Time passed by in a hurry, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Ling Yun is now over eight years old, and I have to sigh that it has been more than eight years since he came into this world.
In the academy, it was also officially promoted from the children's class to the children's class.
It should be noted here that the children's class is a class for preparing for the children's examination, not a children's class for young children at the beginning.
Children in the children's class generally have reviewed enough and have a certain degree of confidence, so the master will let them take the test. If they pass the children's examination, they will be born as children.
If a child is lucky enough to pass the imperial examination after he is born, he will be considered a scholar. If he passes the imperial examination, he will gain fame.
At the beginning of spring in March, the Ling family took a break from their busy schedule and sat around the courtyard, chatting about everything.
Ling Yun was sitting at home, telling stories when he had nothing to do.
As for what story to tell, it must be the mythical story of Journey to the West that will be well-known in later generations!
"It is said that before the chaos began, there was darkness in the sky and on earth, and there was a giant holding a divine ax to break through the chaos. All things were born here. This is called the creation of the world by the giant Pangu."
"It is said that Nuwo Butian left a five-color sacred stone and placed it in the East China Sea. This five-color sacred stone absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon over the years, and a stone monkey was born..."
Ling Yun's childish voice slowly sounded in the courtyard, and the stories were so bizarre that everyone was incredulous.
When he talked about the birth of the stone monkey to the stone monkey making a scene in the sky, everyone burst into exclamations. Even his parents were entranced.
Ling Yun's mouth went dry as he talked. He paused for a while and drank all the water in the bowl beside him. Everyone looked at him eagerly.
Sanwa couldn't help but urge, "Brother, what happens next? What happens next?"
Looking at the expectant looks in everyone's eyes, Ling Yun cursed, thinking, isn't this just making trouble for himself?
Seeing everyone in the Ling family being attracted by Journey to the West, Ling Yun suddenly had an idea.
It is said that this Journey to the West myth has been very popular in later generations. It is such an exquisite and popular masterpiece. If I wrote it myself, would it be possible in ancient times...
Originally, he had always wanted to do some profitable business, and writing novels had always been a plan that he had never forgotten.
Just thinking about it, I suddenly thought that the myth of Journey to the West was a banned book in the Ming Dynasty!
Think about the phrase "The emperor takes turns, come to my house next year", such rebellious words, I am afraid that even bookstores dare not sell it.
"Mom and Dad, please don't spread the story that the child just told." Ling Yun warned everyone in the Ling family with lingering fear.
"Why is this?"
Ling Daren was puzzled. He felt that the story Ling Yun just told was exquisite and fascinating. It was such a good and novel story, and he still wanted to show off when he went out.
"I also heard from the old man in the library of the academy that this was a banned book. Because of his treason, he was imprisoned. The court also did not allow others to talk about the stories he wrote. If he was discovered, the result would be that he would be treated as an outlaw.
Party, put in jail."
Ling Yun downplayed it, but when everyone heard it, they couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Ah? Stop talking, son, we won't listen anymore, and you don't want to talk anymore." As soon as he finished speaking, Yang was really frightened and quickly stopped Ling Yun from continuing to talk.
Sanwa also gritted her teeth at this time and looked at him nervously.
Looking at the tense atmosphere, Ling Yun smiled and said, "It's okay. We can listen to it at home and won't spread it outside."
"No, no, no, son, just in case, the walls have ears, so we won't talk about it anymore." Yang waved his hands repeatedly, disagreeing with his suggestion.
Ling Yun was secretly happy inside, but on the outside he nodded reluctantly.
As if to say to everyone again, you see it's not me who didn't stop talking, it was you who didn't let me talk, you can't blame me for that.
If I can’t write Journey to the West, then what about Dream of Red Mansions?
However, as soon as he had this idea, Ling Yun himself suppressed it. Not to mention the boringness of Dream of Red Mansions, he felt that it would not be loved by the ancients just because of the various complicated family relationships.
Not to mention Water Margin, that was a rebellion!
If you think about it carefully, modern people traveled back in time to ancient times and wrote Water Margin, leading the ancients to rebel against Fengchao. He was arrested and imprisoned the day after the new book was released, and eighteen years later he was a good man again.
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The Romance of the Three Kingdoms is fine, as it is the achievement that every general longs for, but plots such as the heroes competing for the throne and the divided world must not be shown.
So Ling Yun started writing the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but the plot fluctuated slightly.
Speaking of the general trend of the world, if it is divided for a long time, it will be united, and if it is united for a long time, it will be divided. The seven kingdoms fought over the weekend and merged into Qin. After the destruction of Qin, Chu and Han fought against each other and merged into Han...
During Ling Yun's three days of rest, he actually wrote 50,000 words.
The day before school, Ling Yun asked Old Uncle Zhou to drive him to the county.
It turns out that old man Zhou was still confused. We usually don’t leave early in the morning on the third day, so why did we go earlier today? We had to leave one afternoon in advance.
Ling Yun just said that he had something to do and wanted to go to the county academy to buy some paper, ink, pens and inkstones. He might not be able to make it the next morning. Besides, at that time, the bookstore might not be open.
Ling Yun approached the bookstore owner anxiously and informed him of his intention. The boss looked at him in surprise, with a look of disbelief on his face.
The boss knew Ling Yun because Ling Yun came to the bookstore to find him a year ago and asked if he could copy books here.
Ling Yun's original intention of coming to the academy to copy books was to practice calligraphy, because practicing calligraphy not only takes time, but also wastes a lot of paper and ink.
Ling Yun had an idea and thought of this method.
The boss was naturally surprised when he saw that a child as young as Ling Yun wanted to take over the book copying job.
However, he did not refuse. After all, he was open for business regardless of age.
With a smile on his face, he brought a book and a piece of paper and asked him to copy it on the paper.
Ling Yun was not timid, so he copied this book. The bookstore owner saw that although his handwriting was not very good, he could barely read it.
After all, there are very few people who are willing to copy books. Most of them are poor scholars who have no money to live.
This is because the profit from copying books is not very high. Excluding the cost of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the remuneration given by the bookstore is only between 100-200 words per thousand words.
After listening to the bookstore owner's explanation, Ling Yun realized that not only people who can write can copy books, but also that not everyone can sell books they copy.
The minimum and most basic requirements for copying books are that they must be copied neatly, the font size must be consistent, and there must be no mistakes in every word on every piece of paper.
Such a request caused Ling Yun to be very careful every time he copied a book.
The first book I copied was about 1,000 words long. I still remember that it took about half a month.
When Ling Yun first copied the book, there were not only traces of typos and corrections on the paper, but also spots contaminated by ink. The fonts were inconsistent, and some were even a bit scrawled.
As a result, he spent half a month copying the first book, but in the end he couldn't make a penny. He even vaguely discovered that the bookstore owner wanted him to compensate for the loss of paper and ink.
This chapter has been completed!