In the past few days, Ji Changze has been taking care of his home while writing manuscripts, waiting for the newspaper brother to come.
Jifu Ji's mother saw the eldest son who was once arrogant and not obedient to his parents, after experiencing this incident, he was much calmer. Although the family was down, Nagasawa was more sensible than before. Not only knew that he was filial to his parents, but also that he was considerate to his wife, and he was dirty He didn't let Qiao wish to do any work, and even served the decoction for the old man himself.
They thought to themselves, this is a blessing in disguise.
Although the family is no better than before, after experiencing this disaster, the family's feelings are much better than before.
Ji's mother is satisfied, but Ji's father is still a little worried.
Although Nagasawa is more sensible than before, he was spoiled to grow up, and he still couldn't stand alone. Didn't Nagasawa really know what to do without seeing the person from Mr. Ji before?
It was also because he was lucky that he drove people away by mistake, but this time, what about next time?
Nagasawa had been raised before and knew nothing about the world, so Father Ji was not at all assured that he was alone.
Because of this worry, he was much more active in taking medicine during this period of time. Although he still has no strength, he still works hard to sit up and move his hands and feet. With motivation, he is better than before. It is really true. Let him slowly become energetic.
The brother Ji Changze who worked in the newspaper returned to the city to get the news. When he rushed to the city, he was full of sadness and worry. He imagined the teacher lingering on the sick bed and coughing and dying. He didn't expect to be led to Ji's father's room, but he saw him. Sitting on the edge of the bed with a serious face, holding two bricks in one hand.
Looking at the face of Ji's father again, although it can't be said to be more ruddy and beautiful, it is definitely not a disease.
The sorrow and worry in his heart choked at once:
"...teacher?"
Hearing this uncertain claim, Father Ji turned to look at the door, and saw that it was his student, and smiled: "Why are you here? Look like this, did you just come back from work?"
Seeing Father Ji talked and laughed as usual, and his expression was not sorrowful, he relaxed, sat on the bedside and said, "I'll see you."
This student is called Liu Qingru, and he is considered to be less engaged in literary career among Ji's students, because he lives in a city with Ji's father, and he comes to Ji's house the most times. Before, he entered the newspaper office, and Ji's father helped him find someone for him. Relationship.
Now he has a low status in the newspaper. As soon as he heard that the teacher had an accident, didn't he hurried over?
Unlike students who are full of worries, Father Ji is the old god.
He said a few words to the students, calmed them down, and asked him to write to some of his seniors who were in business.
After finishing speaking, I looked up and saw the eldest son looking outside. He smiled again and said; "Nagaze said during this period that he wrote something and wanted to send it out. I thought he was also detained by me in the yard. It's boring. You can check it out later. If you think it's good, please send it to him. If you think it's not good, don't coax him on my face, just just say it."
Liu Qingru nodded in response, then looked back at Ji Changze, and sighed: "After a few months, Changze looked a little more stable than before. He didn't like to write articles before."
Speaking of the eldest son, the smile on Father Ji's face never fell: "Since the family accident, he has stood up. He has been thinking about ways before, and now he found that the family has become like this, and he is thinking about making money to support the family. Knowing where he heard about writing articles can make money. I write every day. Although I know his literary talent is not good, I am satisfied if I know that he has this heart."
Liu Qingru knows that this junior is more than a literary talent. Since childhood, he didn't like to study, and now he can write things down, which shows that he really wants to support his family.
Of course, he must not be able to tell the teacher like this, so he still boasted: "Changze didn't put his mind on it before, but it was taught by the teacher. Now he is willing to study hard, and in time, he will definitely be able to do something. achievement."
Liu Qingru knew that this was a compliment, and Ji's father also knew that the students wanted to make him happy, smiled and raised two bricks, and said while exercising, "It's fine if you lie to me, don't follow it like this. Nagasawa said, otherwise, what should he do if he believes it to be true? You will take a look at his manuscripts and take them if they feel good. If you don't think it will work, don't just because I don't tell him, young people, you still have to be more frustrated."
Liu Qingru agreed, but in the bottom of his heart he thought that no matter what the junior brother wrote, even if he writes a tuoxiang, he will take it away.
The teacher has always refused to accept their money, but it was forgotten before, but now the teacher has a problem at home, how he has to help.
Thinking about this, Liu Qingru chatted with Father Ji a few more words before going out, and Ji Changze really took the manuscript to him.
Before he saw it, his mentality was like "No matter what the junior brother writes, I have to praise it." As a result, when he saw it in, he completely forgot what he was thinking before.
Ji Changze wrote a novel about Xiuxian.
It is about a poor boy who set foot on the fairyland by accident.
What's new is that this poor boy is a native of the Republic of China. Ji Changze used the first-person pronoun and his name was "Memoirs of Xiu Xian".
In other words, this is a story about a poor boy who cultivated immortals in the Republic of China. Although it was fabricated, Ji Changze's true background makes it easy for people to look at it and believe that the "I" in this book is real. This is not a novel, but a real memoir.
When Ji Changze wrote this book, he didn't think about his feelings. He just went for the money, so the more people you want to write, the better, and the more people like it, the better. Naturally, the feeling of coolness is sufficient.
Liu Qingru couldn't help but immerse himself in it until he saw the last page. This is not a real memoir. It's just a novel written by his younger brother to make money. Although he thinks so rationally, he still has something in his heart. Feeling dazed, he put down the manuscript in his hand rather reluctantly, and asked Ji Changze: "Changze, is this really written by you?"
Ji Changze looked extremely proud: "Of course it is me, brother, what do you think of my writing, can you send it out to sell you money?"
Liu Qingru's eyes when looking at the younger brother were extremely complicated.
How should I put it, I thought my younger brother was a silly bag. After all, he knew exactly what Changze was like before. He had never studied well before. As a result, he started to write this seriously because of his family background. Just wrote such a good manuscript.
Liu Qingru himself controls the submission of the manuscript, and can clearly distinguish whether the manuscript is popular or not. He is immersed in the manuscript written by Ji Changze. After reading it, he reluctantly wants to read the next chapter. , It must be welcome.
At the same time, because he has read too many manuscripts, he has a better understanding of how difficult it is to reach Ji Changze's level.
You must know that this is not a descendant of all members of the school. Nowadays, most people in China cannot read characters, and many people can write good articles when they can read characters, but it is difficult to write articles that most people like. .
This is the first time Ji Changze can write a manuscript. It is impossible to say that he is not a talented player.
Liu Qingru was a little excited and happy to discover that his own straw bag junior was still a good seedling. On the one hand, he was for the teacher, but he knew very well how much money could be made if the novel was written. Now Ji Changze writes it so well, the financial crisis of the teacher's family Wouldn't it be lifted?
On the other hand, it is also for himself. If the novels written by Changze can explode, their newspapers will naturally follow the sales wave, and he, the person who unearths Changze, will naturally have a higher position in the newspaper. .
The more he thought about it, the more excited Liu Qingru put away the manuscript, and then asked Ji Changze: "Changze, what pen name do you use to post it? Can you think about it?"
People nowadays basically use vests to post such articles. Ji Changze also knows that he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and handed it over.
"This is the pseudonym I prepared. I don't know which one to choose for a long time. Should I choose one for me?"
Liu Qingru looked at the piece of paper in front of him on which at least one hundred names were written: "...you prepared it quite adequately."
Ji Changze waved his hand: "I plan to use these pen names."
Liu Qingru: "..."
He looked at the one hundred names in his hand, and almost threw the piece of paper on the ground without shaking his hands: "All planning to use? So many?"
Ji Changze also has a reason.
It's messy now. He can easily become a target with just one pen name. It's better to write a little more different things. If any pen name offends someone, just abandon the number and run away.
What is said in that sentence, if you want to float in the arena, you must have a vest.
This is Ji Changze, his brain is fast, he can write about ages and children, and he can withstand a little more vest.
Liu Qingru was stunned when he heard the great idea of Junior Brother.
Is this a bit more?
People can get seven or eight pen names at most, but he is good, about a hundred.
But at this moment, Liu Qingru is not very familiar with Ji Changze's hand speed. He only thought that his younger brother had never been in contact with writing before. This was a whimsical thing. He thought that when the younger brother wrote more, he would know that writing is not easy. You should be cautious when opening a new vest and bow your head. I clicked a name with a dear friend.
"How about Shenze?"
Needless to say Ze, Shen is Liu Qingru thinking that his younger brother only knew how to make fun before, and now he started working hard when something happened at home, hoping that he can always maintain such a good quality.
Ji Changze liked all of his 100 names, and nodded when he heard them; "Then use Shenze if you listen to your brother."
After talking about a conversation, Liu Qingru's excitement has not yet calmed down. Of course, it does not rule out that most of the excitement was triggered by entering the protagonist in the age of reading the manuscript.
He couldn't help it, and went back to Ji's house again, exclaiming Ji Changze in front of Ji with an expression of excitement.
Teacher, don't you know that his talent is too high.
The manuscripts he wrote are really beautiful, I think he can be hot, he must be hot!
Before, you said that the younger brother is not good at studying and there is no literary talent. Now it seems that the younger brother is obviously talented in writing novels.
In short, the east and west are all blowing.
What makes Liu Qingru admire is that no matter what he blows up, Father Ji can always look as usual and calm, without any surprise fluctuations on his face.
He immediately fell into his brain tonic.
Does the teacher already know the abilities of the junior brother? ! How else could it be such an unsurprising expression?
No wonder, he said that the teacher has such an ability, how could it be possible to teach the younger brother into a dude.
Worthy of being a teacher.
But just as he was thinking about it, Ji's father sighed in his heart.
The child said that he should not open the back door to Changze because of his face, but Liu Qingru not only opened it, but also boasted about Changze in order to relieve him of the teacher's heart.
Hey, what if he praised Changze to heaven.
Zhizi Moruofu, doesn't he still know what Changze is?
Liu Qingru "think clearly" over there. Seeing that the teacher was so calm, he was too embarrassed to make a fuss about it. He quickly closed the expression on his face and calmed down.
Seeing him like this, Ji's father confirmed his guess.
If Nagasawa is really as powerful as he boasted, can the students calm down so quickly?
Oh, forget it, it's the student's intentions, or don't expose it.
Liu Qingru also sighed.
The teacher is worthy of being a teacher, he still has to learn more.
#127-Chapter 127
After Liu Qingru went back, he arranged to cut off the most attractive part of the manuscript given to him by Ji Changze and put it in the Rou'an Daily where he was working.
Originally there were people in the newspaper who questioned. Liu Qingru didn't have any idea of slapping his face. Whoever questioned him would show the manuscript to others. After reading it, he would naturally stop talking.
After having been in the newspaper for so long, Liu Qingru's praise of Ji Changze was naturally not because "Teacher Son Filter" published this "Memoirs of Xiu Xian", he was full of confidence.
Soon, "Memoirs of Xiu Xian" began to "serialize".
It is not uncommon to attach a novel to the back of a newspaper nowadays. What is rare is that the author of the novel attached today is a person who has never appeared before.
The third son of an old medical clinic like his father likes to read Rou'an Daily, but his father likes to read all kinds of things above, and every time he reads the following novels.
Today's newspaper is still the case that his father first read the positive things and put it down with satisfaction before he picked up the newspaper.
The youngest brother in the family had been waiting a long time ago, and when he saw him picking up the newspaper, he leaned in and said crookedly: "Brother, read it to me when you read it, right?"
The youngest brother just started studying, and he doesn't recognize many words. He is also used to being entangled in reading a novel every time he reads a novel. He waits until he finishes reading this youngest brother to show off to his classmates. I still love to be a member of the show off, but his brother's dignity did not show him, but rather nodded rather reservedly, and said: "Then you don't want to make a noise to affect me, but don't be like Like last time, bluffing doesn't make sense."
"No third brother, I promise I won't make any sound."
He was satisfied now, and sitting behind the table, the head doctor of this family frowned slightly as he listened to the conversation between the brothers.
The old doctor doesn't like reading novels by children at home. He doesn't think it is a serious thing. Although there is no need to read the Four Books and Five Classics now, it is better to read medical books than these novels.
He couldn't bear it. When he wanted to open his mouth to reprimand the two brothers, the third son over there had already begun to recite.
"Why do you want to publish this article in Rou'an Daily? Because I am from Rou'an. I was born in an ordinary family. I can't remember things when I was a child. I only remember that there were seven younger brothers and sisters in the family. It was probably a famine at that time. Every day at home, there was only the cry of being hungry. The younger brothers and sisters were crying loudly at first, but then their voices became smaller and smaller. One day, the second brother and the seventh sister disappeared, and another day The third and fourth brothers were nowhere to be seen. I asked my father and mother that they looked pale and only told me that the younger siblings don't have to go hungry.
Until one day, I dug out the bark and came back. I took care of it all the way. I kept swallowing my saliva for fear that I could not help eating it. I just wanted to send it to the mother who just gave birth to my sister so that she could I had milk to feed my sister. As soon as I went back, I saw my little sister who had never eaten enough since birth, with a pale face, was carried out of the house by my father, found a land, dug a pit and buried it, and didn't make a grave. I moved a big rock and pressed it up, and there were five big rocks lined up next to the big rock that was just moved up. I only knew that they were dead. I didn't know at that time, but now I am. He will embark on an immortal road..."
The beginning of this immediately attracted the old doctor, digging the roots of the tree, starving the child, digging holes to bury the child and putting stones on it. These slightly older people know it is true.
At that time, too many people starved to death. As a doctor, the old doctor clearly remembered how many people asked for his own life.
When he heard this, he couldn't help but was replaced in his heart, and he felt that this was a real thing, and when he heard the immortality behind, he was immediately stunned.
"Im not dead? What is not to die? People can still have immortality?"
The third son was frightened by the old doctor's voice. He also knew that his father didn't want to see him reading a novel, so he stopped and looked at the old doctor dumbfounded.
Seeing this, the old doctor was anxious: "Look at what I am doing, and then read."
The third son hurriedly continued reading.
Ji Changze wrote this memoir of cultivating immortals, the whole chapter is taking advantage of the first-person pronouns and the know-how of having Ji's father around him. At this time, there is no information explosion like later generations. A lot of people's stories are hearsay, or they just read it in the newspaper. They don't know if they don't appear in the newspaper.
However, the "I" described by Ji Changze unintentionally set foot on the path of spiritual practice, and has been wandering around in the southeast, northwest and northwest. He wrote a lot of things that really happened in reality, and described in detail the "me" when things happened. What did the mentality and "I" do.
For example, last year, there were thunderstorms in the east, and the sky was full of thunder and lightning for many consecutive days. At this time, there was not much awareness of lightning protection, and many people were killed in the newspapers.
Ji Changze wrote in the novel, "I" just embarked on the path of spiritual practice, because without the guidance of the master, I can only rely on myself, only a little bit of exploration. One day, I feel that I will break through. It coincides with a thunderstorm. These thunderstorms are coming to mortals. He said that it was dangerous, but it was a help for him as a practitioner. He plunged in and made a good breakthrough. He waited until Tian Qing to leave contentedly. Before leaving, in order to be grateful to God, he made a slap on the ground with his strength, hoping If there is a monk like him coming to this place in the future, he can have some insights.
There are slap prints, but the slap prints were split by thunder and resembled slaps. There were almost ten people standing on the same size, and they had also been in the newspaper.
Ji Changze wrote this way, making it as if the slap print was really taken by "I". At least many people who read novels are excited about it.
This is also a move that Ji Changze sheds light on.
In later generations, there is a term called hype, and it is generally the hype of male and female celebrities to attract heat.
And Ji Changze is amazing.
He is also hyping, but he is frying with the thunder and lightning in the sky. After such a speculation, won't the heat rise?
When the third son finished reading, it happened to stop at the most exciting part. The old doctor was excited before hearing it. Seeing him stop, he urged: "Keep on reading, hurry up."
When the third son said that it was not that he didn't want to miss it, but that it was gone, the old doctor was so anxious that he only patted his thigh.
This Rou'an Daily, why only put so little! !