Isn't this a chapter-style novel that's been circulated outside?
Although Sai Jiangnan has never read it, he has heard about it from close friends around him, especially the sisters hiding in the alleys of the boudoir. They seem to be very interested in these novels. There are stories of 30,000 to 50,000 words.
I just copied it, and I copied it very carefully. After I finished copying it, I hid it like a treasure. I was curious and didn't want to take a second look at it.
Sai Jiangnan, a careless and unruly young lady, naturally does not understand the delicate thoughts of those girls who live in boudoirs with different religions. I just think that these novels are filthy things that confuse people's minds. Otherwise, how could there be so many people interested in these stories?
So obsessed? After working on it for a long time, those filthy manuscripts were written by such scoundrels!
Sai Jiangnan's first reaction was to express some condemnation, but he had to hold back because he was afraid that this guy would break the contract.
It's strange to say that other teachers were forced to copy classics and ancient books as punishment, but he was forced to copy novels, and he didn't know where he heard the story.
Zhen Shiyin is a psychic with dream knowledge, and Jia Yucun is a wealthy lady in the dust.
Never heard of it, I'll have to ask someone else someday.
Xia Shang's manuscript is none other than the famous "A Dream of Red Mansions"!
As a scholar, "Dream of Red Mansions" is probably a masterpiece that must be read and studied in depth. Xia Shang has been studying "Dream of Red Mansions" for many years. He has read it through no less than ten times, not to mention memorizing it fluently, but at least he can write it down to just one word.
not bad.
Why did you choose "Dream of Red Mansions" as the first book after time travel?
Not only is it the most familiar, but more importantly, it is most in line with the background of the times. It should be easier for the ancients to accept it when they read "Dream of Red Mansions".
How to manage your own wisdom in ancient times?
Xia Shang has always been very conservative on this issue. He wrote "Dream of Red Mansions" which is least likely to be regarded as an outlier and is also most in line with current people's tastes.
These are all Xia Shang's expectations. As for the effect, they are not sure yet. Sai Jiangnan and her maid are the first batch of guinea pigs.
Sai Jiangnan and Xiao Cui were both concentrating on copying, and Xia Shang also took the opportunity to continue writing.
"A Dream of Red Mansions" has seven thousand words in one chapter. It is definitely impossible to copy it a hundred times. Sai Jiangnan felt that her hands were weak after copying it once, but she was very interested in the poems in the story.
Several songs appeared in the first episode.
One said: A paper full of absurd words and a handful of bitter tears.
It is said that the author is crazy, who can understand the meaning?
The second sentence is: If you are spoiled and pampered, you will laugh at your insanity, and the water in the sky will be full of snow.
Third: Unpredictability of three lifetime wishes often adds a period of sorrow.
When boredom sets in, he pinches his forehead and turns around several times after walking.
Looking at the shadow in front of the wind, who is worthy of being a couple under the moon?
If Toad Guang wants to, go to the Jade Man Tower first.
Too many to list...
How wonderful are these poems? The sentences are exquisite and have hidden metaphors, as if there is a magnificent picture hidden in the fog. Once it is revealed, it will be a heart-stirring drama.
How could so many exquisite poems appear in one book, one story, and one chapter at the same time?
Sai Jiangnan didn't understand it very well, but he had a vague feeling that this poem was extraordinary. Who wrote it? Whose hand did the story here come from? Where did he get it?
"I'm exhausted, can I take a break?" Sai Jiangnan asked tentatively with full of doubts, and was worried that Xia Shang would not agree. In the end, Xia Shang had no objection and nodded and continued to create.
Sai Jiangnan wanted to ask something, but when he saw Xia Shang was so attentive, he stopped and quietly walked behind him to watch him write.
Xia Shang was a born Confucian scholar. Regardless of his appearance, qualifications, behavior, and thoughts, he was born with an air of elegance. Especially when he concentrated on writing, a light elegance came from the inside out. If we talk about demeanor,
, then you know this.
Sai Jiangnan once felt that he was unparalleled in beauty. Faced with this scene, he couldn't help but wonder, could he be less beautiful than a man?
It can be said, who says that a beautiful girl is better? Nowadays, young people are better than flowers.
"Oh, Sai Jiangnan, what are you thinking about? What kind of nymphomaniac are you doing? This guy is a bastard and a gangster! You can't be fooled by his beauty!"
Sai Jiangnan shook his head, one side of his face turned slightly red.
He calmed down a little and turned his attention to the paper in front of Xia Shang.
The handwriting is like agile dancers jumping on the paper, with different charms and everyone's style.
"I didn't expect his handwriting to be so good. This stinky gangster is actually somewhat knowledgeable."
Sai Jiangnan muttered, seeing that there was no reference around Xia Shang, and there was no pause between words, but the content was the story just now.
Did he write the story?
impossible!
How can one write so many exquisite poems in just a moment?
"Where did you hear this story?"
Sai Jiangnan couldn't help but ask.
"A guy named Cao Xueqin told me about it."
"Oh. It's true." Sai Jiangnan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if he really wrote it, wouldn't this person be a monster?
At this time, Xia Shang finished his silence again, stopped writing, stood up, and moved his hands and feet.
Writing a book is indeed a bit tiring.
After looking at Sai Jiangnan, Xia Shang suddenly asked: "Have you seen it just now? How do you feel? Are you curious?"
"You mean book manuscript?"
"kindness."
"It's nothing good-looking, just moaning for no reason."
"You're such a brainless woman, of course you can't understand the essence of it."
"What did you say? You...say it again!"
"I'll just say it again, have you finished copying it a hundred times? Do you still need any money?"
"I won't copy it anymore! I can't finish it."
"How about copying it ten times?"
"this……"
Finally unable to resist Xia Shang's temptation, Sai Jiangnan returned to his seat honestly.
On the contrary, the little maid on the other side was very attentive. She made no movement at all during the previous conversation between Sai Jiangnan and Xia Shang. Her thin brows were knitted together, and each word seemed very laborious. However, there was a stack of manuscripts placed beside her.
, it seems that I don’t feel tired.
The day's teaching work ended by supervising the two women copying books.
Xia Shang first wrote five chapters and asked Sai Jiangnan to copy them ten times each before class tomorrow. If she finished, he would give her money.
Sai Jiangnan didn't agree at first, but Xia Shang got around to it with a few words, and he vaguely agreed.
It's good to have two free laborers, otherwise I don't know when my plan to make money by writing books will be implemented.
…
Dusk is approaching, smoke is rising from the stove fire in the small courtyard of the house, and the food is tumbling in the pot, waiting for the owner of the house to return.
The craftsmen who came to build the house at home have finished their work one after another. They laid the foundation today and left behind a mess.
Xiaoyue and Li Zhong had to clean up the mess.
Qin Huairou started to practice swordsmanship, and it became a habit to practice swordsmanship every day, and he could not let it go for a day.
Yazhi looked at each other from a distance at the entrance of the courtyard, wondering when the young master would be back.
After looking for a long time, Xia Shang was nowhere to be seen, but a boy who delivered a message was greeted.
"Excuse me, is Mr. Xia here?"
"You haven't returned home yet? What's the matter?"
"Then... the young one is waiting here. This name post must be handed over to Mr. Xia personally."
"What famous post is so important?"
"This is a famous invitation from Miss Xian'er to Mr. Xia. It was sent yesterday, but Mr. Xia didn't come to the appointment. Miss Xian'er said that it must be delivered to Mr. Xia today, and she can only go back after asking for the reason."
"No need!" Qin Huairou came with a sword and said coldly, "Just leave the name card to me."
"But..." The boy looked confused.
"What? You want me to say it again, don't you?" Qin Huairou is not easy to mess with, especially the sword behind her, which has a murderous aura that is menacing.
The boy had no choice but to hand over the name card and leave.
Qin Huairou only looked at the appearance of the name card and knew it was from Hu Meizi named Xian'er. Without thinking, she threw the name card into the air, and the sword wind swept across it. When the name card fell to the ground, it became a piece of broken flowers.