdo Mansion for more than ten years, and is a very good person who is kind to others.

So, he wasn't too worried.

After entering the courtyard, Chu Zheng saw Ma Yong chopping firewood with an axe.

"Brother Ma is still busy." Chu Zheng smiled at Ma Yong, and he found that every time he saw Ma Yong, he was busy.

"There's no way, I want to eat." Ma Yong stopped what he was doing, shook his head and said, "Now I can still go to Rongshan to chop some firewood, and when it gets colder, it will be much more troublesome to do things." ”

Youngsan is a very large mountain near Chamdo, and many people in Chamdodo Province earn a living in that mountain.

Hearing this, Chu Zheng nodded.

He understands very well how big the cost of living is in this world.

It's not much worse than the pressure of the previous life.

At the same time, he also felt that he should hurry up and write the story of A Chinese Ghost Story.

Now that he is here, he is sitting and eating empty, and he must have financial resources.

Otherwise, it will definitely not work to rely on the money earned by my sister in the tailor shop.

Today's death of the great grandmaster Xun Wudao made Chu Zheng feel a sense of urgency in his heart.

He has a feeling that the taboo of "Forbidden World" has appeared in this world.

If it is true, it means that the world is becoming more and more dangerous.

He must cultivate martial arts and have great strength.

And if you want to cultivate martial arts well, you must earn enough money.

"I don't know what happened to Qingyuanzi and Fengyangzi." Chu Zheng thought of the pair of uncles and nephews.

His current information channels are too closed, and now if he wants to fully confirm whether the taboo really appears in this world, he must also look at the pair of uncles and nephews.

Otherwise, everything can only be based on speculation.

Then, Chu Zheng used some waste wood to make a chicken shed in a corner of the yard.

When he was done, he entered the room. Spread out the paper on the table, sharpen the ink and start writing.

In recent days, he has sorted out the outline of A Chinese Ghost Story, and now it's time to start writing.

As his pen fell, the words A Chinese Ghost Story appeared in front of him.

Then he picked up the pen again, and began to write in the blank space next to him.

"Ning Caichen, a native of Zhejiang, has a generous and upright personality and good conduct...... Chu Zheng put down his pen, and a line of small seals appeared on the paper.

His handwriting is not very good.

He hadn't practiced any calligraphy in his previous life, and his foundation wasn't good either.

Now I can write it, but I still rely on the accumulation of my predecessors.

Chu Zheng drew one stroke at a time, writing extremely seriously.

Ma Yong and Yu Rong also noticed that Chu was writing, so they grabbed Ma Xiang and Ma Niu'er, who wanted to enter the room, and didn't let these two little ones disturb Chu Zheng.

Time passed slowly, and in the evening, Chu Qingqing came back from a busy day's work.

After coming back, she saw a stack of papers next to Chu Zheng and was stunned.

Didn't his brother say that he was going to practice martial arts? How did you start practicing calligraphy? Is it possible to change your mind?

At this time, Chu Zheng also noticed that Chu Qingqing was coming back and stopped his pen and ink.

He stretched his muscles and let out a long exhale.

He looked next to him, and there were close to twenty pieces of paper on the table.

The original version of Nie Xiaoqian has almost 1,000 to 3,000 words, and Chu Zheng has changed some of the plots slightly to make the plot closer to the plot of the movie.

So, I can't stop it all at once, I'm afraid there will be more than 10,000 words.

Chu Zheng estimated that he would have to write two days to finish the manuscript.

"Zheng'er, what are you?" Chu Qingqing walked into the house and asked with some confusion.

"This is a novel I wrote, and I'm going to give it to booksellers for distribution." Chu Zheng paused and said.

"Write a novel?" Chu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, her brows furrowed slightly.

Writing novels is not a serious industry, and in the eyes of some dignitaries, it is a kind of small way.

If her brother wanted to write a novel in the future, she would never agree.

Writing a novel is a dead end!

"Hmm." Chu Zheng nodded, "This novel is what I saw in my dreams, and I thought about writing it out to see if I could make some money." ”

Hearing Chu Zheng say this, Chu Qingqing didn't intend to say anything directly about advice.

Her younger brother is far more stubborn than she imagined, and she must guide her slowly.

Then, she stepped forward and picked up the manuscript.

Seeing the manuscript, Chu Qingqing's eyes lit up.

As an older sister, she naturally knows her brother's calligraphy very well.

Although he hadn't read the content carefully, Chu Qingqing looked at the words that were carefully written one stroke at a time, and felt much more pleasing to the eye than before.

Chu Qingqing felt that even if her brother couldn't write something, she had to support her brother to write it.

Then, Chu Qingqing found the first page of the manuscript and began to read it.

"Ning Caichen, a native of Zhejiang, has a generous and upright personality and good conduct......"

As she read, her attention gradually sank into the world infested with demons.

After a long time, she finished reading all the manuscripts, and looked at Chu Zheng with a pair of shining eyes, "So short?" What else? ”