Bailuyuan, I am Bai Xiaowen

Chapter 9 Story
Bai Xiaowen now has nothing to do and just look at the five oceans in the space.

For him now, it is a huge sum of money.

Never touched the ocean before.

After all, the current identity is a child.

Five oceans can't be saved forever. I wonder when I can spend it.

With space ability, money has to be spent.

Thinking of the agreement with the old storyteller, now I have some time to start writing The Legend of the Condor Heroes at home.

After traveling to this world, the memory of future generations becomes more profound.

I can remember many things I have seen in later generations.

On the whole the same.

Start from the content of the first chapter: Qiantang River is a vast river, day and night endlessly bypassing Niujia Village, Lin'an Prefecture, Liangzhe West Road, and flowing east into the sea
It is written in lower case.

Calligraphy is a little troublesome.

Fortunately, I practiced it myself in later generations, and Bai Xiaowen in this life has also written brush calligraphy for several years.

Not too strenuous.

Still, writing speed is slower.

Write as fast as possible.

I can still only write a thousand words in an hour.

The speed of the brush is still a bit slow after all.

In addition, I am not that familiar with traditional Chinese characters, so it is even slower.

The whole day of the holiday, I stayed at home and wrote.

"Xiaowen, it's time to eat."

Bai Xiaowen didn't put down his pen until it was time to eat.

After eating, I continued to write.

The old lady of the Bai family called Bai Jiaxuan, "Jiaxuan, what's wrong with Xiaowen's child today? It's his first day at home. I just took a look and Xiaowen has been writing. Of course it's a good thing to study hard, but if he continues like this, his health won't matter. "

The old lady was still a little worried.

Bai Jiaxuan was very pleased.

Reading and writing are good things.

He is the patriarch, so he naturally knows the magic of reading.

Without literacy, many things cannot be done without knowledge.

"Mom, just leave it alone. Xiaowen is a sensible kid, so don't worry too much."

These days, a lot of things happened to Bai Xiaowen.

He talked with Xu Xiucai at the school. Among all the students in the village, Xu Xiucai gave Bai Xiaowen the highest evaluation, followed by Lu Zhaopeng.

Thinking that if my eldest son is willing to learn, then let him go.

Just in your own home, no matter what happens, nothing will happen too big.

He glanced out of the window again, and was even more satisfied when he saw his son writing correctly.

After a whole day, I wrote for more than ten hours, and wrote more than 1 words.

Handwritten sour.

Practice hard.

Bai Xiaowen wanted to practice his handwriting better, and he also wanted to practice traditional Chinese characters well.

When I was in school, I often got confused with Simplified Chinese.

I made mistakes several times and was scolded and beaten by Mr. Xu.

Nowadays, gentlemen are very cruel when they hit people, and they all insist that if they don't hit someone, they will be useless.

Basically everyone in the school has been beaten by Mr. Xu, the number of times is different.

Writing from morning to night is really tiring.

Not only the hands are tired, but the mind is also tired.

When night fell, I ate some food casually and fell asleep immediately.

In the next two days, Bai Xiaowen started writing as soon as school was over.

In three days, more than 2 words of content came out.

There are five chapters in total.

It is written that the protagonist Guo Jing grows up and learns skills.

after simplification.

The storyteller came to Bai's house as agreed.

"Bo, why are you here?"

Bai Jiaxuan thought for a while, he didn't seem to call the old storyteller.This is uninvited?
The old man: "Jiaxuan, am I here to look for Xiaowen?"

"Looking for Xiaowen?"

Bai Jiaxuan was a little dazed, Bai Xiaowen was a ten-year-old boy, what could he do with him, "Xiaowen is in that room."

Bai Jiaxuan shouted again: "Xiaowen, Xiaowen, come out!"

Bai Xiaowen walked out of the house.

Holding the manuscript written in the past three days.

Call the old man into the house.

"Grandpa, look, this is what I wrote down these days."

Passed the manuscript over.

The old man took it over and looked at it carefully.

I heard Bai Xiaowen tell a story three days ago. The content of the story was very good.

He was still a little puzzled. After all, this was just written by a child. Even if it was well written, it would probably have great limitations.

Watch slowly.

Look at the contents.

When I saw Qiu Chuji, the descendants of the generals of the Yang family, the descendants of Guo Sheng in Water Margin.Then saw Mongolia again.

These are somewhat related to history.

The old man was a little shocked.

I didn’t expect that Bai Xiaowen, a child, could think of so many things.

"Xiaowen, did you really write these?" The old man asked again uncertainly.

Bai Xiaowen nodded, "I wrote it."

Bai Xiaowen directly accepted the works that came out decades later.

And I still don’t know if there are any golden champions in this world.

This is the world of Bailuyuan.

But there are also real people, including the founding father, Mr. Sun Yat-sen, and other great men.

The old man continued to look at it, but it was difficult to write. It took three full days to write [-] characters.

It looks simple.

It didn't take half an hour to read these.

"Xiaowen, is there anything unfinished later?"

Bai Xiaowen: "Yes, there are many more."

The old man has the sensitivity of a storyteller, and he feels that this novel is very suitable for storytelling.

But it has never been used. In the end, it still needs to be tested by the market.

According to the proportion of the money received, Bai Xiaowen can get [-]% of the old man's storytelling money.

Now that there are five oceans of bandits, Bai Xiaowen doesn't care too much about money.

Five oceans are enough for me now.

After chatting for a while, the old man took the manuscript away.

"Uncle, let's go now, stay for a meal."

"No, Jiaxuan, I'm leaving. Xiaowen is a really good kid and has a lot of potential. Jiaxuan, your Bai family has given birth to a good baby."

The old man and his father praised Bai Xiaowen greatly.

Bai Jiaxuan went to find Bai Xiaowen: "Xiaowen, why is he looking for you?"

Still a little curious.

"Grandpa asked me to write him a story."

"You can still write stories? So, you are writing stories when you stay at home these days?"

Bai Jiaxuan didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Can you write a story?

He has little education, that is, he has attended private schools for several years.

Thinking of going to ask his brother-in-law again when the time comes.

It doesn't matter to Bai Xiaowen, if he can't write, he can't write. Anyway, he got five oceans from the bandits, which is enough for him now.Even if I want to spend it now, I still can’t spend it.

After the old storyteller took the manuscript away, he read it carefully at home.

Study it carefully.

The story is quite exciting.

He could see that there were elements in it that audiences would love.

Now there are also some chivalrous romance stories.It is much different from the plot of the story of Shooting the Condors.

(End of this chapter)