I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

However, when it was time for lunch, Wang Shun disappeared.

At that time, Zheng Chengan didn't pay much attention to it, but when everyone was busy in the afternoon, he saw him moving bricks alone.

What's the matter with him?Actively doing work but not even eating?

Zheng Chengan was puzzled.

Originally, I wanted to ask him when there were fewer people, but before everyone finished work at dusk, he left without knowing it.

Zheng Chengan had no choice but to give up.

Day two.

One after another, people from brick and tile workshops drove ox carts to deliver bricks and tiles. Everyone was surprised when they passed the village.

"Is this a green brick?"

"The Zheng family actually used bricks to build their house?"

"How rich is he?"

Someone patted his thigh: "Hey, what did I say? I saw a book that went viral in the city two days ago. I guessed it was written by the Zheng family kid. You still don't believe me."

Hearing the gossip, everyone immediately gathered together.

"Now tell me, what's going on?"

"Didn't Zheng Cheng'an write the script? How could it become popular?"

"That's right,? It's just a storybook,? How can you afford to build a house with green bricks and tiles!"

"Then don't believe it. When I went to sell vegetables in the city last time, his books were discussed everywhere. Almost everyone who could read had a copy. Even those who couldn't read could go to the teahouse and listen to what Mr. Shu said. .”

"How is it possible? He wrote a storybook!"

"What's the matter with the story book? As long as what he writes is read and bought, isn't that all right?"

"It's sold a lot, I've heard it all. Some people didn't buy it at the beginning, and they wanted to buy it at a high price. It was originally a few tens of pennies, but he doubled it for that person. Baiwen doesn't sell it yet."

Everyone fell silent suddenly.

After a while, someone swallowed and asked, "Isn't it just a script, how can it sell so much?"

"Don't they know? Don't the scriptures are read by people who don't do business properly?"

"It's not doing business properly. This thing is a luxury for us, but for those rich people, it's just a daily pastime. It's the same as going to the theater to watch a play sideshow, and it's much cheaper than the theater."

"This thing is... so easy to make money?"

"Writing casually can sell so much?"

"..."

"It doesn't matter how much he can sell, it's just not popular."

However, not many people agree with him this time. This is an era of poverty and silence, laughing at the poor but not laughing at the prostitutes, and being rich is my father. No matter how low he is, he can build a brand new blue brick like the Zheng family in a few days Tile-roofed houses are also worth it.

So, when their children came back from the academy, they urged them to write scripts as well.

Someone couldn't believe it, "Father, what did you say? That script was actually written by Zheng Cheng'an?"

"Is it still fake? All the bricks and tiles of his new house have been shipped back."

"Impossible! The author's name is clearly 'Hua Xing'an'." The young man paused, and finally realized, "...Lian Xing, Zheng Cheng'an, that's true!"

"Such a good book, he actually wrote it?!"

These days, the academy is almost blown away by this book, those who bought it are showing off, those who can’t buy it are envious, some people stay up late to read the book and doze off in class, and because of this, the master confiscated several copies, the academy’s Looting is even more serious.

The young father smiled and rubbed his hands, "How good is he writing, isn't it just a storybook, you have studied it for so long, when will you write a book?"

The young man was speechless, his father was really wishful thinking, "Who can write that script?" If so, why was no one so popular before?

"Why can't you write? Zheng Cheng'an can do it. You study better than him. How can you not write?"

The young man said: "There is a specialization in art, Dad. Everyone has their own specialties. I really can't write well in this area. Besides, didn't you always dislike him for his poor writing skills? Why do you want me to write too?" ?”

The young father was a little ashamed, and said in a low voice: "Isn't that good for making money? Look at his house, he dared to build a house in a few days, which shows that this business is huge profits! My son is so good, if he writes it, he will definitely be able to make money." earn more than him."

The young man said: "? How can it be huge profits? I have also seen a few unappreciated scholars who wrote this thing. At most, they can save food and clothing. It is only a little better than copying. Alright, so we can set fire to the city."

The young father frowned and said: "Is it so difficult? If so, forget it, you still don't have to write."

The same words were also told to Zhang Xiaowu by Zhang Chunli who went home full of worries.

But Zhang Xiaowu made a vow: "Don't worry, mother, I've written it long ago. I'll take it to Mingde Bookstore tomorrow and promise to earn a lot of money, so I can make new clothes for mother."

Zhang Xiaowu was the first batch of people who bought new books. Someone asked him to buy them at a high price, but he didn't sell them. red?

When the time comes, everyone will understand what he wrote, "Hua Xing'an" is a fart, and his "Mr. Wu" is the real Ziweixing.

Zhang Chunli was full of joy: "Xiao Wu has grown up, mother is so happy."

……

However, Zheng Cheng'an didn't know about these things. He only occasionally met Zhang Xiaowu, and faced him with a high-spirited "I must be better than you" self-confidence. Zheng Cheng'an had no choice but to continue walking as if he hadn't seen the trouble.

Today, he went to Xiahe Village again.

The villagers in this village have always been very enthusiastic about him. They will get discounts when they buy things, and they will invite them to eat when they come. So after only a few rounds, he almost got along with the villagers.

Zheng Cheng'an wanted to test Lian Xing's family, but the villagers seemed to be very sensitive to this. Hearing this, they either changed the topic, or sighed and said, "Lian Xing is suffering, let yourself treat him well."

After coming down a few times, he stopped asking.

However, today seems to be a little different. From the time he entered the village, he felt that someone was watching him from an unknown corner, and that kind of secret spying was too strong to be ignored.

Zheng Chengan didn't know why this person was, and he couldn't see who it was every time he turned his head, so he could only pretend that he didn't notice and kept walking with his head buried.

Walking at the junction of the two villages, this is a long field ridge, and even the trees are only a few meters apart. There are empty fields all around, and few villagers even go to the fields.

It is simply an excellent counterattack opportunity.

Zheng Chengan took a step forward and began to walk quickly, and the person behind him also slowly increased his speed. He grinned, as if he could hear the tiny breathing behind him.

Zheng Chengan smiled, stood still, and then turned around abruptly.

I saw a small black shadow jumping down from the field ridge with a whoosh.

Zheng Cheng'an suddenly clicked. The long ditch that everyone dug beside the field ridge was used to drain water. Although it should have dried up now, there is no guarantee that nothing will happen if the black shadow who is obviously a child just jumped down like this!

"Hey, little guy, what are you doing?"

A silence.

His heart tightened, fearing that something might happen, Zheng Chengan hurried forward a few steps, but suddenly heard a sound of breathing heavily, as if he was worried about not being discovered.

Zheng Cheng'an said helplessly: "I have discovered you a long time ago, don't hide below, are you injured? Come out quickly."

Waited and waited, there seemed to be no sound yet.

Zheng Cheng'an had no choice but to say: "There must be something wrong with you following me all this time, if I don't come out again, I will leave, and you really can't keep up after leaving this time."

This time there was a reaction from below, the stalks by the ditch moved, and slowly, a thin child climbed up from the bottom.

The child was agile, and the clothes he was wearing were gray and a bit too short, revealing his slightly thin wrists and ankles, and his face was smeared with black ash. He couldn't tell if he was a man or a woman, but his eyes were big and beautiful, but he was very similar to him. The overall pointed chin and thin body are somewhat uncoordinated.

Standing in front of him, the child felt a little embarrassed when he stared at the tattered clothes, and uncomfortably shrunk the toe with a hole in the shoe, but in Zheng Chengan's eyes, he was already rare calm.

Zheng Chengan felt a little pity in his heart, and asked, "What's the matter with you following me?"

Lianqiao was still thinking about how to speak before he would agree to herself, but she heard the man softly whisper: "You...can you talk?"

What does he mean?

Do you consider yourself dumb?

"..." Lian Qiao silently choked out a word, "Yes."

"Brother, I want to see Lian Xing."

These words exploded in Zheng Chengan's ears like thunder, and he was in a daze.

...Brother?

This name...

Forget it, he was powerless to complain, and then recalled what Lian Xing had said, and immediately realized that this was his cousin or cousin.

Forgive him, even though he has heard the child's voice, he still can't tell the difference between male and female. After all, the voice of a ten-year-old child has not changed yet, and it is really difficult for him to distinguish such a beautiful child's voice.

"Are you... a child of Uncle Lian Xing's family?"

Zheng Chengan kept staring at her, and suddenly found that the child's eyes became unspeakable and complicated for a moment, even an adult couldn't understand the connotation inside.

Is this still a child?

Forget it, "Then you want to come with me?"

Lian Qiao pursed her lips, nodded reservedly, but still stood not far away from him, silently following behind.

Along the way, as long as Zheng Chengan stopped, the child behind him would also stop, even if he asked them to stand side by side, the child would just shake his head silently and follow behind.

The road was so quiet that Zheng Chengan even felt that behind him was just a silk puppet who couldn't speak, cute and sensible but... weird.

The child didn't answer him, Zheng Cheng'an thought of her lonely temperament, so he took her along the path, so as to avoid meeting troublesome people.

Soon, the two arrived at Zheng's house.

In the distance, Lian Qiao saw that familiar figure, she stopped her pace unconsciously, hesitated, raised her head for a look, then lowered her head and kicked the stone at her feet.

Zheng Cheng'an really couldn't figure out what the kid meant, so he had to ask, "Lian Xing is there, do you want to go see him?"

The author has something to say: Jinjiang seems to have a bug. What I display in the code word software and JJ background are Chinese commas, and when they are sent out, they become a mixture of Chinese and English. Don’t worry if some masters are like this, just Just don't affect everyone's reading