Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 6 This couplet is very good

The Qin family mansion.

It was noon, Lao Bao and several servants of the Qin family were busy in the hall. There were not many people in the Qin family now. In order to study for the young master, Mr. Qin almost moved his family to Shanghai.

There is only one young master from Hecheng in this huge Qin family residence.

"Old Bao, when will the master come back, but I haven't seen him for some time." The speaker was Mrs. Cuilin, the cook in the mansion.

Stopping what he was doing, Lao Bao spoke slowly, but with a smile on his face.

"I don't know about this either. I have to ask Master Biao. He seems to have said that he can come back for the New Year."

At this time, Hu Da walked in carrying a basket of crabs outside the door. Seeing Lao Bao with a smile on his face, he couldn't help but ask.

"Hey, Lao Bao is in a good mood today. Tell me what good things you have."

Lao Bao did not shy away and said to everyone in the hall.

"Our family, Guowei, has become sensible and knows that repeating a grade is not good. He studied hard last night and wrote a lot of words on the paper for writing and drawing."

With a smile on his face all the time, Hu Da handed the crab in his hand to Mrs. Cuilin.

"Just wait, you will definitely enjoy his blessing in the future. Now he eats yours, and in the future you will eat his. You are an old man. In the future, you will eat well, drink well, and be well clothed. You don't have to worry about him serving you at all." You are comfortable."

Mrs. Cuilin on the side said nothing and curled her lips. Everyone in the Qin Mansion knew about Bao Guowei's situation.

After attending some foreign school, he disliked the poor and loved the rich. No one in the Qin Mansion looked down upon him, and he always held his head high when talking.

That's what Hu Dahui said.

Aunt Ding in the corner couldn't listen at all, but she couldn't get angry, so she could only say angrily beside her.

"Gao Sheng's son, Gao Lin, is very promising now. He became an apprentice in his early years. It was harder before, but he brought five yuan to his family the day before yesterday. Gao Sheng was so happy.

We don’t have the life to study, so why waste money on raising a son that even his own father looks down upon? That would be too frustrating.

You say so, Mrs. Cuilin. "

"No, when my two boys get old, let them learn the art of shaving hair from Dai Laoqi. If they have a skill, they will never die of hunger."

The two of them sang in harmony, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that they were trying to stab Lao Bao, but it was hard for you to get angry.

Although Lao Bao is the oldest steward in this courtyard, he is usually kind to others and has never lost his temper. It was the same this time, and he just pretended not to hear it.

Next to him, Hu Da still had the smile of a good old man on his face, and he was also immersed in doing his own thing.

There was no words in the hall, only the sounds of pots and pans clattering and water being flushed.

Not long after, Hu Da seemed to have remembered something, and he approached Lao Bao, and he rubbed his hands with a smile on his face and said.

"Old Bao, how did your Guowei write the note for me last time?"

After showing Hu Da last time Bao Guowei's calligraphy, Hu Da happened to have just moved to a new house and it happened to be the Chinese New Year. He wanted Bao Guowei to help him write two couplets. Of course, Lao Bao would not refuse. .

"Oh, look at my memory. I just asked Guowei to write two letters for you last night. I put them in my pocket and forgot to give them to you."

After fussing around inside the large cotton coat, Lao Bao took out two folded red strips from the side pocket, unfolded them carefully and gave them to Hu Da.

"Guowei asked him to help me write it after reading last night. Now he is not like before and is willing to help me with something."

"Very good, very good."

Hu Daben said it casually, but he didn't expect that Lao Bao actually asked Bao Guowei to write it. In the past, this man was obedient to his son, and he would obey whenever he was unhappy at all.

Did Bao Guowei really change his temper?

After clearing the table, Hu Da carefully spread out the couplet, and a faint fragrance of ink spread out.

"Hey, this couplet looks pretty good. Please read it out quickly. What does it say Hu Da?"

When Mrs. Cuilin and Aunt Ding saw this neat couplet, they immediately came over and gathered around the table.

"If you have clear air, you will feel that the mountains and rivers are close, and if your mind is far away, you will know that the universe is wide! It must be wide!"

Hu Da read the first and second couplets word by word, and it was with great difficulty that he read them all.

"These are just two lines of poetry. I don't understand the rest."

Hu laughed and shook his head.

"Hey, this is quite decent writing. It feels like an old scholar at the market."

Mrs. Cuilin's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but praise.

"The old scholar's writing is not better than this. You can see that the writing is very good, and it is very good for others to read! Old Bao, Guowei can set up a stall in the market and make money by writing pairs."

Hu Da struggled to use lame adjectives to praise him. Not only was he happy to receive such a couplet, but he also had a smile on his face. He patted Lao Bao on the shoulder and said.

"No, not really."

The old man put his hands in his hands as he said so. The wrinkles on his face were so many that they could squeeze out mosquitoes, and the corners of his mouth almost reached behind his ears.

"Since when did this foreign school teach writing Chinese characters? Aren't they all new-style teaching? Your family, Guowei, must have gone to the market to buy one to fool you."

Aunt Ding stretched her neck and said something lukewarm. "How could this be possible? I saw with my own eyes what he wrote on the table last night, using the ink left over from last year." The gentle-tempered Lao Bao retorted, feeling a little annoyed for the first time.

Seeing that something was wrong with the situation, Hu Da said with a careless eye.

"This couplet is so good. Next time Guowei wants to eat, just tell me. If you help me, Lao Bao, I will hang this couplet."

Looking at the two people who were leaving, Aunt Ding curled her lips, threw the vegetables in her hands into the basket, and sneered.

"Tch! Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf? Don't we still know what kind of virtue Bao Guowei is?"

Mrs. Cuilin next to her patted her and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that the two of them had gone far away.

"Don't say a few words, we are all working together."

Hu Da and Lao Bao had just walked to the door when Hu Da suddenly patted his head and said.

"Old Bao, I don't think this couplet should be put in my shabby house. Isn't our kitchen still missing a couplet for the Chinese New Year? I'll see where it's posted."

Lao Bao said with a smile.

"Guowei wrote it for you, you just make the decision."

"Okay, then I'll get some paste, and you can get a chair."

The two of them got busy, and Master Qin was already on his way back to Hangzhou.

Gushan Pavilion.

Compared to my own dark and cramped little room, this is obviously the only place suitable for studying and studying.

There were not many people in the reading room in the morning. For the young master and his wife from Beishan Road, coming to the library was just for fun and novelty. If they really wanted to study and study, a spacious and bright study room with incense at home was the first choice.

Not to mention, there are servants serving them tea and water anytime and anywhere. This is a social place most of the time.

Bao Guowei was also happy to be quiet. He found a seat by the window and sat down, placing the novel manuscript in his bag on the table.

This kind of creation requires no thinking at all and is written directly. How much you can write purely depends on your hand speed.

I started writing as soon as I got home last night. By the time I went to bed, I had only written more than 4000 words. The first chapter of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was nearly words.

In order to make money faster, Bao Guowei decided to finish writing it in one go in these two days. He had already done some understanding.

Compared with newspapers such as "Shenbao" and "Hangcheng Republic of China Daily" that pay more attention to current affairs and politics, "Red Rose", which specializes in publishing literature and entertainment content, is obviously a better choice.

As for why I chose "Legend of the Condor Heroes", the reason is also very simple. Compared with such well-developed novels as Dou Po Cang Qiong and Dou Luo Da Da, this martial arts novel was written in 1957 and is obviously more consistent in time.

Seven years ago, China's first true martial arts novel "The Legend of Jianghu" was serialized in "Red Rose" magazine, forming a certain readership.

Editors will not reject manuscripts because they are too advanced or cannot be understood.

In a quiet environment, Bao Guowei's writing speed is getting faster and faster. Fortunately, he practiced calligraphy for a period of time in his previous life. Otherwise, he would have been like a dog crawling when he was a student. The editor would throw it into the trash can if he saw it. .

Two hours later, Bao Guowei shook off his aching hands, and after counting the grids, he had written more than three thousand words. This was still at full speed. Now he misses the era of typing on a keyboard.

There are already some people in the reading room at this moment. Most of them are wearing leather shoes, oiled heads and cream. At first glance, it seems that they are not really here to study.

But what's even more noteworthy is that the girl named Zhang Nianyue didn't come.

What about the promise that we will continue to work rain or shine?

Are today's young people so unsure of themselves when the holidays come?

Isn’t it nice to come to the library every day to read and study?

The important thing is, if you don't come, how can I, Bao Guowei, make money?

By the time Bao Guowei finished writing about Qiu Chuji's appearance, he had already written more than 10,000 words. When it was almost twelve o'clock, the hungry Bao Guowei saw that the familiar seat was still empty, and left the Gushan Pavilion in disappointment.

"Women are unreliable. Men can only be independent and self-reliant by relying on themselves!"

Bao Guowei said to cheer himself up.

But in the next few days, Zhang Nianyue still didn't show up. Bao Guowei finally gave up his dream of being a pretty boy during the Republic of China. He originally wanted to rely on his looks to make a living, but he had no choice but to rely on his talent. Earn a lot of money.

"People rely on clothes, and Buddha relies on gold. If I want to win the favor of a rich woman, it seems that I still need a Parkmont suit and Stankang hair oil."

Bao Guowei, who had some doubts about himself, said this while standing in front of the mirror of Gushan Pavilion.

On the third day, Bao Guowei, who was sitting in front of his desk, suddenly straightened up, took a long breath, and put down his pen.

I carefully dried the ink on the paper. In order to write these words, I have developed several calluses on my hands in the past two days.

But the results are very good. With the golden finger of omnipotent memory, it is not difficult to restore the contents of the novel in the memory intact.

Seeing that it was still early, Bao Guowei took out a worn textbook from his cloth bag.

In five days, February 2st of the Gregorian calendar will be the day he starts school. Although he has a golden finger, Bao Guowei still plans to familiarize himself with the textbooks in advance. He does not want to continue to be a repeater like the original owner.

But when he just opened the book, a familiar voice full of money came over, which immediately made him startled.

"Hey, Bao Guowei, you are here too!"

(End of this chapter)