The fate of writers

Chapter 59 The Church Hospital in Beiqu Lane
Jiang Ling wrote for half an hour before she went on strike again. She began to harass Zhou Zhou, who was obsessed with reading.

"Jichuan, what are you reading?" Jiang Ling stretched his neck to read, "It turns out to be "Secret Affairs of Zhongzong". There is not much truth in this book, and the author is obviously a fan of Zhou Zhongzong."

Jiang Ling holds the system in his hand, and he still has the most complete information. The system version of the encyclopedia has no advertising push, a minimalist and pure mode, and the answers are clear and clear. Whoever uses it will know.

"This paragraph says that Zhou Zhongzong will not look down on the good things of others if his own marriage is not happy, which is false at first sight. Zhou Zhongzong has dedicated his life to the country. Even the issue of successors that worried his ministers the most has always remained calm and restrained, and he has chosen the one who is most suitable for the country. Heir. How can such a person be judged by the beauty of his marriage?" Jiang Ling became more and more angry as she spoke. Zhou Zhongzong was not only an emperor who had made great contributions to the country, nation and civilization through the ages, but also her predecessor as a time traveler.

They belong to the same country. If Zhou Zhongzong knew that future generations would write about her in this way, he would definitely raise an eyebrow.

Jiang Ling thought about himself again. If future generations write her down as a "little fool" who never forgets to fall in love...

Jiang Ling shuddered, that was simply a nightmare, the descendants are all devils!
However, the only people who can be used as material by the younger generation are celebrities, no matter how bad they are, they are all kinds of scandals and wonderful people who are surrounded by all kinds of troubles. She should not be able to match any of them.

It all shows that Qing Dynasty novels, "A Dream of Red Mansions" and "Water Margin" are one of the four great classics, but the ones that have been handed down are of excellent quality, and more of them are the gravel that drowns pearls. As one of the gravels, she is still a little self-aware. , the goal is to be famous, and how can works that earn more impact factors be passed down, that is, people have never seen the routine and only find it novel.

Little gravel, unworthy or unworthy, is just right.

"The examples cited are also very inappropriate. In the case of Xie Cui and Li, it is clear that the relationship between the couple has broken down long ago, and they just took the opportunity to raise it. Only when you are incompetent and don't see the good in others will you target others. Emotional and private matters." Jiang Ling continued to type, not realizing that Zhou Zhou had closed the book and was watching her indignant and passionate speech.

Jiang Ling finished complaining about this paragraph, and wanted to read the next paragraph to make precise complaints, but she finally found that Zhou Zhou had closed the book.

"Why don't you read it?" Jiang Ling said angrily.She still knew it in her heart, she must have been disturbing people from reading.But even if her heart softens, her mouth is still hard.

"I'm tired of reading, and there is a know-it-all who explains it passionately, so why should I read...well, the misinterpretation of 'black fans'." Although it was the first time for Zhou Zhou to come into contact with the word black fans, he quickly contacted Shang Xiayu I understand the meaning of this word.

But Zhou Zhou was so easy to talk to because of the thick pile of manuscripts Jiang Ling piled on the corner of the table.

Zhou Zhou can be regarded as half domesticated by his authors, and Jiang Ling's diligence is really one of the best among his authors.It's just that Jiang Ling's diligence is intermittent, and she often takes a long vacation for herself, which makes it seem that Jiang Ling is not doing business properly, and perfectly fits into the normal writing speed of authors in this era.

"I also think I speak very well. Xiaoping and the others always say that I speak dryly, not as well as the storyteller in Beiqu Lane. They are professionals, so I can speak better than ordinary people." Jiang Ling raised his chin proudly.She is very good at making comparisons.

"A foreign church has been built in Beiqu Lane. Would you like to go and see it together?" Zhou Zhou still remembered that Jiang Ling was very interested in foreigners.

"A foreigner's church? I don't think Zeng Shishu will allow a foreigner's church to open within his jurisdiction." Jiang Ling felt that Zeng Hongwen's sensitivity was overwhelmed, and the foreigner's church was indeed very aggressive.The west can no longer satisfy the appetite of the church, or the secular society is unwilling to satisfy, so they have extended their hands to the east.

The name is beautiful, and it brings the gospel of God to the people in the Far East.

"Master Zeng does not allow churches to open in Yinxian County, but he allows medical clinics to open in Yinxian County. The foreigners call their hospitals hospitals, and they hold free clinics every Monday to help poor people. Master Zeng will never refuse things that benefit the people. .By the way, foreigners call seven days a week..."

"I know, from row one to row six, the last day is called Sunday again." Jiang Ling was so familiar with it.During a period of time when she was studying, she only knew the day of the week and did not know what day it was today.

"You know? Yes, you have always paid attention to foreigners. Do you want to go and see them together?" Zhou Zhou stood up, straightened out the wrinkles caused by sitting for a long time, and extended the invitation again.

"Of course, but since foreigners can find other ways, why not open a hospital in Pingbo Mansion?" Jiang Ling readily agreed.

"How do you know they haven't tried it? The only people Pingbo Mansion welcomes are foreigners' money." Zhou Zhou joked with a smile.

"Xiao Ping, please tell mother for me that I am going to Beiqu Lane. If I come back late, eat first and don't wait for me." Jiang Ling ran out of the house with cheerful steps.

Xiao Ping chased after him: "Miss, where are you going? Wait for me."

"Xiao Ping, you don't have to follow me. I'm with Jichuan. It's safe." These were the last words Jiang Ling left, and then he disappeared.

"Editor Zhou..." Xiao Ping looked at Zhou Zhou helplessly.

"Miss Xiaoping, don't worry, I will definitely send Qianli back intact." Zhou Zhou bowed and promised.

Xiao Ying turned sideways to avoid it: "Miss, please leave it to you."

Jiang Ling didn't stop until he was far away.

Zhou Zhou also followed up leisurely: "You are running so fast. Is there someone chasing you behind you?"

"No, there are nagging, shadow-like vials, and..." Jiang Ling looked at Zhou Zhou and raised his eyebrows, it was self-evident.

"Who else?" Zhou Zhou put his hands behind his back, pretending not to know.

"Qianli, who has been stared at writing manuscripts, is so pitiful. Qianli came back to life after leaving the study." Jiang Ling continued to hint.

"I ran so fast just now, and now I stopped here again. I think you are the rabbit in Mr. Xinshuo's article." Zhou Zhou ignored Jiang Ling and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

When Jiang Ling heard the word "xinshuo" from Zhou Zhou's mouth, he felt his heart stop.Phew——Fortunately, I wasn’t stripped of my waistcoat.

Jiang Ling, who felt guilty, stopped causing trouble and behaved honestly all the way to Beiqu Lane.

It wasn't until Jiang Ling saw the foreign hospital in name that the actual church became active again.

She looked at the cross on the roof and the house that fit her memory, and opened her mouth.

"It's strange, isn't it? That should be the logo of the hospital." Although a foreigner in a black robe seemed very angry when Zhou Zhou said that, he didn't care.

No, that's not a red cross, it's a cross.Jiang Ling retorted silently in his heart.

(End of this chapter)