I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

three days later.

Zheng Cheng'an worked hard day and night, and finally finished Chapter 1 of Xingyue Continent—[-] words. He looked at the thick paper and felt proud, but because it was comparable to a copy of "Naoxilou Passionate Zhang The thickness of "Lang Jiang" has a bad feeling in his heart.

After thinking about it, he called Lian Xing over, intending to ask himself, the only reader, to give his opinion.

Lian Xing didn't know what he was doing in the yard. When he heard Zheng Cheng'an calling him, he hurried over. When he opened the door, he suddenly realized that he was still holding a basin in his arms. He quickly put it aside and turned to come in.

Zheng Cheng'an suddenly smelled a strong smell of water, his nose wrinkled slightly, and he slapped the wind with his palm: "What's the smell?" Why does it look like something in the water?

"The river fish that Wang Shun sent may be thanks to us carrying him down from the mountain last time. Just now I heard a noise at the door, and as soon as I opened the door, I only saw his back running away." Lian Xing knew Wang Shun My family is very poor. People don’t hunt this kind of river fish very often, because it is fishy and thorny, and there is not much meat. It is not as delicious as wild vegetables. Except for poor families, most people who can afford pork are not willing to eat it. .

But he also knew the situation of Wang Shun and Grandma's family, and it was the best for them to be able to produce this kind of meat.

"It's fish? Then shall we eat fried fish nuggets today?" Zheng Chengan didn't expect Wang Shun to act as if he hated him, but he still had a conscience.

He was so excited that he immediately thought of the crispy and delicious fried fish nuggets and salivated.

Lian Xing was shocked: "How can it be fried? Oil is so expensive!"

That's right, Zheng Cheng'an thought of Li's putting in a few drops of lard, and suddenly took a breather, but if the fish is not fried, it will be difficult to make it delicious!

"Then how did you deal with it before?" Zheng Chengan asked.

"It's the same as usual, boil it, add some salt, and mix it."

Zheng Cheng'an's body trembled, he was really scared by this way of eating, all the dishes he ate before were boiled in water, and only after Dr. He used two pieces of pork for each meal, and if he continued like this, he would be crazy about meat.

Zheng Chengan said helplessly: "How about this, let me cook today's fish."

At least his craft can be a little more complicated.

Then, he asked Lian Xing to try his Chapter 1 first.

In Chapter 1, he wrote that Lin Yuan was deceived into the depths of the forest of hell. His friends who had made an appointment with him to fight monsters suddenly disappeared. But at this time, because of their provocation, a first-order purple ghost sheep had disappeared. He became furious, his eyes were red, and he ran towards him angrily. Although he had no spiritual power in his body, he could still control the few spiritual energy elements in the air at any time. Picked to the bottom of the cliff.

Then there is the classic falling off the cliff and harvesting golden fingers.

But the golden finger that Lin Yuan encountered was not a boss or a weapon, but a classic book.

The classics record the cultivation method of his physique. It turns out that there are also distinctions between inborn spirit bodies. There are very few existences like him-the star-moon body, that is, the mixture of the two physiques, is the son of heaven, the world's All elements can be used at will, but in the early stage, there will be a state where the spirit body cannot be awakened and all auras will dissipate.

If you use the method recorded in the classics to completely open up your tendons at this time, you can activate your spirit body.

But the activation process is extremely painful and hard to bear. During this period, recalling the humiliation suffered before serves as a powerful motivation for the protagonist, and gives readers a hint that the depression at this time is enough to upgrade the coolness of the face-slapping later.

Lian Xing was amazed while watching: "Wow, what a magical continent! What is magic?"

"What is spiritual power?"

"Spiritual power can control all the elements in the world!"

"Amazing!"

"But Lin Yuan is miserable, why did everyone change so quickly? They were all so good before!"

"Why does Awakening have to suffer such pain? Lin Yuan is too miserable!"

"..."

Lian Xing's eyes lit up, and he was still very excited after reading it. He chased Zheng Chengan and asked, "Where is Xingyue Continent? How do you know these stories? Does this city really exist? Is there really a city in the world?" Is it spiritual power? Can anyone really use magic?"

Zheng Cheng'an got a headache from being asked, and said amusedly: "You watched me write it out bit by bit, how could it be true?"

Lian Xing said unhappily: "It's true. They must be living in a place I don't know, but you don't know." Really, seeing his innocent appearance, Zheng Chengan was touched in his heart. He suddenly understood those modern two-dimensional people who are obsessed with paper figures, and for the first time had a different feeling for the characters in his works.

He is just a recorder, recording various stories that happened in different worlds.

"It's so cool to watch. What about the rest? Have you written the rest?" Lian Xing couldn't wait to know the next story. He wanted to know how Lin Yuan would treat those who bullied him when he went back. He wanted to know about those people. How would Lin Yuan react if he knew that he could awaken the spirit body.

Zheng Chengan coughed in embarrassment: "The following...haven't been written yet, I just want you to see if there is anything that needs to be revised, and compare it with other scripts you usually read in bookstores. "

If he used to have a computer and keyboard, he would be able to write at least [-] characters in three days, and readers couldn’t read it every day. How could he be urged to write like this now, but no matter how much he is urged It's hard to get faster, after all, only one hand can write, and it's still difficult to write calligraphy, this speed is not bad.

After listening to Zheng Chengan's question, Lian Xing read it again carefully. Last time when he went to the bookstore to buy pens, inks, papers and inkstones, he took the opportunity to secretly read a book of stories, carefully recalling the stories he was familiar with, and then Compare with what Zheng Chengan wrote.

Slowly, he realized something was wrong.

"I see." Lian Xing pointed to the words on the paper and said, "The words on this paper feel so comfortable, just like everyone talking, and other people's... Although they are not as formal as history books, at least they are written language."

"Like this paragraph." Lian Xing pointed out a paragraph and tried to give an example. It said, "Lin Yuan saw a huge purple ghost sheep appearing in front of him. , ran towards him angrily, stabbing at him obliquely with the horns shining coldly."

Zheng Chengan's eyes lit up, and he understood a little bit. He remembered the story book "Naoxilou Passionate Zhang Langjiang" he had read for the first time, and quickly found it out to read it, and then tried it according to the author's description of that book. He changed it a little bit, tried to be more polite, and said: "In front of Lin Yuan, he saw a huge purple ghost sheep with scarlet eyes, a puff of smoke from his nose, and walked away angrily. "

After finishing speaking, he felt awkward again, and it didn't feel like his own story after changing it like this, so he frowned and asked, "...Is that so?"

Lian Xing also felt weird, and worried, "Why does it sound so weird? It doesn't have the original flavor."

Zheng Chengan tried his best to recall the difference between this place and the past, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, which made him suddenly realize, and slowly said: "I seem to know what's wrong."

In fact, it is not that there is a problem with his description, but a larger level.

In the book "Naoxilou Passionate Zhang Langjiang", Zheng Chengan can vaguely glimpse the author's thoughts and his progress. A thin booklet can cover more than a dozen and nearly 20 stories in his previous romance novels. With the development of the plot in this way, only four or five of his previous million-dollar novels are here to complete.

But he used Zhang Lang to write 10,000 words of content with a thickness of [-]+ words. Although the emotional rendering is richer, in the final analysis, he is used to long stories, used to inject water, and used to draw the plot. Long and descriptive.

This worked very well in the past, after all, everyone is used to looking at ten lines at a glance and has no patience to read slowly, but here it is just the opposite.

There is no internet or mobile phone here, and you can only buy books at bookstores. How could anyone buy pens, inks, papers and inkstones for entertainment when they are so expensive?

If no one buys, no one will sell.

Zheng Chengan sighed: "I know how to change it." Then he spread Zhang Lang's book, intending to list the plot points in order so that he could have a comparison.

Lian Xing got up silently. Although he didn't know what was wrong and how to correct it, and he read it in one breath, it was really hearty and refreshing, except for the words, he was always missing arms and legs...

"By the way," Lian Xing finally understood what was going on with that slight awkwardness, and asked in confusion, "Why do your characters... always look like this?" Homework shouldn't be so bad for his praise.

"Huh? What's the matter? Is there something wrong?" Zheng Cheng'an got used to the simplified characters and didn't find anything wrong.

Unexpectedly, he still couldn't find it if he said it directly, so Lian Xing had to be more straightforward: "Why do many of your words lack structure, it looks so strange."

Zheng Chengan scratched his head, and finally knew where the mistake was, but he didn't know traditional characters, let alone write, so what to do.

Zheng Chengan smiled awkwardly, but suddenly realized that the person in front of him was a great savior. Lian Xing could understand both simplified and traditional characters, and he could also understand what he wrote.

Lian Xing only saw his titular husband suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bright green, like a wild wolf who suddenly found its prey in the night, his heart tightened suddenly, an alarm bell sounded, and he took a step back tremblingly.

Zheng Chengan moved faster, got up straight and pulled Lian Xing to change the two places, Zheng Chengan smiled all over his face, rubbed his hands like a greedy wolf grandmother and said to Little Red Riding Hood: "Are you good at writing?"