The whole family is so poor, I rely on the food system to make a fortune every day

Song Fubao let out a long sigh of relief, Grandma Song smiled and shook her head, this girl is very careful, and a polite scholar like Li Annian is completely helpless.

However, this Li Annian is really ambitious, so it's good to help out more.

Sooner or later it will come out on top.

After dinner, in the afternoon, the eight brothers went to dig in the field, and the others were going to the old house to study for the second round, and the course ended an hour before dinner.

Everyone went home to cook and packed up to prepare the tofu, dried tofu curd and braised pork for the next day. Grandma Song was in charge of dinner, and Song Fubao went back to do homework and supervised the brothers to practice calligraphy.

After dinner and tidying up, Li Annian came over after two quarters of an hour, holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, and the blank pages that had been cut and bound into a book.

In the courtyard, Li Annian sat in the widest seat, washing his pen and inkstone, and then stopped at the front of the book, "Fu Bao, what is the name of this story? Why not write it on the page so that people can understand it at a glance."

name!

Only then did Song Fubao realize that, just like modern novels, the cover of the book should have something like the domineering president falling in love with me or the school bully falling in love with the girl.

She wrote that the princess escaped, and the prince chased after?

No, writing about such a topic in this era, she is really going to escape.

Let's take the classic route. There is already one "Journey to the West". She is too talented. She can't do "Water Margin" or "Dream of Red Mansions" right away.

So after thinking for a long time, she blurted out that it was suitable for the public, "Let's write "A Chinese Ghost Story"! Third brother, don't memorize it. You can't talk about this one until you finish your Journey to the West."

Everyone nodded, already impatient.

Only then did Song Fubao speak according to the picture in his memory, "In Jiangcheng County, Da'an, there was a scholar named Ning Caichen. He was generous and upright. He happened to go to a small town called Jinhua once. Resting in a temple, the temple is magnificent and luxurious, but the ground is overgrown with weeds, covered with basil that is better than people, and there is no trace of people coming and going..."

Everyone stopped being distracted, and all stared at Song Fubao, while Li Annian's subordinates moved quickly, and even when Song Fubao slowed down his speech, he was able to keep up!

Song Fubao took the opportunity to glance at it, but he didn't summarize it into a short ancient text that needed to be translated, but it was a little more polite than her words, but ordinary people could understand them.

Yes, yes, she was satisfied, so she continued.

"The two had a long talk, and introduced themselves as Yan Chixia... After a brief understanding, the two went back to their rooms to rest, but Ning Caichen had just moved in and couldn't fall asleep. He always felt that he heard whispers from the north of the house, as if People, he got up to observe, and saw a small courtyard outside the courtyard... At night, the woman entered his house... Ning Caichen scolded him for being shameless... and threw away the gold ingots brought by the woman, yelling for injustice... fiscal……"

She didn't speak quickly, but everyone was thrilled, and everyone had their own opinions. They didn't even want beautiful women when they delivered them to their door, and they didn't even want gold ingots.

Even Li Annian couldn't help nodding in praise.

Song Fubao smirked, and continued. When he mentioned the tragic death of several scholar servants behind him, he jumped forward and shouted loudly, scaring the fascinated crowd to stand up and back away.

Song Youyin was sitting on the end of the bench, lost his balance, and fell directly to the ground.

Li Annian was so frightened that his hands trembled that he almost smeared ink on the pages of the book. Before Song Fubao had time to laugh, he heard the general pattering sound of being frightened and falling down from a high place behind him.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the fence, and it turned out that some children in the village were lying on the wall and eavesdropping. They were frightened, and Grandma Song went out and arrested them and sat down to listen together.

Li Annian also had time to rest for a while before nodding, Song Fubao continued, "So that woman and that old woman are both monsters... Ning Sheng hypothesized that a younger sister was buried here, excavated the woman's bones, used clothes to bury her, hired The boat went home... Later, Xiaoqian came out with a rosy complexion, and wanted to go home with Ning Sheng..."

Song Fubao is talking about the most original version of A Chinese Ghost Story, which is slightly different from the movie version.

But everyone was mesmerized, frightened by the monster, moved by the monster, and praised Ning Caichen's character. After telling a fantastic story, everyone couldn't return to their senses for a long time.

Li Annian also took a long breath, as if he had just escaped after experiencing everything himself.

After the audience fell silent, there were non-stop discussions, especially Song Youzhu, "Sister, is that female ghost really that beautiful? Is it prettier than you? I want to meet a female ghost too!"

Just after saying this, Yang Liuhua slapped her across the face.

Song Fubao held back his laughter, this brother, I can't have him anymore, he's so heartless!

"Wow, you can't have female ghosts. It turns out that monsters are good too. Sister Fubao, I dare not go back alone. It's night and I'm afraid!"

"It's really fantastic, Fu Bao, how did you come up with it? The story you made up is so twists and turns, it's amazing!"

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