Siheyuan starts a 100,000-acre farm

Qin Jingru was stunned by this scene. She didn't expect that Li Aiguo could really write.

She saw the ten or so words that Li Aiguo had been holding back last night early in the morning.

Although his handwriting was very good, he only wrote about ten words in a few hours, so she really didn't have any hope for Li Aiguo.

It's just kidding, but 5000 words makes a difference. You have to know that nowadays the requirement for writing an essay is only to words.

Being able to write 5000 words is already very impressive.

Li Aiguo even gave himself a pen name, which was called Children of China.

In this land, there are some things you can choose not to do, but you can never not say them.

There are some things you can do, but you can't say them even if a knife is at your neck.

Moreover, Li Aiguo also felt that this pen name was more suitable for his identity background.

Li Aiguo has hardly gone out these days and has been typing at home.

It took me a week to write more than 3 words and used more than 60 sheets of A4 paper.

Nowadays, A4 paper is a kind of white paper with red lines on it.

They all feel very good to use, especially Li Aiguo's handwriting, which looks exactly like a copybook, stroke by stroke.

"Nephew, is nephew home?"

A hoarse voice was heard, and one could tell from the sound that Li Yunlong had arrived.

As expected, he barged in without even knocking and picked up Li Aiguo.

What Li Aiguo didn't expect was that Tian Yu also came, and the person in his arms should be Li Tank.

As expected, Li Yunlong immediately began to introduce. :

"Come here, Xiao Tian'er, let me introduce you. This is my eldest nephew, Li Aiguo."

"Aiguo, this is your aunt Tian Yu and your brother Li Kang."

"Hello, auntie, and hello, brother Li Kang!"

Li Aiguo also greeted them one by one in a childish tone.

This is Li Yunlong staring at the manuscript on Li Aiguo's desk and saying:

"Aiguo, what did you write? I didn't expect your handwriting to be so beautiful."

Uncle, I’m writing about your life. I’ve just written tens of thousands of words, but it’s not finished yet.

"My whole life? Good! Good! Good!"

"I didn't expect that our Li family would produce a cultured person!"

Sure enough, Li Yunlong became interested as soon as he heard it. He was a boastful and ostentatious person, so he was naturally very happy to hear that Li Aiguo was writing his autobiography.

Although he had just graduated from a military academy, it was only two years later, and his education level was just that, at best, illiterate.

However, Li Aiguo used a lot of vernacular to describe it in order to suit the general public of that era. Therefore, Li Yunlong could understand it. However, although he could understand it and thought it was good, he didn't know what was good about it.

"Xiaotian, come and take a look. This guy writes well! Not only is the handwriting good, but the story is also fascinating."

Li Yunlong didn't understand, but his wife did. Tian Yu came from a scholarly family. His father, Tian Moxuan, was a talented man who graduated from Yenching University. His mother, Shen Danhong, came from a prominent family in Jiangnan and graduated from Jinling Women's University.

It's easy to tell that Tian Yu himself is not much worse off in such a family environment.

As expected, Tian Yu was stunned after reading it. With her high literary literacy, she knew that Li Aiguo must have spent a lot of energy to write this book.

However, the description of the overall environment and the details was not something that a child like Li Aiguo could write. After a long while, Tian Yu lowered his head, looked at Li Aiguo and said seriously:

"Patriotic! Did you really write this? It's so well written!"

Li Aiguo was very shameless and immediately claimed it as his own. He raised his face with his hands behind his back and said confidently:

"Of course I wrote this. I spent several days writing it. If you don't believe me, ask Qin Jingru!"

Of course Qin Jingru would agree with what Li Aiguo said. Not to mention that she did see from beginning to end that it was written by Li Aiguo, even if it was not written by him, she would still say it was. Qin Jingru's character is typical of helping her relatives instead of others.

"Xiaotian, this is where you are wrong. How can you question my nephew? Look at this bookcase full of books. I can tell he is well-read."

Li Yunlong was also unhappy and pointed at the room full of books and said to Tian Yu.

Tian Yu also knew that he might have said something wrong, and immediately explained to Li Aiguo:

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that your writing is so good that it's hard to believe. My father might not be able to write such a book."

Li Yunlong already had some grievances against Tian Moxuan, and the two had always been at odds. Everyone knew about their ideological problems, which were nothing more than issues of national interests and ideology.

The two people's backgrounds also led to their discord. Tian Moxuan thought that Li Yunlong was a butcher and a rough man who was not worthy of Tian Yu at all. Li Yunlong also thought that Tian Moxuan was an old scholar.

Therefore, when Li Yunlong heard Tian Yu mention his father, he became even more unhappy.

"Xiaotian, you can't think that everyone can't write just because your father can't. You know, our Li family has this gene. I heard from my grandfather that our ancestors also had a scholar."

"I, Li Yunlong, was a handsome young man in the surrounding villages. If it weren't for the notebook I kept when I was little, I would at least be a college student and an intellectual now."

Li Aiguo was speechless. He now wondered if he and Li Yunlong were really related by blood. Both of them were so shameless.

Tian Yu obviously knew her man's character, and was too lazy to pay attention to his boasting. Instead, she turned to look at Li Aiguo and said:

"Aiguo, if you wrote this novel, your aunt would publish it for you. Your novel is very well written and can definitely be published, and even win an award."

Li Aiguo didn't react much, but Li Yunlong was excited. You know, he was the protagonist of the novel, the real star.

Then he snatched the manuscript from Tian Yu's hand and read it carefully. After all, it would be published for people all over the country to see, so he had to comment on it carefully:

"Nephew, some of your writing is wrong, especially the description of my image, which is completely wrong. Although I don't look good now, I was a handsome young man when I first joined the army. And how could I, Li Yunlong, be a rough man? I am a serious Confucian general."

"Your mother didn't know much about my affairs back then, so I'd better tell you about it myself!"

Li Yunlong thought that his experience was told to him by Li Aiguo's mother, so he took Li Aiguo's hand and boasted to him, telling him how he had planned and strategized throughout his life, how he had fought bravely in battle, and how he had torn the little notebook in two.