Dressed as the evil daughter-in-law of a peasant family, the general becomes the darling of her hand

Chapter 3

Fang Qingrou smiled and started to make up random things, "When I was young, there was a scholar who passed by our village and lived in our village for a while. He taught me how to read and write."

Mrs. Song looked at Fang Qingrou suspiciously, "Really?"

Just when Fang Qingrou thought her lie was about to be exposed, Mrs. Song nodded, "That's really a good person. There are still many good people in this world. Can you teach Brother Quan how to read when you have free time?"

Fang Qingrou breathed a sigh of relief, "No problem."

After laying out the paper, Fang Qingrou sat at the table. The way others looked at her seemed like that.

Fang Qingrou first smoothed out the fluffy brush, then dipped it in ink, and tried to write a magic word on the table nearby. It looked passable, and then she found the corresponding word in the books left by Song Yaobang. Yes, there is no difference when the two magic words are put together. Fang Qingrou is relieved. It seems that the text setting in this comic is only traditional Chinese characters, which is easy to handle, so that no one will understand what she writes. do not understand.

Fang Qingrou plans to copy Mr. Jin Yong's masterpiece "The Legend of Heaven and Sword of the Dragon" first. Besides "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", her favorite work is "The Legend of the Heaven and the Dragon". She originally wanted to use the novel she wrote, but She was taking the Danmei route, and she was really afraid that these ancient people wouldn't be able to accept it!

I wrote like this for a long time before writing that Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu went to Binghuo Island. However, if I calculated the time carefully, it would be enough for the storyteller to talk about it for a whole day.

A little head came over and said, "Mom, what are you writing? Can you read it to Brother Quan?"

Fang Qingrou thought about it and called the old couple over. The three of them sat in a row on the kang, becoming the first audience for Fang Qingrou's appropriation of Mr. Jin Yong's masterpiece.

"It is said that there are seven heroes on Wudang Mountain. They are the direct disciples of Zhang Sanfeng, the leader of Wudang Sect. The eldest son is Song Yuanqiao, the second one is Yu Lianzhou, and the third one is Yu Daiyan..."

The old one and the young one just wanted to coax Fang Qingrou, but they didn't expect that the more they listened, the more they became addicted.

"Isn't that Yin Susu from the Demon Cult? How can Zhang Cuishan be with the Demon Cult witch?" Mrs. Song was the first to speak.

"That's right, it shouldn't be, it shouldn't be!" Mrs. Song shook her head repeatedly.

"Mom and dad, please listen to me and continue."

Fang Qingrou spoke for nearly half an hour before she finished what she had written this time. The Song family's young and old were completely attracted, and their thoughts were still unfinished.

When Fang Qingrou saw that Brother Quan was already waving a piece of thin firewood, she knew that the business should be stable.

I’m really grateful to Senior Jin Yong!Not only did he become the star in her struggle in her previous life, but it also brought her the first pot of gold after she traveled through ancient times!Although I haven’t gotten this pot of gold yet, it definitely works!

"Xiaorou, where did your old Mr. Jin Yong tell you? Have you finished speaking?" Old Man Song asked worriedly.

"It's all over, don't worry, you can hear the end."

"Then can you take care of the rest for us tomorrow?"

Fang Qingrou was speechless, why did she destroy the previous one?This feeling was very bad, and it was too bad that the physiological reaction caused by her occupational disease appeared.

Fang Qingrou looked at the sky outside, which was already dark, and sighed that the day had been fulfilling. Mrs. Song had already laid out the bedding.

"The quilt has been washed. Let's spend the night together today. Brother Quan, you have to wash your feet before you can get into bed, you know! There is no quilt, so it's impossible not to wash your feet!" After saying that, Old Man Song was already lying on the bed. The end of the kang.

When Fang Qingrou saw this, she quickly called out Old Man Song.She is not the original Fang Xiaorou, how can she let the old man sleep in a cold bed? "Mom and dad, you are sleeping on the kang today. Brother Quan sleeps in the middle and I sleep on the outside. You are too old to withstand the cold. Brother Quan is even longer, so he can't be frozen!"

The old couple were flattered. They had never been treated like this before. It would have been better if they didn't get scolded and moved to the end of the kang. How could they dare to dream of sleeping on the end of the kang?

Seeing that the old couple couldn't believe it, Fang Qingrou directly laid out their quilts on the kang, "This is great, go to sleep! I have to go to town tomorrow to sell my novel!"

The family all lay down and turned on the lamp. Fang Qingrou opened her eyes in the darkness, hoping that everything would go well.The next day, Fang Qingrou was woken up by a sparse sound. When she opened her eyes, she saw that the old couple of the Song family were already dressed and ready to light the fire and cook.

Fang Qingrou glanced at Tian'er outside the house. It was still dark. It was probably four o'clock at most. Why did she get up so early!

Fang Qingrou lowered her voice, "Mom and dad, why did you get up so early? Why don't you sleep more?"

"We are getting older and don't get that much sleep. You can take a nap while I turn up the stove. It will keep you warm while you sleep."

Fang Qingrou really couldn't get up at this point, so she didn't refuse, just nodded, closed her eyes, and fell asleep again.However, she didn't sleep for too long. At about six o'clock, she got up, moved Brother Quan to the bed, then got dressed and went to the ground, planning to go to the town to implement her money-making plan.

After washing up and having breakfast, Fang Qingrou asked to go to the town. The old couple looked at each other, and then they heard Mrs. Song say, "The town is far away from us. We don't have a bullock cart and it will take more than an hour to walk." Do we have to go to town?”

More than an hour, wouldn’t that be more than three hours!Oh my god, it's so far!

"Mom, do you know who owns a bullock cart? Can we borrow it?"

Old Man Song put down the bowl, "Just wait, I'll go see if your Uncle Zhao can do any work today!"

After Old Man Song left, Fang Qingrou heard from Old Mrs. Song that the so-called Uncle Zhao was called Zhao Yongzi, and he was the only family in the village with a bullock cart. Anyone who wanted to buy or sell mountain products in the town would go to Zhao Yongzi's house to ask. If there is no work, "work" means that there are too many people going out in the village, and each person has a penny. If he can scrape together five or ten cents, he will hitch a bullock cart and go away. These people who go to the town will come back. He would continue to ride his bullock cart back when he came, and he could earn at least ten pence each time.

"It's just that it has just snowed right now, so no one in the village may go to the town."

Fang Qingrou nodded, and she could only resign herself to fate for the present.

Not long after, Old Man Song came back, stamped the snow off his feet at the door and walked into the house, "Uncle Zhao happened to be going to town and said he could take you with him. He will come to our door to call us soon. If you want to go, just come in directly." car."

When Fang Qingrou heard this, she was overjoyed and said, "I'll go!"

Old Man Song glanced at his old wife, "Well, you go with Xiaorou. Xiaorou is a girl who went to the town alone with Zhao Yongzi. They were seen by those talkative women. Maybe there is some gossip."

Although Old Man Song said so, the eyes that winked at Old Mrs. Song had already given him away.

Fang Qingrou found it funny, because the old man was worried about her, fearing that she would run away after entering the town, and sent her own wife to follow him to keep an eye on him!
"Old Songtou! Old Songtou!" A male voice shouted from outside the house.

Mrs. Song wrapped herself in a scarf and took Fang Qingrou out the door.

What caught his eye was a cow with a flatbed cart attached to it. The wooden gap on the cart was so wide that Fang Qingrou was afraid that she would accidentally get her leg stuck in it after sitting on it.

Mrs. Song handed Zhao Yongzi two pennies, but Zhao Yongzi refused: "Old Song family, what are you doing? I have to go to town myself, and by the way, I brought up your mother's business, how can I pay it back?" Money!”

"That won't work. The usual price is whatever it is. Otherwise, it won't be easy for you to do business if others find out."

Zhao Yongzi didn't refuse hard, so he put the two cents in his arms and said, "Then you two, sit down, we'll set off right now."

Fang Qingrou helped Fang Qingrou get on the bullock cart. With the sound of a whip, the bullock cart moved forward slowly. Zhao Yongzi asked, "I heard from Lao Song that you two are going to the town to sell things. I saw that you two didn't take anything." Ah, what are you going to sell?"

Mrs. Song looked at Fang Qingrou with questioning eyes, but Fang Qingrou said without hiding it, "Uncle Zhao, let's go to town to sell stories!"

"What? Selling stories? Can stories still be sold?"

(End of this chapter)