Hong Kong Entertainment: The top class starts with great writers

Guo Yunchen walked lightly and walked to Song Huanxi's side. He lowered his head and looked down. With just one glance, he fell into Song Huanxi's world of words:

... Sansheng Sheng was originally a lively person, but when Chenxiang was born, she even had a new playmate.

When Chen Xiang was young, the Three Holy Mothers took their daughter to the mountains and seas all day long, looking for the lairs of century-old monsters and thousand-year-old spirits. As soon as the Holy Mother's breath was released, no matter how cunning and cunning the monsters were, they would reveal their true colors and tremble on the ground. , watching the unscrupulous mother and daughter raid their lair.

Today's person is a thousand-year-old rabbit spirit, all white with no trace of hair, rabbit eyes as red as glass, two long ears attached to the back, and two front feet pitifully together, not daring to move.

Chen Xiang was curious and took a few more glances. The Third Holy Mother smiled and said, "My son, if you like it, it would be nice to take it home to warm your bed."

At that time, Chenxiang was only two years old. She walked like a tiger but her speech was not very sharp. She jumped out word by word: "Rabbit, rabbit——"

Just when the rabbit demon thought he was going to become the gatekeeper of the Holy Mother's house, he heard the cub say two more words: "Bake, eat -"

"Fragrant, fragrant!"

A stench instantly filled the cave, and the snow-white rabbit was half-stained with yellow. The Third Holy Mother frowned, picked up the cub with one hand, covered its mouth and nose with her long sleeve, and flew out of the nest.

The rabbit demon lying on the ground faintly heard the Virgin Mary's blessing, "Oh, I'm glad I didn't bring it home. It turns out that I have a bad stomach. If this is the time to warm the bed -"

As Chenxiang grew older, the old mother's charm gradually lost to that of her companions. Chenxiang was the youngest, but he became the king of children in this area. He led a group of brats to destroy the houses of the East and the West all day long, just like a little devil in the world.

The old father is busy cleaning up his daughter's mess every day, but it seems that the old mother has nothing to do all day long.

Seeing that his wife was still and restless, Liu Yanchang had a severe headache - he didn't want to clean up his daughter's mess before cleaning up his wife's!

San Shengsheng looked innocent: "But you have finished reading all the novels you bought!"

Liu Yanchang blurted out: "Then can't you write it yourself?!"

After saying that, he immediately realized that he had pushed others into a difficult situation. Just as he was about to try to make up for it, he saw his wife pointing to his nose with excitement and eagerness: "Is it okay? Can I write?"

Thinking of his wife's ghostly drawing of talismans for several years, Liu Yanchang hesitated for a moment, but then he met his wife's expectant eyes, so he said sincerely: "Yes, you have such a rich experience, if you write it down, someone will definitely read it!"

San Shengsheng's eyes widened. Without saying a word, she rolled up her sleeves, grabbed a brush in her hand, and shouted loudly: "Yan Chang! Grind ink!"

She is indeed rich in experience. Whatever she writes, it will be a fascinating story. Her writing style is a bit poor, but Liu Yanchang, her husband, helps to polish the pen. The first story, which was written by the Three Holy Mothers and polished by Liu Yanchang, was quickly born:

“Since ancient times, the Yellow River has two roads, one is called Jing and the other is called Wei, which means that Jing and Wei are clearly defined.

On the east bank of the Weihe River, there is Chenjiazhuang. Most of the land in Chenjiazhuang is owned by a squire named Chen Dafu. Because his belly is as big as a drum, the villagers call him Chen Dafu behind his back.

The people were so greedy that the good years turned into famine years. In the famine years, the villagers sold their children and daughters into slavery. In only three to five years, there was only one family left in Chenjiazhuang.

Chen Dafu is particularly dissatisfied. The servants at home who are in their prime are still well fed and can still eat well, but the old and weak often faint from hunger.

On this day, Liu Sanxia——"

Well, Liu Sanxia is the pseudonym of San Shengsheng. He took his husband's surname Liu, and then took the third number. Finally, he became a knight, which means to act chivalrously and to do justice. "Liu Sanxia passed by Chenjiazhuang and saw many old people on the roadside. They were weak and disheveled. After asking about the situation, he became furious. He went to Dongshan to catch a giant rat and threw it into Chenjiazhuang. He said to it, except for people , you can eat anything!
He went to visit Chen Datu personally, took out a bowl, and called it a family heirloom. He just raised the bowl and shouted three times, rice, rice, rice!

There will be chestnuts flowing out of the bowl, but don't be greedy. Just keep a few bowls of rice for how many people are at the table.

Liu Sanxia said that he is now in a financial crisis and is willing to mortgage this bowl in exchange for some money. He only needs a hundred gold and will redeem it soon!
After Chen Dafu personally verified it, if he was greedy as he imagined, he paid half the price and bought a bowl. Then he changed it to an ordinary blue and white porcelain bowl. When his confidant asked about it, he said, just tell the stranger, he accidentally asked for more. After a few bowls, if the fairy bowl malfunctions, it will be over!

Liu Sanxia was sitting on the roof at that time. Hearing this, he burst into laughter. That bowl was a fake!
Li rice, he just used the moving technique to move it from the rice warehouse in Chen Dafu's home!

Shuo Shu has begun to take action——"

After reading the whole story, Liu Yanchang had only one doubt: "Madam, is there really such an edible rat? It can even eat iron and stones?!"

Without saying a word, the Third Holy Mother went to Dongshan and caught the thousand-year-old rat spirit. The rat, which was as big as a domestic cat, was thrown at Liu Yanchang's feet. Before he could scream in fright, the big rat rolled on the spot and turned into a A little old man with pointed ears and monkey cheeks.

The little old man bowed his waist, first greeted the Third Holy Mother, and then looked at Liu Yanchang with a troubled face: "If it were 500 years in the morning, let alone this ordinary iron and stone, it would be Xianjia Liuli, the little old man would also Take one bite and fight it off.”

"Even if it were 200 years ago, this stone, iron, etc. would be no problem, but now, the little old man can only eat something that is easy to digest!"

The little old man grinned bitterly, showing a mouthful of broken teeth. He took out a pack of pine nuts from his pocket and started to crack it.

Liu Yanchang: "..."

Is this bad teeth?

The Third Holy Mother said proudly, "What, I didn't lie to you, did I?!"

Liu Yanchang nodded and said in a gentle tone, "Madam, I have a new question for my husband."

San Shengsheng has been married for several years and is a mother, so she has become somewhat stable. She treats her husband with courtesy, and she returns the favor: "Sir, please speak."

Liu Yanchang looked serious, "Madam, this Mr. Rat only gained strength 200 years ago... Did you take him to Chenjiazhuang 200 years ago?"

"Dare you ask me how long my wife will live?"

……

Guo Yunchen couldn't hold it back and let out a laugh. Song Huanxi raised his head and glanced at him. Guo Yunchen couldn't help but laugh. He pointed at the manuscript on the table and said in a formal voice: "Brother Liu is in danger!"

His aunts are now only willing to celebrate birthdays, not birthdays. Anyone who mentions their age will be scolded as unworthy of their descendants, let alone these three holy mothers!
Song Huanxi raised her eyebrows and continued writing:

"That night, Liu Yanchang was sleeping alone in a quilt. There was only a big green-eyed mouse next to him. Although the mouse was not human, it could actually speak human words, 'Ms. Liu, you are confused! Why did you ask her age? My great-great-grandmother Back then, I just ate a few grains of rice from her house and was almost made into a rat-skin mattress by this aunt!'

Liu Yanchang: '...! ! '"