Fang Jing was woken up by a knock on the door early in the morning. He had slept very late last night, but now he was so dazed that he didn't even want to get up.
"Holy soul! Is there something you can't talk about for a while?"
"I call you a big-headed ghost. It's twelve o'clock and there's no food, rice, oil, or salt. I'm starving to death."
Fang Hui looked impatient. She usually had the habit of having breakfast at home. Today she got up at seven or eight o'clock. When she came to the kitchen, she found that there were no pots and pans, and it was impossible to cook anything by herself.
Fang Jing didn't give her money to buy breakfast, so he could only keep knocking on the door. Although she did have some private money, she had to put one number into the other and make a clear distinction between public and private. Anyway, her own money would not be used.
Squinting his eyes, Fang Jing opened the door and yawned, "Don't you have money? Can't you buy some food by yourself?"
"Run out of money!"
"How to use it?"
"Don't care, it's just used up anyway."
"Okay, okay, you are the uncle."
Fang Jing turned around and took out twenty yuan from under the pillow and gave it to her, "There is a shop on the street in front of the door. Bring me two buns and a cup of soy milk. I will buy furniture in the afternoon."
"no problem!"
After taking the money, Fang Hui disappeared in a flash. This was twenty yuan, which was enough for her to be greedy. She could buy breakfast for less than ten yuan, so the rest was hers.
Fang Jing couldn't sleep due to such a noise. He washed his face and turned on the computer to check the status of the new book. This was Zhu Xian, the work of the past life. He was not worried about the signing or the big hit.
Sure enough, as soon as I logged in, a message popped up in the background, "Dear author, your new book Zhu Xian has been approved."
Passing time is eight o'clock in the morning.
In addition, there were about a dozen comments, which should have been left by book friends. Fang Jing thought they were praising him. After all, there were lessons learned from the past. How could a work that could be adapted for the big screen be any worse?
Who would have known that all the reviews would be bad, and Fang Jing would be chilled from head to toe with a basin of cold water.
"The title of this novel is good, but the content is poor. The story is too cliche."
"+1 upstairs, I couldn't stand it after reading two chapters."
"Nima, both parents died at the beginning. How many years ago was this routine?
Is the next step going to be for the protagonist to learn skills from a master, and rely on this adventure to soar into the sky? And then kill the enemy with his own hands?"
"It's another Yuedian orphanage. The parents offer sacrifices to heaven. The power is boundless. I'm afraid."
"Oh! In today's world, security guards don't dare to mess with you. Maybe they are retired soldiers and will teach you how to behave in minutes.
Even a poor boy from the countryside wouldn't dare to bully him. Maybe he just came down from the mountain and is proficient in all kinds of martial arts. He knows all kinds of Feng Shui and fortune-telling. If he offends him, he doesn't even know how he will die."
"What the person above said is right, but it's not complete. There are also losers who shouldn't be messed with. The system will try to find out more about it."
"What I can't stand the most is the author's pseudonym, the most handsome man in the world, tsk tsk tsk! Across thousands of mountains and rivers, I can still think of your pig-rake face."
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Fang Jing's eyes grew colder and colder, and his self-confidence was severely hit by 10,000 points.
"You guys are just mortals. You are blind and ignorant. This is an insult to Xiao Da." The most hateful one was the one who said he was ugly.
He is obviously very handsome, right? He hasn't been in the sun for a while, and his skin has become much whiter. With his deep eyes and high nose, he is clearly a school idol.
Sighing, Fang Jing could only say that this generation of book friends is not easy to lead. He is still very confident in Zhu Xian. Although the story is a bit cliche, the plot is well written and the characters are well described.
Especially the undying love between Baguio and Zhang Xiaofan made countless people shed tears. During the Qingyun battle, when Baguio held the Immortal Sword for Zhang Xiaofan, even Fang Jing cried.
The reason why Zhu Xian became a god in those days was not just because of its unique style among the early Xian Xia, but also because every character has flesh and blood, and it is not just about showing off and improving in strength.
Even after so many years, when talking about Zhu Xian, many people can think of Zhang Xiaofan, Baguio, Wan Jianyi, and Master Fatty, Lu Xueqi.
Today's novels are fast-food style, very enjoyable to read, satisfy readers' various psychological pursuits, and are large in volume, with five to six million words at every turn. But after reading it, do you still remember what the book said?
After a month or two, I'm afraid I won't remember anything except the protagonist's name.
As soon as he thought about it, Fang Jing sat in front of the computer and coded three more chapters. This time he wrote that Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu were brought into Qingyun, but because of their different qualifications, Lin Jingyu became a fragrant bun that everyone was grabbing, and Zhang Xiaofan
But no one wanted it. In the end, Tian Buyi reluctantly accepted it with a dark face, and Song Daren took him to Dazhu Peak.
At Dazhu Peak, Zhang Xiaofan met Du Bishu and Tian Linger, and his life was happy, but Tian Buyi didn't like them.
"Cuckoo!"
Fang Jing still wanted to code and save the manuscript, but his stomach was unsatisfied and he made a protesting sound. Then he remembered why Fang Hui didn't come back when he went to buy breakfast. He coded three chapters, almost 7,000 words, and it took a total of three hours.
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It was time to take a taxi to the city more than a hundred miles away and come back, right? Afraid that something might happen to Fang Hui in a place he was unfamiliar with, Fang Jing decided to look for it.
Cao Cao arrived soon after saying that Cao Cao was about to get up. When he was about to get up, he saw Fang Hui coming back with large and small bags of food.
"Thank you for your hard work! Isn't it hard to buy steamed buns?" Fang Jingpi smiled.
When Fang Hui saw this smile, she knew she was going to get cold. She hurriedly smiled and said, "No, it's not hard, it's not hard. It's all what I should do."
"Three hours later, the boss has lost his face. Will he go back to the crop fields to cut wheat for you?"
Fang Hui smiled awkwardly, "What... I wanted to buy you some nutritious food, so I went to a supermarket and wasted some time."
Grabbing the bag from her hand, Fang Jingqi smiled, "These spicy strips are very nutritious! Buy them in packs. Since they are bought for me, I will accept them. By the way, come earlier next time
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"Brother, wait..."
"Bang!"
Before he finished speaking, the door was closed.
Fang Hui wanted to cry. All the things she had spent more than 40 yuan on were gone, except for spicy strips and one piece of clothing. In fact, she did not go to the supermarket, but bought some clothes from a street stall.
Finally, I saw something I liked, and after a heated exchange of words, I finally got to the point where I was talking about twenty-five.
"Crack!"
Fang Jing opened the door and threw out a blue and white short-sleeved shirt expressionlessly, "You bought this for me too?"
Fang Hui cried with joy after taking over the clothes. Her face bulged when she heard Fang Jing's words, full of dissatisfaction.
"By the way, how long has it been since you asked me to buy something for you last time? I didn't even look at the threads on the clothes."
While devouring the buns, Fang Jing asked casually, "How much does this cost?"
"Twenty-five!" Fang Hui replied proudly, fearing that Fang Jing would say she was a prodigal, so she continued, "The original price was more than eighty, but I bargained for a long time before selling it to me."
Seeing how serious she was, Fang Jing wanted to laugh. He opened his mouth but still didn't tell her that these kind of clothes cost fifteen yuan a piece, and the purchase price was seven or eight yuan.
"The sun is too strong now. I will go out to buy tableware and rice later, and you will come with me."