After Jiang Yulou determined the content of the first novel, he suddenly found that he didn't know how to write.

He had stories, and he had ideas, but how to turn these things into words made him difficult. That's when he realized that writing, especially writing novels, was completely different from writing essays when he was in school.

He racked his brains to write the beginning and even felt red when he read it himself, let alone submit it.

How to put it, it's too dry.

The plot has no waves, and the characters are not distinct, and he himself finds it boring to read.

Write it down like this, and it will definitely fail.

In addition to the lack of pen power, the lack of material is also one of the reasons.

Write down Chen Zhongshi's original text word for word?

Definitely not, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't, he didn't have the ability to remember.

To be able to memorize the original text is already blessed by God.

But fortunately, there are many old people in the village, as long as he is willing to ask, the old people are still willing to tell him those legendary stories handed down from the Qing Dynasty.

When the time comes, he is confident that he will be able to write a short story no less than the original one.

After having a clear goal and a feasible method, Jiang Yulou's heart finally settled. Next, what he has to do is to collect enough stories about Li Fanggui to use as the writing material for his first novel in addition to studying and doing farm work.

At the same time, it is necessary to borrow some novels from schools and county libraries.

In order to enrich their knowledge, it can be regarded as keeping up with the times.

In the next half a month, Jiang Yulou's life suddenly became more regular.

In the morning, he used to read novels borrowed from the library, and after school at noon, he would go home on time to do farm work, and then he would find time to ask the village elders about Li Fanggui's story.

Jiang Yulou has a sweet mouth, is polite, and is a scholar, the old man in the village is so happy that he empties his stomach and tells him all the inventory inside.

Whenever Jiang Yulou heard a new story, whether it was useful or not, he would take out his notebook and pen and record the story carefully.

When it gets dark, he reluctantly returns home, eats something like a date, and locks himself in the house.

In his room, he would transcribe today's harvest one by one in another notebook. Then, according to the outline in your head, simply make a story line and fill it with the stories that you can use.

This change in Jiang Yulou was obvious, and his classmates who had a good relationship with the school, as well as his father and brother, noticed it.

The classmates who had a good relationship with him felt that Jiang Yulou had become a lot more silent, and he was absent-minded at school every day.

As for Jiang Yulou's parents and brother, they are also very worried about his situation.

The child has become well-behaved and is no longer ambitious, which is a good thing. But the change is too big, and they are a little worried.

Don't you make a fuss at school or be bullied?

Their old Jiang family has done their duty for several generations, and they have never made trouble. Although he is an honest person, he doesn't want his children to be bullied.

On this day, Jiang Yulou finished collecting style, and when he arrived at the door of the house, he saw his father Jiang Jianguo squatting on the threshold and smoking.

Jiang Jianguo, a typical old farmer in Shaanxi, wears a white turban on his head, his face is black and yellow, and his mouth is as if he has been cut by the wind.

His figure is thin and thin, but his strength is definitely not small.

After all, he has been doing farm work for decades, and he is different from the city people who are not diligent in their limbs.

Jiang Yulou walked to the door and asked strangely, "Dad, it's so late, why are you still smoking at the door?" ”

Jiang Jianguo raised his head, frowned, and squeaked a few puffs of the cigarette pouch pot, "Lou Wa, don't hold it in your heart if you have any problems, even if you encounter any problems, you can't solve them, and your brother, and your father and me." ”

On that old and wrinkled face, it is not difficult to see the worry about the younger son.

"Dad, what problems I can encounter, and you don't know what I do every day. Every day, in addition to going to school, I do farm work at home...... How could you think that? Jiang Yulou looked at his father in confusion.

He thinks he's been normal lately, but why does his father think there's something on his mind?

Jiang Jianguo extinguished his cigarette, picked his toes with his fingers, and then asked cautiously: "You locked yourself in your room when you went home and ate these days, and you shouldn't be called." Your brother and I are worried. Baby, if there is any difficulty, just say it, although Dad has no ability, but as long as he can help my baby, it is absolutely unambiguous. ”

Jiang Yulou's nose was slightly sour, when he left school in his previous life and wanted to go out, his father was like this.

He sorted out his thoughts, hesitated slightly, and still expressed his idea that he wanted to write a novel and submit "Contemporary" to earn remuneration to subsidize his family.

Hearing Jiang Yulou's thoughts, Jiang Jianguo was stunned.

He didn't expect his youngest son to have such a bold idea.

He stammered: "My baby, my baby is going to be a writer?" ”

Writer, he's been a farmer all his life, but his son wants to be a writer?

Their old Jiang family is going to have a real cultural person?

Jiang Jianguo was so excited that he couldn't speak.

A good thing, a great thing!

Jiang Yulou's face turned red, and he said embarrassedly: "I have this idea." I wrote an outline myself, and now I'm looking for the village elders to enrich my writing material. I won't write until I'm ready. ”

He doesn't dare to compare himself to a writer now, and of course, if he succeeds in submitting his manuscript, no one will object to calling himself a writer.

So, he added: "Of course, even if I write a novel, I don't dare to say that other magazines can accept my submission, and it is very likely that I will not pass the review." ”

At this time, Jiang Jianguo couldn't hear what his youngest son was saying at all.

Does it matter what submissions don't pass?

Unimportant!

His youngest son is out of the picture, and he is going to be a great writer, in ancient times, he was a character like a literary qu star!

Jiang Jianguo, who didn't have any ink in his stomach, held it for a long time, and a sentence came out of his mouth: "Ancestor bless!" ”

That is, the old Jiang family does not have an ancestral hall, otherwise such a big thing will definitely burn incense to worship the ancestors.

Jiang Yulou saw that his father didn't react for a long time, and his stomach was already rumbling with hunger, so he didn't stand at the door with him, but entered the house, found the dinner left by his mother, and after gobbling it up, he talked to his mother for a while, and then slipped into the house to continue struggling.

A good memory is better than a bad pen, and whatever thoughts in your heart must be written down in time, maybe you can use it in a novel.

I don't know what time it is, Jiang Yulou only felt that he was so panicked that he couldn't sit still anymore. He finally put down his pen and prepared to take a beautiful pee and come back to continue writing.

When passing by his brother Jiang Yuanchao's room, he noticed that the voices of his father and brother came faintly from the room.

He didn't care, and was about to leave when he heard his father mention himself.

So he stood curiously by the door and attached his ear to it.

Then, he heard something like this.

"Lou Wa wants to be a great writer, not only can't drag him down, but also support him."

"Dad, Xiaolou is the hope of our family, and you can support whatever you say."

"Otherwise, Lou Wa won't be allowed to do farm work in the future, let's do more work for the father and son, and let Lou Wa concentrate on writing......"

“…… Okay, isn't it just farm work, Dad, you still do your ones, and I did the ones in Xiaolou for him. ”

"Son......

"Dad, needless to say, I'm young and energetic."

"Alas, thank you for your hard work."

"I'm used to all the hard work. Besides, Xiaolou is also for us. ”

"The food aspect ......"

"Xiao Lou is using his brain, give him a little more money to buy white flour steamed buns to eat. If there is meat and vegetables in the school, don't be stingy. ”

"The ...... of the family's debts"

"Don't worry, I'll find a way, no matter how hard it is, I can get by."

Retracting his ears, Jiang Yulou's expression was complicated.

After going to the bathroom, he went back to his room, thinking about the conversation he had just heard between his father and his brother.

They have given enough for themselves.

But what can I do for them now?

What if the submission is not approved?

There has to be an alternative.

Jiang Yulou frowned, and wrote down the thoughts in his heart that he could make some money temporarily in an emergency.

These ideas are all feasible cases.

Some of them he talked about when he was chatting with others, and some of them he had seen in the news of later generations.

After thinking about it for half a night and writing several pieces of paper, he fell into a deep sleep.