Chapter 6 Dreams are from the heart, and the thoughts are like thunder
This vast world was called "Dream Ze" by Chen Cuo.
Ever since he got the gourd, he would come here every time he fell asleep.
Meng Ze Xuan Miao, such as the pile of books in front of him, should have been collected by his friend.
Why is it called collection?
Because according to Chen Cuo's speculation, these books were originally piled in friends' homes and research laboratories, and were finally put into the small gourd before they appeared in Mengze and were transferred to his hands.
And if you want to bring in things from the outside world, there are also tips and tricks -
Use that little gourd to collect it.
But there are conditions and limitations.
First of all, the thing must be smashed, broken, or at least divided into two halves. In short, no matter who breaks it, the thing that wants to be put into the gourd cannot be complete.
Secondly, the breaking time cannot exceed one hour. Once it exceeds, it cannot be closed.
These may sound complicated, but they are actually very simple——
One day, Chen Cuo smashed a porcelain vase half a man's height into pieces in the Hou Mansion when no one was around. Then, with lightning speed, he held a gourd to the fragments and spat out the word "Collect".
Words, all the fragments are sucked into the gourd.
Once you enter the gourd, you can find it in the Dream Pool.
"Gather!"
After he uttered a word to the fragments, the fragments quickly gathered, assembled, and combined, and in a blink of an eye, they became a complete bottle, which fell into Chen Cuo's hands.
He stroked the bottle and said, "One more!"
Suddenly, the outline of a bottle appeared in the white sky, as if someone was using a pen to outline the lines of the bottle. It started from scratch, from transparent to solid, and finally completely formed. It fell down and was caught by Chen Cuo. The bottles in his hands were compared.
Up, exactly the same.
This is another characteristic of Mengze - whatever is received here can not only be restored to its integrity if a wrong thought is made, but can also be copied exactly the same!
However, only one copy can exist at the same time. If it exceeds this number, it will be difficult to take shape.
Although the dream is virtual, the things that appear here are no different from the real things.
These discoveries really made Chen Cuo excited all night, but when he woke up, he calmed down again. The reason is simple - the things taken into Mengze cannot return to the real world from Mengze, and can only be seen in dreams.
, touch.
This is a bit disappointing.
As for the subtle and mysterious things, they can only be used in dreams, and their effectiveness will be greatly reduced. Moreover, Chen Cuo is not good at invention and creation. He can only reproduce and copy things that appeared in ancient times in dreams, but it seems to have little effect.
But if it is finally confirmed that Chen Cuo is not in the historical plane, the situation will be different.
"If magical powers really appear in this world, Mengze will have new ideas. Before, I collected ordinary objects. If I collect mysterious objects such as pill pills and paper cranes, and they can be used in the same way, then this
The scope of application will be huge, and even if there are some restrictions, the profits will be huge! So now we have to quickly find some articles to spread and attract people! Then we can get the things and experiment!"
Thinking like this, he bent down and rummaged through the pile of books.
Chen Cuo had sorted through these books. Most of them were academic works, poems and stories, without historical materials or general history. This made him very annoyed. He thought that if there were historians to say, wouldn't it be like using a strategy to fight history? It would definitely be invincible!
That's all. The key point is that he didn't read many academic monographs in his previous life. He couldn't verify the authenticity of the books. He was worried that he was just imagining it in his dreams and couldn't take it out rashly. He thought about it slowly, so he kept the books on the shelf.
, now it finally comes in handy.
"This book is good, this one is also good..."
After flipping through the pages for a long time, Chen Cuo had trouble making a choice and had to stop to think, weigh, and sort out his ideas.
"There are only five days, and the time is limited. We have to accumulate popularity. To put it bluntly, we just want to attract fans. I don't know if we can do some gimmicks or scandals. In short, we can't go too elegant. After all, we can't be too unconventional. Regardless of the Southern Dynasties
No matter how open the customs of the gentry are, I, as a county prince, must always pay attention to the impact. If it arouses the authorities to reject it and confiscate and ban it, wouldn't it be unfair?"
As he was thinking about it, Chen Cuo turned his eyes to one place.
"Following these ideas, the scope is basically defined."
He held out three fingers.
“First, it must arouse people’s desire to watch, and it must have a gimmick to make it convenient for others, or in other words, it must be interesting to watch, and it is best to enjoy seeing it;
Second, if everyone can read and understand, and expand the audience, parallel prose and confrontation, which were popular in the Southern Dynasties, are not advisable. Failure to write parallel prose may attract negative fans, but it is not necessarily a bad thing;
Third, it is best if you can gain something after listening to it, and it can stimulate others to talk and discuss. Whether it is praise or slander, it can start the topic and speed up the spread;"
After clarifying his thoughts, Chen Cuo gradually felt at ease.
"Once these three points are achieved, once the article is published, it can make literati and elegant people talk about something, and ordinary people can also enjoy it, and then love it, pursue it, or abuse it or slander it, and it will be circulated very quickly, and no one like me will appear.
It spread only after death, which can be said to be a commercial harvest and an artistic compromise!"
His eyes fell on a stack of books.
"That's it!"
Chen Cuo walked over, picked up a book, read it carefully, and nodded.
"I have been in the Southern Dynasty for a month, and I don't know whether it is a history channel or a supernatural channel, but I have gotten acquainted with the society and people. The people of this dynasty, regardless of whether they are high or low, respect fame, are bold and unrestrained, and yearn for people who do not follow etiquette and law.
, is more interested in the theory of ghosts, gods and fox spirits. Now it seems that these admirations are probably based on the background of the times. I can’t say, so I just follow the local customs and follow the customs. "
He closed the cover and looked carefully at the four words on the cover——
"Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".
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The sun sets in the west and the moon rises.
In the dormitory of the Hou Mansion, Chen Cuo suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the bronze mirror as he habitually did, and sighed.
"This dream is, after all, in a dream. No matter how full and rich the details are, the things inside cannot be taken out. To copy an article and be a copywriter, one can only memorize and recite it repeatedly in the dream first, and wait for waking up.
You can only write after you come here! It’s just a matter of memorizing and dictating the whole text.”
He got up and went to the study. He sat down, found pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and polished the pen.
"The efficiency of doing it in Mengze is really poor. In a few days, I will have to break a few pens, smash a few inkstones, and put them into Mengze with a gourd. Yes, I will also smash a table, so I can do it in my dream."
Just polish your pen and get familiar with it..."
Chen Baxian, the ancestor of the Southern Chen Dynasty, was born in a poor family, but as he progressed to the third and fourth generations, people of all ethnic groups have been well-off and well-off since they were born. In order to decorate their appearance, no matter what their level, they have to learn some poetry and songs.
, Chen Fangqing is naturally no exception.
Chen Cuo inherited Chen Fangqing's memory fragments, and also inherited his calligraphy skills. Not to mention how good it was, but it was completely different from his previous life. After polishing his pen and practicing calligraphy, he gradually found the feeling.
After the preparations were completed, he actually took out the white paper, pressed it with a paperweight, and prepared to formally write down.
Perhaps it was due to the fact that Chen Fangqing was young and had a good brain. It did not take much time to recite. In order to be accurate enough, Chen Cuo only selected one article and compared it repeatedly to check for omissions.
"The article "Painted Skin" can be regarded as a representative of Liaozhai. It was well-known in the past life. There seem to be many movies and TV series. The original content is also down-to-earth. It tells the story of a scholar who is bewitched by an evil ghost and a Taoist priest who comes to help. There are a few twists and turns during the process.
In the end, the scholar dies and is revived by his wife. There are twists and turns, romance, justice, evil, trust, and betrayal. The drama is real. In the end, the theme is deepened. It is worthy of everyone's work. It is used as a stepping stone.
Couldn’t be more suitable! Perfect!”
Thinking about it, he took a deep breath, eliminated distracting thoughts, and recalled the content of the article——
"Taiyuan Wangsheng, I left early and met a girl..."
He slowly recalled, not knowing whether Mengze was a dream after all, or the recent memory was not reliable enough. The further he went back to recall, the more difficult it became, as if there was a cloud of confusion in his mind, blocking his thoughts. The further he went back, the more difficult it became.
It was so emotional that by the last few sentences, Chen Cuo was sweating profusely, and he actually felt like he was fainting from overexertion!
Vaguely, there seemed to be vague sounds in his ears, gathering and dispersing uncertainly. In a daze, the thoughts in his mind expanded more and more, and despite his dizziness, he finally recited the article silently in his heart in one breath.
"...The way of heaven is easy to repay, but those who are stupid and deluded do not understand. How sad!"
The last sentence came to mind. At this point, a piece from a Chinese chat room from the previous life was stored in Mengze. Through Chen Cuo's memories, it finally emerged in this world and lingered in his mind in the form of thoughts.
"call……"
Chen Cuo breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped his forehead, and saw that his sleeves were already soaked through. But he was just thinking about settling his thoughts, so while the memory was fresh, he picked up a pen to write down on paper...