Peasant girl who traveled through time: I brought an earth with me

Zhong Chuchu looked through the window.

The person who came was none other than Young Master Ge's study boy, Qiu An.

Qiu An is only ten years old. In addition to studying with Ge Xingzhou, she is also responsible for his food, clothing and daily life.

On weekdays, she stayed by his side every step of the way.

It was just that when Ge Xingzhou came to Zhong's house, he was afraid that Zhong Chuchu wouldn't like it, so he didn't let him follow him.

Zhong Chuchu took one look and was no longer interested.

It seems that it is probably related to study.

She was a little confused in her heart. How could she still love studying so much after finally having a vacation?

Why is he different from a normal person like her?
She remembered that when she was studying, her favorite thing was vacation.

And for holiday homework, I will put it off for a day, and I will never start writing until the last day.

Is this the difference between a top student and a bad student?

She was thinking wildly outside, while Dabao and Ge Xingzhou were writing hard in the study.

"Dabao, after the story of Sun Wukong causing trouble in the Heavenly Palace has been written, the next step is to be crushed under the Five Fingers Mountain."

Ge Xingzhou said while writing on the bamboo slips.

"It's so slow to copy the book. My hands hurt from copying. I'm just copying the gourd. I don't know many words."

Dabao picked up the brush in his hand, dipped it in ink, and said while copying:

"Yes, my wrist hurts too. I work from morning to night almost every day, but it's still not enough."

"This story is so exciting, it will definitely sell well. It's really hard for us to do it alone!"

After saying that, they put down their pens together and looked at each other.

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The Song family in Qingyan Town.

Song Lizheng was sitting by the fire, holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand and looking at it with relish.

Seeing the excitement, he frowned.

Less than a stick of incense passed.

He put down the bamboo slips in his hand and said angrily:

"Song Yan, you can write a little faster."

"And you're being unreasonable. Sun Wukong is so powerful, and he actually says he will be suppressed if he is suppressed. Please come out and explain why you write this!"

Song Yan was polishing ink in his room when he heard his father yelling in the courtyard.

His hand shook and he almost knocked the ink to the ground.

He was also helpless, and he also wanted to know the next plot.

I wanted to write more while sharpening my pen and ink, but I didn’t come up with this story.

As soon as he put down the ink stick in his hand, his father pushed open the door and entered.

"You kid, your writing is pretty good, but your writing speed is too slow."

As he spoke, he picked up the bamboo slips on the desk.

"Fortunately, I still know a few words, otherwise I wouldn't be able to read such a good storybook!"

"I am so grateful to your grandfather now. If he hadn't used a stick to force me to study, I would still be an illiterate old man."

Song Yan shook his head and said a little distractedly:

"Dad, I didn't come up with "Journey to the West". I just wrote it for someone else."

Song Lizheng was stunned when he heard this, and said in surprise: "Oh? There is still this matter!"

"Why don't others write it themselves and let you ghostwrite it?"

Song Yan thought of the faces of Lin Jin and Ge Xingzhou, with admiration on his face.

To be able to write such a twisting and bizarre story at such a young age is truly a gift.

Before Song Lizheng could ask him, a child's tender voice came from the courtyard.

"Senior Brother Song, are you at home?"

When Song Yan heard the voice, he quickly straightened his clothes and went out.

The visitors were none other than Dabao and Ge Xingzhou.

I saw the two children wearing thick cotton clothes, thick hats on their little heads, and scarves around their necks, covering their mouths together.

Only one pair of eyes is exposed from the whole body.

There were white snowflakes hanging on her eyelashes, looking at him with fluttering eyes.

He hurriedly greeted:
"Why are you here? Come in quickly."

The two children followed him into the house, where the charcoal fire was burning brightly.

Very warm.

The two took off their hats and scarves. Say hello to Song Lizheng crisply:

"Hello, Grandpa Song. We would like to ask Senior Brother Song Yan for advice on academic matters."

Song Lizheng's eyes were full of smiles, and he liked these two sensible and polite children very much.

"Well, you guys chat then, I'll go out first and go back after dinner."

After saying that, he left alone.

Both generations of the Song family are members of Qingyan Town, and their family background is naturally one of the best in the town.

If other families were tightening their belts and struggling to get by, how could he still have enough food left for guests to eat at home?
After Li Zheng left, the three of them sat next to the table. Song Yan spoke first.

"Do you want to continue writing today?"

"Well, here's what happens next..."

The two children started dictating each other word by word, and Song Yan was responsible for recording the story completely.

During this period, I also added a little polish of my own.

Although the two children are smart, they are young, so when Zhong Chuchu tells stories, they are relatively easy to understand.

Some plots are also mentioned briefly.

These details are naturally not noticed when telling stories.

But if you want to write it into a book, there are naturally some shortcomings.

Therefore, every time Song Yan finished writing a section, he would start to revise the details.

After the details were revised, Dabao said:

"Senior Brother Song, our speed is too slow. I'm afraid we have to think of other ways."

"Well, that's a question."

Song Yan put down the brush in his hand, frowned and thought for a moment.

"Why don't we invite more people to copy the books together? It's the winter vacation anyway, and everyone has nothing to do at home."

"It's the only way."

Ge Xingzhou sighed.

"Then let's leave this matter to Senior Brother Song. After all, we are young and cannot be convincing in our actions."

"Well, leave this to me."

Song Yan already has several candidates in mind.

They were all his classmates, and because their families were poor, they often copied books to make money.

They copy books very cheaply and very quickly.

In fact, this matter is the most important thing for Dabao and Ge Xingzhou to come over today.

Although the two are young, they have quick minds.

Previously at the college, Dabao only told his classmates the story of "Journey to the West" told by his mother during class.

Unexpectedly, it was unanimously loved by everyone.

The characters in it deeply attracted these students.

Each one pestered him to tell stories.

Dabao is very talented in business and found Ge Xingzhou to work together.

The two decided to write the story.

In this way, you will definitely make money.

The two of them agreed that when they make money, they will buy Zhong Chuchu a gold hairpin!

Dabao remembers that from the time he became sensible, the most common thing his mother said to him was:
"Dabao, when you grow up and become successful, buy a gold hairpin for your mother!"

Even though his mother has not mentioned this matter recently, he still remembers it in his heart.

However, no matter how talented the two are, they still cannot write many words.

Therefore, after the two of them had been busy for several days without coming up with a solution, Ge Xingzhou got in touch with Song Yan through Ge Fuzi.

He asked Song Yan to help him write a book, firstly because he was a good person, and secondly because he was a scholar.

Song Yan didn't take this matter to heart at first, but he only accepted the job because of Mr. Ge's face.

However, as the two children began to tell this story, even if it was not rigorous, he felt that it was wonderful, so after that, he began to take this matter seriously.

After the three of them finished their work, it was already dark.

"Oops, we have to go back quickly."

Dabao patted his head and said:
"If you go back too late, mother will be worried."

Ge Xingzhou also stood up to say goodbye.

The two rejected Song Lizheng's kindness to stay with them for dinner.