The best grandson of Nongmen

"No problem." Qi Lingling responded with a smile.

Fan Mingzu was itching to know what Qi Lingling had written that could make Rong Wenxu agree so quickly.

"Mr. Rong, can you read and scold me when I think of a story? Recently, I have also thought of a beginning." Qi Wenming said immediately.

Rong Wenxu smiled slightly and said, "Of course."

After all, he wanted to give Lingling and Dalang some face, and if the story really didn't work, he could still refuse.

Fan Mingzu also had some thoughts.

He looked at Rong Wenxu.

Rong Wenxu smiled lightly and said, "As long as it's a good story, I can accept it."

He also really wanted to take care of the study, so as to give them a new start when they return to the Hou Mansion.

"Twenty taels of silver? What's the story? What good story can the girl tell at such a young age?" Mrs. Fan stopped immediately when Fan Mingzu came back to chat.

Fan Mingzu sighed and said: "Hey, Wenxu is not a fool. He opened a bookstore to make money. He would definitely not do business at a loss. And who said that this story must be experienced before it can be written, just like studying, Some people are born with a photographic memory, and ordinary people have no way to compare.”

Mrs. Fan rolled her eyes and said, "Does he accept any stories?"

"Collect all the good stories." Fan Mingzu looked at Nai's eyes and said immediately: "Nai, don't even think about it. Stories like those about family and friends can be seen everywhere on the street. Wen Xu will definitely not do that. He who receives it.”

The interest that Mrs. Fan had just mentioned suddenly disappeared. She glared at Fan Mingzu angrily and said, "What if you take a fancy to it?"

"It's impossible to take a fancy to it," Fan Xiucai said.

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Granny Fan stopped talking when the two father and son said this, but her expression was not very good.

Everyone in the Qi family is happy for Qi Lingling.

"I'll return these ten taels of silver to you." Qi Lingling pushed the silver back.

If her story sells well, it won't be a problem to earn 100 taels this year.

Yuan Anyu smiled lightly and said, "I'll leave the money with you first. It's useless for me to hold it."

Qi Lingling stared at Yuan Anyu and said, "You can use it to treat your classmates to dinner and build a good relationship with them."

Yuan Anyu smiled lightly and said, "No need, we have Wenxu and Mingzu at the school now, so there is no need to worry about this at all."

Qi Wenming stared at the ten taels of silver with hot eyes, "If you don't need it, you can just give it to me."

Qi Lingling immediately put away the money and said, "Uncle, you can't get something for nothing. You'd better think about the story you want to write quickly. Brother Rong is just beginning to be short of stories. Maybe you can get through it."

"Hey, isn't that what I was thinking? It's too hot today and I can't calm down at all." Qi Wenming hummed.

"You can't calm down. Why can't I calm down when I come back to do my homework every day? I don't even want to talk about you." Xu Yuanniang said rudely.

Qi Wenming curled his lips in dissatisfaction and said, "Can we be the same?"

Xu Yuanniang didn't want to speak anymore.

Qi Wenming made up his mind that he must have a good story with him, so he became more attentive to Feng's house in the next few days, and even sent out several cold noodles for this purpose.

Xu Yuanniang and Qi Yuanfeng didn't say anything when they saw him. Their things were worthless, and this silly boy was just a relationship, so they turned a blind eye.

Not to mention, half a month has passed, Qi Wenming’s side

I really wanted to come up with a complete suspense story, because Mr. Feng had decades of experience. After listening to it, Qi Lingling slightly exaggerated some things, and finally added Yuan Anyu's writing style. He was the first The story sold for 15 taels, which was a direct buyout.

The main reason is that Qi Wenming's output is unstable, and it is also his first time writing a story. If the first volume of stories is well received, the two parties can continue to talk later.

Qi Wenming held 15 taels of silver in his pocket and muttered nonchalantly: "I want to buy some wine for Grandpa Feng, and then some gifts for my parents. Lingling, Dalang, whatever you want, I will buy it for you too."

"Uncle, you should give part of this money to Brother Yuan. He helped you write the story. You should also give some of the retouching fee." Qi Lingling said,

Qi Wenming nodded happily.

"Then give me five taels." Qi Lingling continued.

When he heard this number, Qi Wenming said with a pained look on his face: "Is it too much?"

Qi Lingling just looked at him.

Qi Wenming thought that Yuan Anyu had been helping write stories until very late every day during this period. Hey, forget it, I might ask him for help in the future, so just give it.

But if I had known he would have learned to write on his own!

Yuan Anyu took the five taels of silver and gave it to Qi Lingling.

Qi Lingling was not polite and accepted it directly.

Qi Wenming looked at the two of them. Well, he felt much better after seeing this.

Within a day, the whole street knew that Qi Wenming had made money writing his storybooks.

Mrs. Fan was very sad, "This is a business without capital. Has your family given any money to the Feng family?"

"If you ask me, it's all thanks to Mr. Feng. If it weren't for him,

If you tell your Wenwen those stories about committing crimes, how can your Wenwen write a storybook? "

Neighbors also agreed. Someone saw the Feng family's daughter-in-law passing by and even grabbed her to talk about it.

The Feng family's daughter-in-law smiled lightly and said: "Oh, my father-in-law often tells those things as stories to the children at home. He even tells you a lot, but in the end he can write it into a storybook and let the bookstore accept only civilized people. It shows that This is based on people’s ability to civilize themselves, so don’t be upset, you people.”

She was quite excited about the 15 taels of silver, but as soon as Qi Wenming got the money, he bought drinks and roast chicken for their father-in-law. In total, there were more than one tael of silver. It can be said to be very generous. The father-in-law and the My men have told them at home not to listen to these things from the outside. This is the money they should earn.

When Mrs. Fan saw the Feng family's daughter-in-law smiling, she was not even a little angry, and she suddenly felt very boring.

Xu Yuanniang was very happy. These people still wanted to sow discord between them. It was really idle.

Feng Xiaopang pestered Qi Lingling and said, "Teach us how to write stories too. We also want to make money."

Zheng Yongzi also stared at Qi Lingling.

Qi Lingling lay on the ground to enjoy the cool air, looked at the two of them impatiently and said, "The story you told me is totally wrong. Anyone on the street can tell it."

"I'll ask my dad and grandpa when I get back. I'll come over and tell you then." Feng Xiaopang said immediately.

Qi Lingling refused directly: "No, in this case, you can find a ghostwriter and let them write it for you."

Brother Yuan is the only one in the family who can write. She doesn't want to increase his workload.

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Seeing that the two children were unhappy, she sighed in her heart and said slowly: "Writing stories is not that simple. We have a story in our minds, but different people will feel different when telling it."