[Red Chamber] Buddhist concubine

"Surprise..." Cui Palm stared blankly.

"Accident..." Hong Zong smiled stiffly.

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Guo Momo burst out laughing: "I think this ending is a good change."

Zhou Yao raised her eyebrows: "Yes, yes, I think it's good too. Where in this world are there so many idiots who complain about women, but those women seem to have no brains, and they even have sex with their parents for a man who has only known each other for a few days. Cut off the relationship, and in the end the man moved on, but she is still willing to be a concubine."

Red Palm and Cui Palm looked at each other with frozen expressions.

Red Brown is okay, because of his personality, he seldom reads scripts, and most of them read after Zhou Yao became pregnant.Cui Palm is different. She used to borrow scripts from other people to read them in her spare time, and she often cried for the sadomasochism of the protagonist in the scripts. She even imagined that if she could marry the scripts How good the protagonist in the novel should be.

But now hearing what Zhou Yao said, why do they feel that the story they read before is so wrong?

However, Mother Guo appreciated Zhou Yao's words very much: "That's the truth! If it wasn't so, how could those wives be worried that their daughters would change their temperament after reading the script? It's just a pastime! The story itself is too ridiculous , It is completely unreasonable, and most of the girls in the boudoir are naive and ignorant of world affairs, so they are too easily deceived by these words, thus ignoring the reality of daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, leaving only ridiculous love in their hearts."

Although he is not full of love and love, but also dreams of meeting a handsome scholar Cui Palm: "..."

He didn't think about anything, but he also believed in the story in the storybook: "..."

Mother Guo didn't care about the reaction of the two, and praised Zhou Yao with a smile, "If Aunt Yao is really going to write this story, it will be the first of its kind, and it will definitely cause a sensation."

Zhou Yao was calmer: "Nurse Guo, don't praise me. Although I am going to write this story, I also know that if this kind of story is known by others, I will not be happy, and it may cause reprimand."

"What's the matter?" Mother Guo laughed, "Aunt Yao isn't going to reveal her real name. Even if she gets insulted, how will it affect you? Besides, have you forgotten about the Lin family? After you write the story, think about it. Find a way to sell it to the storyteller in the tea house of the Lin family. When the story is written to the point where the heroine kills her husband and the princess cheats on her, if it really attracts scolding as you fear, you can just ask your wife for help, and she will definitely give you your identity. It is well hidden and will never be found out.”

Zhou Yao's eyes lit up, how could she forget that she was backed by the Lin family, and the Lin family has many similar industries?

Besides, she didn't need to show up in person when she was selling novels. Even if someone traced her identity, they would probably only be able to find out about the Lin family.And as long as it is found that the author of the novel is related to the Lin family, no matter who the other party is, those people can only give up and continue to investigate due to the influence of the Lin family.

The worries of the future were resolved so quickly, and Zhou Yao's desire and desire to write novels was unprecedentedly high. She picked up a brush and brushed a few times...

Well, I couldn't write a few words either.

When you have not mastered the skill of writing brush characters, it is really slow and painful to write with your wrist hanging in the air, and the most important thing is that the written characters are particularly ugly.

Before Zhou Yao wrote a few lines, she couldn't help but look at Hong Zong: "Red Zong, does the house raise geese?"

Hong Zong was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "There are a lot of livestock in Zhuangzi, so naturally there are geese."

"Then go and find me some thicker goose feathers, I can use them."

Red Brown ran to the kitchen in a daze.

It's also a coincidence that the kitchen happened to kill a few geese for cooking today.She quickly found the maid she had befriended in the kitchen, and asked her for some tail feathers.

The servant girl felt strange: "What do you want the goose's feathers for? If you want to make a shuttlecock, the shuttlecock made of chicken feathers is the most beautiful and the highest kicker."

Hong Brown shook her head: "It's not making shuttlecocks." But she really doesn't know what Goose Feather can do.

The two chatted casually, and Hong Zong took the goose feather to say goodbye and left.

Looking at the 20-centimeter goose feather on her hand, Zhou Yao nodded in satisfaction.She said a few steps according to memory, and after asking Hong Zong to help with the simple treatment of the goose feathers, she got a few quill pens that are convenient for writing.

Facing the curious eyes of the other three, Zhou Yao put the quill pen in the inkstone to absorb the ink, and then began to write the first novel in her life on the white paper (the previous failed novel was not counted).

[Qian Mao from Tuzhou in the south of the Yangtze River was admitted as a scholar at a young age. After the news spread, he became very popular and was often invited by wealthy families to visit him.Today, Prefect Wu came to invite...]

Xu was emotional, Zhou Yao didn't feel stagnant at all when she wrote the beginning, and she wrote the beginning of what she thought in her heart very smoothly.

Fast-paced, intensely contradictory, and straight to the point.

It was completely written in the style of an online novel, but when she finished writing the beginning and handed it to Nanny Guo and the others for a closer look, the three of them all gave her a high evaluation in unanimous agreement.

"Although I don't know why, the stories written by my aunt are indeed better than those written by others." Cui Palm looked serious.

"The story written by Aunt Yao is obviously more verbose than other people's, but my servant thinks that you write better. If this storybook shop sells it, this servant will definitely be willing to spend money." Starting from reality, Hong Zong affirmed Zhou Yao's story.

Guo Nanny was more serious, and after reading it, her eyes were also a little excited: "This Qian Mao is really ridiculous..."

After a pause, she couldn't help laughing, "Aunt Yao is indeed capable, except that the words are not elegant enough, this story is indeed more attractive than those books sold in bookstores. But since you plan to sell this story to Storyteller, the choice of words is not worth caring about."

"This story is very good." Mother Guo gave a thumbs up, "I can imagine how much shock it will cause when this story reaches the final turning point."

Zhou Yao burst out laughing: "I actually want to see the shocked expressions of those pedantic literati when they heard the ending, and I don't know if they can maintain their demeanor by then."

Guo Nanny raised her eyebrows and laughed: "Maybe you will yell at me?"

Zhou Yao frowned: "That's really great."

She was about to speak when the two girls in the crib began to cry one after the other.Zhou Yao proficiently leaned over half of her body to check the diapers under her two daughters: "Ah, I peed. Red brown, go and call the nanny."

A few days later, Zhou Yao finally wrote [-] words.In order to prevent the calligraphy from leaking out, each of Red Palm and Cui Palm copied the beginning of the story, and then they found the maid outside and gave them the beginning of the story.

"You must make no mistake. This story can only be given to the storyteller in the Lin Family Teahouse, and it doesn't matter how much it costs, as long as it can be sold." Hong Zong seriously told the servant girl, "But if no one wants to buy it, you must buy it." Take it back as it is, don't miss a piece of paper."

The servant girl looked solemn: "Sister Hongzong, don't worry, if you lose a piece of paper, I will come to see you!"

Hong Zong couldn't laugh or cry: "It's not that serious."

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