The fate of writers

Chapter 18 Visiting Zeng Hong Late Night Lights
Gradually, Jiang Ling also felt something different. Listening to others read books was different from reading them himself.Storytellers naturally have some skills in this line of work.

Under the storyteller's interpretation, her protagonist Gu An seems to have come to life.

"Crack! If you want to know what's going on, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down."

After a while, all the contents of the serial in the newspaper were finished.After listening to the story, Xiao Ping silently compared it in his mind. I'm sorry, Miss, it's just that what you said was too blunt. There's no way to compare. The storyteller's words were more lively and interesting.

Some people were excited to hear it, but they were not willing to wait for the next time: "Mr. Wu, keep talking, stop at the key points, it will really whet your appetite."

"Yes, how can we sleep when we go home like this. Tell me again, sir."

Someone directly resorted to the method of money.Money can make the world go round, but there is no way to make Mr. Wu say one more word.

Mr. Wu wanted to continue talking when he saw the applause in the room and the copper coins as rewards. Unfortunately, Mr. Youlin only serialized it once in the newspaper.I'm really looking forward to the second chapter written by Mr. Youlin. It doesn't matter whether there is a way to make money or not. The key is that it is interesting and the guests in the teahouse like it.

"I'm sorry everyone, but Mr. You Lin only wrote this far. When Haichao Magazine publishes a new issue, I will definitely add this regret to you." Mr. Wu cupped his hands, then turned and left without hesitation .

"Hey, don't go!" Someone was dissatisfied.

"Mr. Wu is right. Can't Mr. Youlin write faster?" Some people think that Youlin's writing is too slow, and they can't wait for Youlin to write thousands of characters every day.

"I still remember that my whole family had the same attitude towards my idea of ​​studying. Unfortunately, I don't have Gu An's talent. I can only rely on knowing a few words to stay in the county and work as an accountant. I hope Gu An can do it in the future. To achieve success." This is to pin his wishes on Gu An.

"The process of making that persimmon cake is quite detailed, so you can give it a try." This is a bright-minded person who wants to make a fortune.

Mr. Wu left, but the people in the teahouse did not leave, but were discussing with each other.

The teahouse owner smiled from ear to ear when he saw the entire teahouse full of people, and paid Mr. Wu a generous sum of money for lip gloss.

"Mr. Wu's speech is good! Today's guests are like clouds relying on you, when will you come tomorrow? What preparations do you need?" The shopkeeper asked attentively,

"What's wrong with me? It's Mr. Youlin who is so talented. It's the same for anyone. Shopkeeper, you'd better not have too much expectation. I will talk about the same content at the same time tomorrow, and there will be so many. It’s too late. We still have to wait for Mr. Youlin’s second round.” Mr. Wu dare not let the shopkeeper have too high expectations, after all, the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

"You are too modest, and not everyone can tell Mr. Youlin's novels so well. You are a person with skills. How can a teahouse see the feet of the guests? You still speak well. Don't worry, I know that the next issue of Haichao Magazine will be published on October [-]th, if I grab it, I will be the first to send it to you." The shopkeeper has a hunch that the next issue of Haichao Magazine will be very popular.

"Then I would like to thank the shopkeeper." Mr. Wu also had the same premonition. When he bought the October [-]st issue, it was the last one in the bookstore.The bookstore in his home is far away, so whether he can buy the next issue is still a matter of opinion.

"Thank you, Mr. Wu! Please walk slowly."

"Shopkeeper, please don't give away any more. If you give it away again, it will ruin me. Goodbye!"

Jiang Ling sat for a while, listening to her novel being discussed in the teahouse, but felt that there was no useful news, so he patted Xiao Ping on the shoulder and wanted to leave.

Xiao Ping listened with great interest. Listening to the discussions among the guests in the teahouse, she didn't realize that there was this meaning here before, and there... Alas, the author of Qingyun Road is obviously around, but she doesn't understand the eldest lady better than others. It's really Her failure.

"Miss, are we going home now?" Xiao Ping glanced at the restaurant reluctantly, but she hadn't heard everything yet.

"No, we still have to go to the county government," Jiang Ling said.

"But it's getting late, and the county government is far away, so what should I do if there's a curfew?" Xiao Ping quickly walked two steps to catch up with Jiang Ling, and asked.Why does the eldest miss not go out, and when she goes out, she seems to make up for the few days she hasn't been out.

"I have something to ask to see Uncle Zeng, how can I delay it. The curfew is on, just ask Uncle Zeng to write a note, and left and right Yin County is under the jurisdiction of the county magistrate." Jiang Ling quickened his pace, and it would be best if he could go back before the curfew. Otherwise, mother will be worried.

When she walked to the back, she turned into a small bottle and walked in front of Jiang Ling, and Jiang Ling followed behind panting. She felt that this had exceeded her usual one-month exercise.

Finally arriving at Zeng's house, Jiang Ling put his left hand on his hips and patted his chest with his right hand to calm his breath.Vial went to knock on the door.

The person who came to open the door was called Ah Fu, who knew Xiao Ping, so Jiang Ling and Xiao Ping were asked to wait in the flower hall, and he went to pass it on.

Soon Zeng Hong and his wife Xu Ru arrived at the flower hall.

Jiang Ling got up and saluted, "I'm taking the liberty to visit. I'm bothering you. I really have something urgent to tell Uncle Shi. I hope Uncle Shi and Auntie will forgive me."

"Are you in trouble?" This was Zeng Hong's first reaction. After all, he is the child of an old friend and needs to be taken care of.

Seeing that the baby fat on Jiang Ling's cheeks hadn't completely dissipated, Xu Ru thought that the child was quite attractive, so she didn't mind, but told Jiang Ling to sit down: "Sit down quickly, it's not too tiring to stand up and talk about things." Panic."

"Thank you, auntie. Uncle Shi is like this..." Jiang Ling detailed the news about Beiqu Xiang.

Zeng Hong didn't pay attention to it at first, but later he listened more and more attentively.

Xu Ru also knew that this matter was not a trivial matter, and she could not let the servants who could not guard the door talk nonsense, so she cleared away the idle people in time.

"Uncle Shi, I wonder if there is any news from Pingbo Mansion?" Jiang Ling asked.

"It has never happened before. I think the Eastern Bandit has never invaded Pingbo Mansion." Zeng Hong replied.Pingbo Mansion is near the sea, if the Eastern Thieves really hit Pingbo Mansion, then the territory is really not small, it can be said to be a separatist party.

"Uncle Shi, the number of beggars in Beiqu Lane is too much compared to previous years, so besides Beiqu Lane, what about Nanwan Street? What about the entire Yin County?" Jiang Ling said cryptically.People from two prefectures separated from Pingbo Prefecture flowed to Yinxian County, so they were so afraid of King Dongtian.

Zeng Hong frowned. He had never noticed it before, but now he thought of it more than Jiang Ling.Regardless of whether the thief is a grasshopper after autumn or a weed in the spring breeze, Yin County and Pingbo Prefecture must prepare early.

"I don't know how many thieves are under the command of the Eastern Bandit? Is there a leader of the thieves?"

"What I've heard so far is that the East Bandit claims to have 10 people, and it is said that there is a younger brother who claims to be God, and the East Bandit wants to call him Heavenly Father."

"That thief..."

Zeng Hong and Jiang Ling were asking and answering questions, and the curfew had passed unknowingly.We also had dinner together.

Jiang Ling almost forgot about Willow Zhi, who was still waiting for her at home. Fortunately, Xu Ru was thoughtful and sent someone to deliver the letter in advance.

After talking about the matter, Jiang Ling felt a little parched and drank a full cup of tea.

Zeng Hong thanked solemnly: "I really want to thank my niece for reminding me, you take this note. Let Ah Fu and Ah Lu take you home."

Jiang Ling quickly put down the cup and returned the greeting: "No, I have been taking care of Uncle Shi a lot since I came to Yin County. I just thought that it would be great if I could help Uncle Shi. And under Uncle Shi, there are no roosters and dogs in Yin County. I Just go back with Xiao Ping."

Before Zeng Hong could speak, Xu Ru refused and there were two more people: "No, if something happens to you, how can I explain to Mrs. Jiang. Qinglan, Qingmei, you also go together."

In the end, Jiang Ling couldn't refuse and returned to Jiang's house under escort.The Jiang family's house was brightly lit and even smelled of fireworks. It was obvious that Willow Branch had been waiting for Jiang Ling, and the food was heated over and over again, just to give Jiang Ling a hot bite.

"I'm back." Willow held a lantern and stood under the apricot tree. She didn't ask what Jiang Ling was doing. She just looked gentle and put a cloak on Jiang Ling and hugged her into the house.

"Mother……"

"I know you are a successful kid. There must be a reason for coming back so late, and Mrs. Zeng also sent someone here. Let's talk tomorrow!" Liuzhi interrupted.

"Okay, I will tell my mother tomorrow." Jiang Ling responded.

(End of this chapter)