The Farmer’s Eldest Daughter Has a Spatial Pocket

Uncle Gu is interested in storytelling. Before Gu Yundong went to the capital last year, he asked him to try his courage to tell stories for everyone in the village.

Unexpectedly, this test made the courage completely fat.

After talking a few times in the village, he went to the Jinxiu Restaurant in the county seat and offered himself to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper didn't know the relationship between him and Gu Yundong. He didn't want him at first. After all, they were a restaurant, not a teahouse, so they didn't need a storyteller.

Later, he didn't know what to say, but the shopkeeper agreed with him to try it.

Unexpectedly, the business of the day turned out to be surprisingly good. Gu Xiaoxi's spirit was completely different from those old storytellers in the teahouse. Standing there, he couldn't help attracting attention.

In addition, the content of the storytelling is very fresh, not as old-fashioned as in the teahouse, and the tone of his speech is cadence, which quickly attracted a group of customers.

Gu Xiaoxi didn't talk about it every day. According to him, it was to observe and accumulate experience.

Gu Yundong was curious about what he was observing, and then saw that he took out a notebook and handed it to her, smiling mysteriously.

Gu Yundong glanced at him suspiciously, then opened the book, and the next moment his eyes widened in surprise.

"You, you wrote it??"

Gu Xiaoxi nodded, "How is it? Isn't it good? I wrote down everything I thought. This is what you reminded me. You said you should observe the little things around you. Your words come from life and are higher than life. , magnify the small things, then compose a story, and then use it to tell a story, it can be more novel than other storytellers."

So at first he planned to write a storybook first, but he got stuck and couldn't write it out.

He just thought of a way to go to the restaurant and talk about it first, and see which part of the speech others responded to and cheered loudly, and he knew what kind of plot was interesting and exciting to others.

Then come back and continue writing.

After all, most of his time is not actually a storyteller, but a storybook.

Seeing him like this, Chang Yaya jokingly said that she should just write the book, Yun Dong likes to read the book very much.

Gu Xiaoxi heard that it made sense, and went to the bookstore to ask, and learned that the books of those popular words could also make a lot of money.

He was so moved that he buried himself in writing, and now he has written a book.

Gu Yundong really didn't expect that his interest would be bent in this direction, writing a storybook? Quite interesting.

She lowered her head and began to read the story written by Gu Xiaoxi.

how to say?

"The choice of words and sentences is weak, the sentences are not smooth, the idioms are very poor, and there are many typos... However, the plot is very exciting."

Gu Xiaoxi's face was a little green because of the words in front of her, but the last sentence healed him instantly.

"Actually, eldest brother said the same thing, isn't it impossible? I haven't read any books before, so I don't know much about literacy, but I'm studying hard now, and I'll definitely write better in the future. I'm still a draft. , Write it down when you have an idea in your head, or you will forget it."

Gu Yundong nodded and expressed her approval. She returned the book to Gu Xiaoxi, "Uncle, keep working hard."

Gu Xiaoxi nodded vigorously, finding the same thing and moving in this direction is a very beautiful thing.

He put away the notebook, and just wanted to say something, Yang rushed over, grabbed Gu Yundong and ran away.