Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 221 You young people, impetuous

As soon as Zhang Zhong entered the teahouse, he could smell a faint smell of paint. Looking at the tables and chairs inside the teahouse, although they didn't look like new ones, they all had a new layer of paint on the surface.

There are five square tables in the teahouse, and there are already two tables of guests. A couple is sitting at one table, chatting and laughing with teacups.

A man was lying on the other table, as if asleep.

The boss is a middle-aged man, not tall, and slightly fat. Seeing Zhang Zhong and the others, he immediately ran over from behind the counter, "Does the boss want some tea?"

Zhang Chong glanced at the counter, but couldn't find anything like a price list, so he asked, "What kind of tea does your store have? How do you sell it?"

"There are Pu'er, Maofeng, and Huangya, all of which are one hundred and one pot."

In the scenic area, tea is not expensive, but the variety is a little less, and they are all ordinary teas, especially Maofeng and Huangya tea from Nanhuai, which is really not interesting.

He didn't expect to come in to taste tea, but he just wanted to find a place to rest his feet, so he said, "How about a pot of Pu'er, do you want some snacks?"

The boss rubbed his hands and smiled, "There are no dim sum, but there are snails, bee pupae, and bamboo worms. They are all authentic snacks. Boss, don't want to try them?"

"Forget it, let's have a pot of tea first."

"Okay, then boss, you sit down first, and I'll make tea for you."

The family sat down, Pengpeng pulled Zhang Zhong and asked, "Father, what did the uncle just say? Is it delicious?"

"Unappetizing."

"Oh."

……

After a while, a pot of tea came up.

The boss was enthusiastic. He didn't walk away after putting down the teapot, but asked with a smile, "Boss, where did you come from?"

Zhang Xingjun said, "We are from Nanhuai."

The boss's eyes lit up, "Where is Nanhuai?"

Zhang Xingjun was puzzled by his expression, "Jiang Yang, what's the matter, boss, do you have relatives in Nanhuai?"

"Jiangyang!" The boss's voice suddenly became a little higher, "Jiangyang is a good place with outstanding people."

"How do you say that?"

"Didn't it mean that the great writer called the vegetative person is from Jiangyang? Didn't you come here after reading that book?"

"It's a fifth-grade vegetable." Hu Huifang corrected.

"Yes, yes, fifth grade vegetative, I don't read much, and my memory is not good." The boss smiled naively, "I can see that your family is a cultural person."

Zhang Zhong watched from the side, but still felt a little strange, because when the boss mentioned Jiang Yang just now, he took a special look at the table next to him, as if he was talking about the man sleeping on his stomach.

But the man was still sleeping and hadn't responded.

The boss chatted with Zhang Zhong and the others, and then went back behind the counter.

After the boss left, Zhang Xingjun said with a smile, "Hey, once you wrote this book, you won a lot of glory for our Jiangyang. If you write more books like this in the future, then we Jiangyang people will not go anywhere. Keep your head up."

"In other words, he said that maybe he came from another place, and he also had other things to say." Hu Huifang curled her lips.

Zhang nodded his head, Mom was right, these business people used to like to talk to people, to talk nonsense, but it just happened to happen this time.

After sitting for a while, the fourth table of guests came to the shop.

The four young people are all in their early 20s. They are two men and two women. Depending on the situation, they should not be lovers.

The four of them seemed to have just gone through a workout, and they were sweating profusely from exhaustion. As soon as they sat down, they yelled at the counter, "Boss, do you have any herbal tea? Here are two pots."

The boss said with a bitter face, "Handsome men and beauties, I only have freshly brewed tea in this shop, no herbal tea."

"Then make two pots of tea, any tea is fine, not too strong, please hurry up."

"okay."

After ordering tea, one of the boys said, "I thought this town was quite big, and I didn't even see a bookstore after walking for a long time."

The girl opposite complained, "I told you just now to get off at the new district, but you didn't listen."

"Who would know that there is no bookstore here?"

"Okay, let's go to Xincheng to buy for a while. I asked you to buy books two days ago, but you were procrastinating. You dragged it here. It's hard to buy. I don't know if there are any new books in Xincheng. "

"Hey, it's hard to say. This place is remote. Even if there is a bookstore, there may not be new books in it."

After listening for a while, Zhang Chong probably knew what was going on.A few of them came out to play together, and originally wanted to buy some books to read, but because they were too excited to play, they forgot about buying books, and only remembered it when they arrived at Chadong.

As for whether there are new books in Xincheng, Zhang Zhong thinks it is unlikely.

After all, the bookstores in this place rarely buy books, each time they buy a batch of books, it is impossible to send a special trip for new books.

"If there are books, which one do you buy?"

"What should I buy? Is there anything else to choose at this time?"

"You're right. I want to buy both. Although I've read "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" online, I still want to buy a physical copy and keep it at home." A girl said.

Another girl shook her head, "I'm not interested in this book at all. After reading a few chapters, I can't read it at all."

"Yeah, me too, I can't read it at all, and the timeline in the book jumps so fast, I feel like I can't keep up."

"Then there's nothing that can't keep up. It's not narrated in sequence all the time, and there is no flashback or interlude at all."

"It's a narration, but it takes a long time, especially when Xu Yulan gave birth to three children and wrote it in a few strokes. I think it's better to write it ten years later."

"Yes, yes, and many passages in it are repeated."

Zhang Zhong listened to them talking about his book, and kept drinking tea with a smile, without any reaction.

When Hu Huifang heard that two young people said they didn't like watching "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood", she was a little anxious, and wanted to talk to the children, but finally held back.

But there was no sound at their table, and the man who had been lying next to him suddenly sat up, with sleepy eyes and messy hair, he leaned on the table and said to the young people, "You guys, I'm still a little impetuous when reading, this "Xu Xu "Three Views of Selling Blood" uses a chronological narration, which is to make the story open and close, and advance along the trend. There are also repeated questions. Do you think Zhang Zhong is trying to make up the number of words, or is there a printing problem? Of course it is impossible , The repeated use of language in this book is to complement and complement the repetition of the story, don't you feel that the repetition is repeated again and again when you are reading it, and the emotion is stronger every time?"

The four young people were stunned for a while, and the two who thought "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" was not good, wanted to argue, but found that they didn't know what to say.

(End of this chapter)