Wearing a county magistrate to build infrastructure

"What are you doing?" Tang Zisheng came in from the outside, and saw that Qingcheng was not lying on the bed reading miscellaneous notes, but was writing diligently, and was a little curious.

"A wedding gift for father and father." Xu Qingcheng said without raising his head, this meeting was getting to the point where it was going to be exciting, and he couldn't connect it once it was broken.

"New wedding gift?" Tang Zisheng picked up a page written next to the desk. The handwriting on the paper had long been different from the past. The clear and elegant lower script showed that the writer had put in a lot of effort to practice. "This is not Yan Yan. The story of the prime minister and his father-in-law."

"Yeah." Xu Qingcheng put down the last glance and nodded in satisfaction, "I just thought of the public opinion method you and Yiran said a few days ago, and now father and father don't need anything, and the two of us are not very skilled. shot.

That being the case, why don't you write a script for your father and dad.If someone sees it, their affection is not only known to old friends. "

"This idea is okay, but I'm afraid that my father-in-law and Yan Chengxiang will not want to show all the previous analysis to outsiders." Although Qingcheng wrote the story, the parties did not give authorization.

"Of course I know. I erased all the clues related to my father. I will send out the written one when my father and father get married. As for whether to send it to the bookstore, it is up to them."

"In the end, the one who mixed up the story can't be seen as Yan Chengxiang, or it should be changed into a fairy tale or the relationship between humans and ghosts is unfinished." Tang Zisheng began to raise opinions as a dog-headed military strategist.

"In this way, can dad still see that I'm writing about him?" Xu Qingcheng hesitated, although Zisheng's proposal was very tempting.

"The general structure of the story is as long as it is not biased. If you want to write about Yan Chengxiang and his father-in-law, you must not avoid the general and uncle. And the method I told the general and them earlier, it is estimated that the story of the general and uncle will spread from the imperial city soon. If There are people who have read both stories and found similarities between them, wouldn’t they be in danger of being exposed.”

So the best thing is to set a very different background, and the storyline should be handled more vaguely, so that the general structure is not bad, but most people can't think of it there.

"But if the love between ghosts and ghosts is over, don't you want to write about your father?" Xu Qingcheng couldn't say such an ominous word, "No, it can't be written like this even in a script."

"Then you can write about immortals descending to the earth to go through calamities, or goblins going out to practice cultivation, just a little bit of magic."

Tang Zisheng still believes that the acceptance of the dialogue books between boudoirs and buddies in ancient times is the element of father-in-law running with the ball.

Although it may not be very suitable in terms of etiquette, but most of the books that sell well are love that disregards the world, which is just right.

Xu Qingcheng put down his pen and looked at Tang Zisheng, "I thought you would think I was messing around, but I just saw you give your opinion, so I feel more excited than me."

"My husband-in-law is going to change his job from a doctor to a writer. I am naturally happy. Moreover, my husband is smart. He solved the wedding ceremony for Prime Minister Yan and his father-in-law so quickly, which saves my husband a lot of trouble. "Although he has prepared it, but now it seems that he won't need it.

"I don't know if my father and dad like what I prepared. Besides, I was only taught calligraphy by my dad before. I haven't read many books, so my writing may not be very good."

Xu Qingcheng was still a little worried. He just had a better life in the past two years. He read a lot of books that he hadn't read before, and he couldn't compare to other students who studied hard.

In this case, although most literati feel that the book is vulgar and unworthy of the table, it still takes a lot of effort to write.

"That's not necessarily the case." Tang Zisheng put away the dried books on the table one by one, "Writing a book also depends on talent, some people have excellent literary talents. But writing such popular works is not popular. If it is Qingcheng Don't worry, you can hand it over to Wei Fu to review the manuscript, and if there is something I think is not good, I can modify it."

Xu Qingcheng hugged Tang Zisheng with a smile. Seeing that the door was closed just now when Zisheng came in, she sucked on Tang Zisheng's face without shyness, "Well, thank you husband first."

Tang Zisheng's heart skipped a beat. Although they all called each other by their first names after marriage, Husband and Husband only called each other when they were having fun.But every time I go to Qingcheng to call him that, I always feel a little proud in my heart, and it is inconvenient to say it to outsiders.

"This is what you should do as a husband. You have written so much today. You must be tired. I will write the rest later. Now go somewhere with me." Tang Zisheng put the paper on the paperweight, and To take people out.

"Where are you going?" Xu Qingcheng was curious. Recently, Zisheng always liked to take him out, as if he wanted to make up for the days when he was not with him.

"Secret." Tang Zisheng responded mysteriously, and got into the carriage with Qingcheng.

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"They went out again?" When Xu Yingle heard the news, she felt a little helpless in her heart. Now that Qingcheng's body is not as good as before, why does she still run out all day like a child.

"After all, we are still young. If we were at this age when we were in love, I would also think about taking you out for a stroll every day." Yan Or took a sip of tea, telling Yingle to worry less.

"It's not a good spring day now. If you go out without wearing a thick cloak, you will be hurt by the wind. It's okay to stay at home and go out after this winter."

Xu Yingle's body is not as good as before, and she wears thick clothes even in the house, but Qingcheng and Zisheng always like to run outside at this time, they are really young.

"They are also going to be fathers and fathers. If we preach again, it will hurt their face."

Xu Yingle looked at whether he became his in the end, so he didn't speculate, so he went to Dianjinlou to see if there was any real business.

Before Yan or finished his cup of tea, he saw Yingle get up and go out, and he was very interested. In the early years, he and Yingle often turned each other's heads away angrily with one or two words. He had to endure for a few days before he was willing to bow his head. Now Yingle's actions are the same as before.

But at this meeting, Yan might not be so considerate of face, as soon as Yingle left, he put down his teacup and followed.

Xu Yingle walked in front, and when he heard footsteps behind him, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't turn his head.

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"It's so hot here." Xu Qingcheng followed Zisheng in a carriage to a mountain forest. He had never been to this place, but hearing the beating of soldiers, he guessed that it was a place where iron was refined near the vein.

"The cast iron is burned all the time here to make it warmer. Give me the cloak, otherwise I will be cold when I go out later."

The blacksmiths here are all strong and strong, even if they are naked, they don't feel cold, that is, they only wear thick clothes when they come in from the outside.

"Forging iron, but what good things have you made?" Xu Qingcheng looked around, and there were iron objects nearby. Apart from all kinds of exquisite weapons, he really didn't know what new things iron objects could make.

"Over there." Tang Zisheng smiled and led people there. This time he brought Qingcheng here because good things had just been baked here. Thinking that Qingcheng likes these fancy things the most, he opened his eyes.

"What are these?" Xu Qingcheng exclaimed. The row of utensils placed on the wooden display cabinet, even in the dim cave, is full of brilliance illuminated by the flames that are always fluttering. The porcelain fired in the official kiln is even more beautiful.

"It's Liuli. I asked the masters to try to make it before. I didn't expect to make it. I thought you would like it, so I asked the master to bring you here after finishing the batch of objects."

Tang Zisheng originally planned that if Qingcheng couldn't think of a good congratulatory gift, he would give Liuli as a gift to Prime Minister Yan and his father-in-law.

But I didn't expect that Qingcheng's whimsical idea was to write a book, then this colored glaze would be useless, and it would be just right for Qingcheng to use it to relieve boredom.

"They are really beautiful." Xu Qingcheng carefully picked up a glazed cup, which looked exquisite and felt very good in the hand.

"It will be more beautiful if it is placed in the sun, but it is the same as porcelain, and it can't help being bumped." Liuli will be very easy to operate in the future, and now it's just a rare thing.

"It should be so beautiful and fragile." Xu Qingcheng knew that the colored glaze was fragile, so he held it more carefully in his hand, "I am not willing to use it so beautiful, and I am satisfied as a handicraft in the house."

"All of them have been made into utensils. If you want to make handicrafts, you can make them at that time." I have fully mastered the glass making method, and I can do whatever I want in the future.

Xu Qingcheng put down the glazed cup suddenly, and looked at Tang Zisheng from top to bottom.Until Tang Zisheng was a little puzzled, he put his feet on his feet, held Zisheng's face in his hands, and whispered, "Husband, there is no one here. Tell me quietly if you were transformed by a monster in the mountains."

Tang Zisheng lowered his head along with his strength, and when he heard Qingcheng's words, he raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Why do you think so?"

"Otherwise, how could you make so many weird things. Although I read that there are many famous people in the miscellaneous journals, there are quite a few strange and obscene things they made.

But they have spent a lifetime of research, and my husband has made so many things in just three or two years, which is against common sense. "

"Unreasonable?" Tang Zisheng held the hand on his cheek with both hands, "Qingcheng is so unconfident about your husband, I am a genius."

"Although it is not impossible, but my husband just asked me back, which means that my husband also thinks otherwise."

Otherwise, with my husband's narcissistic personality, he would definitely admit it straightforwardly, and would not ask unnecessary questions.

Having been manipulated, Tang Zisheng had no choice but to hug him into his arms, "Fu Yun is smart, it seems that I will never be able to hide anything from Fu Yun in the future."

"Is that husband a monster?" Xu Qingcheng was nervous and excited. If it was really a monster, what kind of monster would that Zisheng be? According to the scriptures, the most common monster in the book is a fox, and Zisheng is so smart, it seems to be a good match again. The attributes of a fox, is it really a fox?

Tang Zisheng tapped Qingcheng's eyebrows lightly, "If I were a monster, wouldn't Qingcheng be in danger for you, thinking wildly all day long, it can be seen that you have read too many miscellaneous notes, and you are banned from miscellaneous notes for half a month."

"Uh..." Well done, how could he be forbidden to read books, how could he learn to write books without reading books.

"However, since Qingcheng guessed the difference between me and prepared for me to be a monster, it seems that Qingcheng has a strong ability to accept it. Originally, I promised Prime Minister Yan that we would wait until our child was born. Otherwise, I was afraid of scaring you. If you have fetal gas, it will be bad, and now it seems that it can be brought forward."

When Xu Qingcheng heard what Tang Zisheng said, he knew that the next thing must be no small matter.But no matter what Zisheng is, he is not afraid, so after a pause, Xu Qingcheng asked firmly, "What is it?"