Hurriedly looking at Zhao Yu in the hollow window, Hu Lao said with four eyes:

"Zhao Xiaogongzi, why are there only two stories?"

"I have a lot of study, I only have time to write these two, you can make do with it first, and then come back in two days to get it!"

Zhao Yu waved his hand casually.

Of course, Zhao Yu has not only written so much in the past two days, mainly because he doesn't want to get too much silver at one time.

After all, he lives in a private school now, where is the too much money?

It's not safe to put in the dormitory, and it's not appropriate to carry it on your body, so let's talk about it for a while!

"Two articles are just two articles, but please write the following as soon as possible!"

Seeing that Zhao Yu was out of stock, Hu Laosi gritted his teeth and nodded, anyway, two articles can solve the urgent need, and he doesn't need to be too anxious, but in the end, he couldn't help but urge.

Zhao Yu nodded, and then looked at Hu Laosi with a smile.

Hu Laosi understood, and after smiling, his right hand reached into his arms.

When he came out again, he clenched his fist and reached into the hollow window and stretched out to Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu didn't get up, his hands were short, he pinched the book and handed it over.

Then, Hu Lao opened his hands and put a few silver beans on the book.

It's just that Zhao Yu took back the book and looked at it, but saw that there were five silver beans on the book.

"Five hundred wen? Two hundred articles for a story, did Mr. Han give more? ”

With a slight gaze, Zhao Yu looked at Hu Laosi hesitantly.

Hu Laosi smiled with a smile:

"Not much, no more, this is the urgent fee given by the little old man, and I also ask Zhao Xiaogongzi to write the following story as soon as possible, and try to give the little old man two more articles next time!"

"Tsk, that's easy to say!"

Zhao Yu smacked his lips and put away the silver beans with a smile.

Although Zhao Yu said to Hu Laosi that he would not increase the price, it is another thing for Hu Laosi to take the initiative to give more, and Zhao Yu will naturally not be polite.

However, Zhao Yu can also see from this that the story of Liao Zhai is indeed very popular in the city, otherwise Hu Laosi, who is so tightly attached to silver, would not have urged him more!

And Hu Laosi, after collecting the story, he was anxious in his heart, turned around and left, but was stopped by Zhao Yu again.

"Zhao Xiaogongzi still has something to do?"

Hu Laosi stopped and looked at Zhao Yu with blank eyes.

Zhao Yu's little face gradually became stiff, and he said seriously:

"Mr. Hu, there is something we have to talk about first! I don't want a third person to know about your story! ”

"Of course! The little old man didn't want people to know about it even more than Zhao Xiaogongzi! ”

Hu Laosi was more serious than Zhao Yu, and after nodding, he turned around and walked away.

Looking at Hu Laosi's disappearing figure, Zhao Yu did not doubt that he had him, he was now Hu Laosi's God of Wealth, Hu Laosi would be really stupid if he said it!

Earned another 500 wen!

The corners of Zhao Yu's mouth turned up, patted the book in his hand, hummed a minor tune and stood up, ready to go back to the dormitory.

It's just that as soon as he turned around, Zhao Yu's voice stopped, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

But he saw that there was a small figure standing under the sunset behind him, looking at him with a smile.

This little person is Jiang Ruotong!

"There's a third person who knows!"

Seeing that Zhao Yu had discovered her, Jiang Ruotong's slightly baby-fat little goose egg face was full of smiles, stretched out her little jade finger, and pointed to her little qiong's nose.

Seeing this, Zhao Yu's eyes were full of doubts:

"Jiang Ruotong, what do you mean? What third person? ”

"Humph!"

Seeing that Zhao Yu was still pretending, Jiang Ruotong's pretty face sank and shouted:

"Zhao Yu, are we friends?"

"Count... Sort of! ”

Zhao Yu nodded stunned.

"If so, why don't you tell me a new story? I also got Hu Laosi's hot story from Fulu Teahouse to show you, but I didn't expect Hu Laosi's story to come from you! ”

Jiang Ruotong was furious, ran to Zhao Yu as he spoke, and then took out a few pages from his sleeve and slapped them on Zhao Yu's hand.

Zhao Yu opened the paper and looked at it, but saw that it was full of small characters of Juanxiu, which was Jiang Ruotong's handwriting.

And the content in it is also the two stories he gave to Hu Laosi two days ago.

It's just that Jiang Ruotong got it to show him!

"This ...... Did you see everything just now? ”

Pinching the paper in his hand, Zhao Yu was moved in his heart, but he looked at Jiang Ruotong embarrassedly.

"Of course!"

Jiang Ruotong raised his chin, but quickly put the unhappiness just now, pulled Zhao Yu's sleeve, and said excitedly:

"Zhao Yu, you don't know, the two stories told by Hu Laosi are novel and good, many people in the city are vying to listen to them, but I didn't expect you to write them, where did you get the story? Is there a lot more to come? I just saw that Hu Laosi took two more articles! ”

"That's right, I wrote it, this is all told to me by the old gentleman of our village, and there are many more later!"

Zhao Yu didn't hide it anymore and nodded happily, but where the story came from must not tell the truth.

When Jiang Ruotong heard this, he immediately jumped up excitedly:

"Great, great! Zhao Yu, hurry up, give me all the stories behind! ”

I couldn't wait, and as he spoke, Jiang Ruotong stretched out his little hand towards Zhao Yu, and his big eyes shone with expectation.

However, Zhao Yu shook his head:

"I haven't finished writing yet, I can't give it all to you! If you want to read it, I'll write it later, and you can read it, don't worry! ”

"Hurry, hurry! Of course in a hurry! ”

Jiang Ruotong suddenly jumped to his feet and said eagerly:

"Zhao Yu, you don't know, my father is going to take me back to Beijing tomorrow, I'm here to say goodbye to you, if you don't give me the story now, I won't be able to read the rest of it......"

In the end, Jiang Ruotong's voice brought out the crying tone, his eyes were instantly moist, and tears were rolling in his eyes.

When Zhao Yu heard this, he was also stunned.

There was silence.

At sunset, the two little people looked at each other.

One is silent, the other is crying.

The orange-red light shone on the two of them, filling them with the sadness of the setting sun, and also leaving two long lonely shadows on the ground.

Until a while.

"There's no way, I only have these stories left on me now, you can take them and read them!"

Zhao Yu suddenly shrugged his shoulders easily, took out several pieces of paper from his arms, and handed them to Jiang Ruotong.

Jiang Ruotong snorted, quickly wiped the tears from his eyes, snatched the paper in Zhao Yu's hand, and looked at it quickly.

While watching, Jiang Ruotong gradually became fascinated, and his face was also sunny after the rain, revealing excitement.

After reading it, Jiang Ruotong seemed to have regained her intelligence, raised the stack of papers in her hand, and said excitedly:

"Zhao Yu, I thought of it, I thought of a good way! You can write the rest of the story and send it to me in the capital so I can continue reading! ”

"Sent to you?"

Zhao Yu was stunned again.

"Yes, send it to me! My father will write a letter to Master Han every once in a while, and I will tell Master Han about the story you have written, and I will tell Master Han about it! Now, you go and write me as many stories as you can, and bring them back to me! ”

Jiang Ruotong's eyes flashed, and he looked very excited, and after finishing speaking, he hurriedly pushed Zhao Yu in the direction of the dormitory.

Zhao Yu was full of black lines, he just told Hu Laosi not to let the third person know, now not only Jiang Ruotong knows, but Han Liru may not be able to hide it!

However, Zhao Yu thought of Jiang Ruotong's goodness, and he didn't want to refuse Jiang Ruotong when he left, so he ran to the dormitory and wrote, while Jiang Ruotong watched from the sidelines.

The time leading up to parting is always short.

There is no night fight.

When it was dark, Jiang Ruotong was taken away by the maids and guards.

left with her, as well as seven or eight stories written by Zhao Yu in a hurry.