The Little Lucky Girl

Ming Youyou was indeed a good friend of the storyteller. She knew that the storyteller would come out for a walk after he finished a story, so she took Zheng Huan and the other two to wait at the back door.

Sure enough, the storyteller arrived after a while.

Ming Youyou immediately ran up to him and smiled at him with her head tilted up.

The storyteller was also very happy to see his loyal little listener. He smiled and said, "Didn't you go to the capital? You're back so soon."

Then he saw two young men standing behind her, "Who are these two?"

Ming Youyou introduced them to him, "These are my friends, they are from the capital." She introduced the two people's surnames and then carefully observed the storyteller's expression.

He immediately became lively. "You two gentlemen are from the capital. My last name is Liu, and I like telling stories the most. Can you two tell me about the recent events in the capital..."

Ming Youyou breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the storyteller had no idea of ​​Zheng Huan and the others' identities.

Yes, the rumor is very different from the real person.

"Uncle Liu, we want to ask how to write a good script."

The storyteller has a lot to say about this topic. After all, he has lived on storytelling for half his life.

Although I have never written one myself, I can still give some advice: "The characters should have characteristics, the story should have suspense, and the plot should preferably be tortuous..."

After talking in a daze for a while, the storyteller paused and said, seeing Ming Youyou and the others looking at him blankly:

"At your age, it's not easy to make up a story out of thin air. Why don't you pick a story you like from the ones you know and rewrite it?"

This is easy to understand. Who hasn't heard gossip since childhood, especially those people from Beijing. They just need to pick a big melon that was causing a sensation at the time and change it by cutting off the beginning and the end.

Several people returned to the village in a happy mood. Feng Xu was about to cry when he saw them.

He had originally thought of sleeping in, then going to the river for some surfing, and maybe if he was lucky he could catch a fish to grill. However, he ended up being forced by Team A-1 and Team A-2 to work in the fields early in the morning.

He was now too tired to get up from his bed, groaning in pain here and there while listening to what Zheng Huan and the others had seen and heard in the county.

Hearing that storybooks can make money, he immediately perked up and sat up and said, "How about we write the 'Two Girls Fighting for the Top Scholarship' that caused a sensation in the capital?"

Lu Tai said: "It's not appropriate. Now the three families have married each other. It's not good to talk about what happened back then."

Feng Xu added: "What about the 'Sixth Prince's Hunting Ground Shock Case'? It was also widely reported at the time, and is still being talked about today."

Zheng Huan said, "The Sixth Prince was good to us. He even testified for us during the fight at the horse race. Let's not talk about him."

They themselves are victims of the rumors, so it is not appropriate for them to try to trick others.

Ming Youyou had been out all day, and when she came back she was tired after dinner. She yawned and said, "Then write the story of your enemy, and let the whole world know the bad things this villain did."

This proposal was good and was unanimously approved by the three.

As for enemies, everyone has a few, especially young people like them who are so impulsive. But if you really count them, then the biggest enemy is of course...

Lu Tai and Feng Xu looked at each other, and then they both looked at Zheng Huan.

Zheng Huan raised the corner of his mouth, "I have no objection."

Thus, a drama of house fighting in which the stepmother poisoned the legitimate son and forced the legitimate daughter to marry far away gradually took shape among the three people's conversations.

With a new goal of making money, life suddenly became more fulfilling.

In the morning, Zheng Huan and two other people went to work in the fields. After they came back, Zheng Huan and Lu Tai began to practice calligraphy and copy books; Feng Xu was thinking about the content of the story, making an outline and waiting to discuss it together.

Ming Youyou was much freer. She went to join the three of them in having fun, and when she felt bored, she ran out to play by herself.

First, I went to water their vegetable garden, then talked to my beloved little gourd seedlings, and then started digging soil everywhere, pouring pots of it in the yard, and adding water to mix it up.

Guo Ren, who brought her the chicks, looked at her in surprise, "Are you playing in the mud?"

Without the naming business, they had no source of eggs, so they decided to become self-reliant and exchanged their last few eggs for chicks from the villagers.

Ming Youyou rolled her eyes at him, "Am I that childish? Can't you see that I'm making up the words?"

He really couldn't tell what was going on. Guo Ren only saw streaks of mud on the ground. However, he was also very interested in this game, so he stayed and joined her.

The system flashed, silently turned on the camera and started filming.

Since the Intangible Cultural Heritage Research Institute learned that Ming Youyou's life had begun to stabilize, it adjusted her courses and added more hands-on practical content.

President Gu has always felt that in addition to the inheritance of skills, the broad connotations of intangible cultural heritage can benefit more people, especially children.

Those beautiful legends can expand children's imagination; understanding the inheritors' decades of love and perseverance can increase children's spiritual resilience.

As for the practice of skills, Dean Gu smiled as he watched the two children busy in front of the camera, trying to express a word with the method of embedded word beans. Isn't this training the children's spatial imagination and coordination ability?

This is no less effective than those toys that cost hundreds or thousands of star coins.

He couldn't help laughing as he watched the two children make a strange pattern by pinching the paper.

After thinking about it, he sent a message to an old friend.

The call was answered quickly. "Old Gu, are you going to call me for another meeting? It's not that I don't want to give you face, but my old arms and legs are useless. Let alone you, it's difficult for me to even take a walk outside..."

Dean Gu didn't say anything, but took a screenshot of the video and sent it over.

The other party was silent for a few seconds, "...Whose child is this, squeezed like this..."

Gu Lao replied: "I will give you the students I recruited in the other world."

The other party responded immediately, "What? Another world! Have you really contacted another world? Haha, Lao Gu, you are really something. You really made a fuss. Where are you? Wait, I will find you right away."

After a while, the door of Dean Gu's room was opened, and an old man about his age strode in.

Dean Gu looked at him calmly, "Old Qin, is this the old arms and legs you were talking about?"

Old Qin was not embarrassed at all, and said with a cheerful smile: "You said you had adopted a child for us, so even if I was lying on the hospital bed, I would come to see him. At our age, everything else is empty, but we can't let go of the inheritance of this craft."

Dean Gu felt sympathetic and didn't say much. He just showed him the video.

Old Qin looked at it for a while, frowned and said, "Their writing is quite complicated."

Dean Gu nodded, "Unlike our horizontal and vertical lines, there are many more curves, and some characters are more like a painting."