[Red Chamber] I just want to be a dummy

The framework of this story was laid out by him a long time ago, and he thought that it would be enough to write it according to this framework.But after writing Daban, Jia Jing felt that if he wrote another sub-line, it might be more fluent.

Jia OCD Jing overturned the thick stack of things he had written, and wrote another way of thinking.

Or, while classmate Jia Xiaojing was writing, she felt that her choice of words was not appropriate, so she hurriedly flipped through the book to look it up.

Fortunately, even though Jia's family came from the army, they were at least rich, so even in Jia Jing's small study, there was no shortage of these books.

But in the past few days, Jia Jing has been stumped by a new problem.

He wrote a book about cultivating immortals, which requires a deep understanding of Taoist teachings.Of course, after all, Jia Jing has been a fake Taoist priest for several years, so he still has a basic understanding of this.

But Jia Jing couldn't remember some details.Jia Jing recalled it several times but did not recall why, but instead broke several pages.

It's a pity that such things as Taoist classics, no matter how wealthy Jia Daihua is, would not be placed in his son's study.

His son is not very reliable. Jia Daihua knew it, and he didn't know what he had seen to make a fuss about being a playboy.If he saw this, he would become a monk and Taoist again, and he would have no place to cry.

Jia Jing sighed, and decided to go to the bookstore tomorrow to buy some Taoist books.

The second is that although he is motivated to write a book that is different from others, he still thinks that at least his book will not be too deserted.

Therefore, Jia Jing thought about going to the teahouse to listen to more books, and at least learn about the routines that people like nowadays.

By the way, listen to the gossip at the teahouse, but don't underestimate these gossips, some even the channels of news dissemination of money from noble families are not as many as gossips in the bustling teahouses in Beijing.

Now that he has no money and no power, this is the only way to know more information.

When Jia Fu walked in, he found that in the clean and tidy study room, the balls of paper that his younger brother made all over the floor were obviously written by Jia Jing.

"Jing'er, what are you doing?" Jia Fu asked.

"Brother?" Jia Jing frantically tried to cover up the written pages in front of him, because his elder brother's temperament must not like him writing a storybook.

What's more, he has just written that the protagonist has been poisoned by seductiveness, and he is almost going to have sex with the witch.In order to cater to the current fashion, he also wrote very eloquently.

If Jia Fu sees it, he will not only be punished, but also lose the manuscripts he wrote so hard.

What's more, he is still an immature boy now, and his brother will probably ask him where he knows it when he sees such an evocative description.Maybe the road of dandyism will have to suffer an unprecedented blow.

"What? I can't read these yet?" Jia Fu raised his eyebrows, Jia Jing's behavior was obviously ulterior motives.

Jia Fu didn't even think about snatching the plate of paper that Jia Jing had been busy hiding, but unfolded the "hidden weapon" he had just caught.

"The giant beast with its bloody mouth wide open in front of him suddenly had a fighting spirit, and the sword that had been held in his hand also showed its sharpness as a magic weapon at this moment. Zhan Xing's body His aura also exploded..."

Jia Fu read the words on the paper. I have to say that his younger brother's writing skills have improved a lot in the past few days, but what is this?Word book?

Jia Jing listened to Jia Fu read a paragraph he had written before, and he didn't know that he should be thankful that what he just threw out was not a beautiful paragraph.

You should still be ashamed. It's a bit shameful to hear others read what you wrote in a straight voice.

"Jing'er is writing a script these days?" If you write a script, it can explain why Jia Jing immediately covered up what he wrote when he saw him coming.

Now that he was caught, Jia Jing naturally had nothing to deny, so he hesitated to admit it.

Jia Fu glanced at his younger brother expectantly, thinking that they simply don't have any big demands on Jia Jing, and it's nothing to write a book.

What's more, writing a storybook is better than going to brothels every day like the boy from Jinxiang Hou's family.Although writing a storybook is a vulgar thing in the eyes of others, and its reputation is not very good, it is better than visiting brothels and Chu houses at a young age and fighting over a prostitute.

Therefore, Jia Fu also planned to mention Jia Jing, "Dad, he always thought that you were studying hard in the study these days."

The meaning of these words is to let Jia Jing pay attention, if Jia Daihua knows that Jia Jing is writing a script when he locks himself in the study, he will become angry if he fails to keep it all, and beat Jia Jing again.

"Why does the old man have such abnormal thoughts? I'm not stupid. I finally don't have to stop studying. Why am I still torturing myself?" Jia Jing said incredulously.

"Don't say that in front of dad." Jia Fu glanced at Jia Jing speechlessly, he always felt that for some reason, his younger brother was much more lively recently.

"Go out and walk more if you have nothing to do. I have no objection to you writing a script, but don't burn your eyes because of this." Jia Fu warned again worriedly.

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After several months of hard work, Jia Jing finally wrote the first script in his ginseng.

After the story book is finished, it is natural to find a bookstore to print it out, so that other people can also know about him, and it can also prepare for getting acquainted with the new emperor through the story book in the future.

The pretentious, handsome and invincible Jia Xiaojing felt that this book was a collection of his own painstaking efforts. He checked a lot of information before writing this book.

"Cang Zhu, prepare the car, let's go to the family bookstore to sell manuscripts." After walking for a long time, Jia Jing, whose legs were blistered and almost walked back home with the dog in his arms, naturally didn't want to walk any more. I went to Beishi.