The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

Zhenzhen returned home when the sun was setting, entered the house, changed her shoes, took off her coat and handed it to the maid, then ran into the living room excitedly, her eyes swept around——

Zhang Shi and Xu Yanran were sitting at the table surrounded by stars, and three middle-aged and young men were holding their sleeves. Among the five people, Zhang Shi and Shen Ling were making dumplings seriously.The other two people, Zhang Qiuren and Aaluo didn't know whether it was intentional or eager to learn, they made a fuss and held the rolled out dough, carefully filling it with only a measuring spoon, and filled it to the nearest gram.

Zhenzhen hurried over, Zhang smiled when she saw her, and said in a rambling manner: "You still know when you come back, it's getting dark, you little girl is so dangerous."

Zhenzhen replied: "Uncle Wang is following me. Besides, it's not dark. It's still light outside."

Then he watched from the sidelines and thought that it was fake for the two uncles to make dumplings, and it was true to please the beautiful aunt.

So he turned his head and stared at Shen Lingjun, thinking in his heart that it would be better for Brother Shen not to be swayed by beauty.

Mrs. Zhang nagged a few words, and then urged her brokenly: "Go and wash your hands, and you come to make dumplings, how can you let the guests do it..."

Thinking of something again, I asked her: "What did you have for lunch? Are you hungry? Eat some snacks to fill your stomach first, or you won't have the stomach to eat dumplings later."

Zhenzhen doesn't like dumplings very much, and it's a good idea to eat a few whole dumplings every year, so she shook her head and said, "I'm not hungry."Then he reacted: "You are all here, is brother alone somewhere else?"

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Shaoting and Alto, a white man, didn't talk more than half a sentence, and the two were speechless when they couldn't talk for a few words.

When Aalto saw him before, he only had a quick glance and said a few words, and felt that this boy was nothing more than an ordinary boy.I have been face to face with him for a long time today, secretly amazed that this young man has clear eyes, although his temperament is lazy, his behavior is really different from the Chinese people he has seen.

Nowadays, Chinese teenagers, even boys from upper-class families, always have to consider three-pointers when they see upper-class white people.Although it is a noble temperament cultivated from the bottom of my heart, it is inevitable that due to the atmosphere of a big country and a poor country, I always have to be cautious or polite when speaking to white people, or I can't help but show more inferiority. Proud three points.

Only Xu Shaoting gave him a completely new look. When he thought about it, he was no different from the ordinary middle-class Caucasian teenagers he had seen, like a boy who grew up in an equal and positive social atmosphere.

Shaoting thought very simple about Aalto, seeing that he couldn't get any words out of his mouth, he lost interest and wanted to talk to him more, opening his mouth to be upset.Mrs. Zhang complained about the lack of manpower, Xu Yanran said a few words lightly, and Aalto and Zhang Qiuren volunteered.

Shao Ting said that he might try rolling the dumpling wrappers himself, Xu Yanran and Zhang Shi both disagreed, and they both frowned, saying that his hands should be the hands of "a thousand pieces of gold" for writing articles, and the last few adults, together with Shen Ling, It looks like a family, making dumplings "happily" around the table.

Zhang finally recalled that it was his son who said to them listlessly, "I'm going to the study to review my homework."

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Zhenzhen touched the study room, knocked on the door but no one answered, she opened the door lightly, and saw her elder brother sitting at the desk by the window.

Walking over with light steps, he called "Brother" softly, but the brother still didn't respond, if it wasn't for the crackling sound of the pen in his hand walking on the paper, he would have thought that Xu Shaoting had turned into a statue in front of the table.

The room was warmly lit and the sun was falling, making it feel drowsy and slightly drunk. With a click, the chandelier in the room was turned on, and Xu Shaoting was relieved. Turning around, he saw the little girl running over, leaning over him to look at the table. manuscript paper.

"Mom said my brother was reviewing his homework..." Zhenzhen changed her voice and raised her voice in surprise, "Is it a new novel?"

Xu Shaoting got up and left the table, crossed his hands and turned his fingers upwards, stretched his arms and swayed his waist from side to side. His brain was not completely out of the writing plot, and he was still thinking at a high speed, so he was very energetic, his eyes were shining like they would shine , the rest of the facial features showed fatigue, and the corners of the mouth raised and replied to Dao Zhenzhen: "I just wrote the beginning, and it's only about 3000 words."

After speaking, he took out his pocket watch from his pocket, looked at the time and found that he had written for at least three hours, and couldn't help but sighed heavily.

Zhenzhen was already sitting at the table, started reading from the first page of the manuscript, and asked casually, "Why are you sighing?"

Shaoting replied melancholy: "Writing more than 3000 words in three hours is too slow."

The speed of writing can't keep up with the speed of his brain. If he was replaced by a computer, he should be able to code more than [-] words in three hours without concentrating on the text.

"Is this still called slow?"

"It's not bad that I can write [-] characters in three hours!"

Zhenzhen said, her eyes have read the first page at a glance, and now her reading speed is getting faster, and this first page has already immersed the little girl in the plot.

At the beginning, Zhenzhen felt that the style of the story had changed a lot this time. As a vernacular novel, "The Way of the Great Dao" was already quite vernacular, but there are quite a lot of ancient sentences in the vernacular. Occasionally, I read a certain Some sentences and poems are also refreshing.

Then the title of this book is "I am doing infrastructure construction in a different world" - skip the meaning of the title first, after reading the content on the first page of the manuscript paper, Zhenzhen feels that this is the most obvious kind of vernacular.

She felt that people who had attended primary school could understand the story of the previous "The Great Dao of Immortal Journey", but now the style of this novel is like it is being told to four or five-year-old children—they should all be able to understand it.

Zhenzhen read the beginning, and murmured involuntarily in her heart: The beginning of this novel is really childish.

But because of its childishness, it is easier to read, and the strange plot makes her feel that "my brother's writing style seems to have regressed", and she unknowingly ended the beginning.

Zhenzhen finished reading the 3000-word novel in about 5 minutes, and Xu Shaoting also finished a set of stretching exercises on the side, and now he is shaking his head and moving his cervical spine.

The little girl put down the manuscript paper, smoothed the creases with her hands, opened her mouth and thought for a few seconds, looked at Xu Shaoting and said cautiously: "Brother, what is infrastructure?"

Shao Ting rubbed his stiff shoulders, suspecting that he would get "cervical spondylosis" sooner or later, and asked which prolific author could escape cervical spondylosis.

Hearing his sister's voice, he had thought about how to explain this question before writing.

He first asked: "If you are given an open space surrounded by mountains, water and plains, and now you need to build a village on this open space, what will you do first?"