Baozhu wanted to be a mother, crying alone in the quilt, and suddenly a hand patted her through the quilt.

"Orb." The man's voice called.

She pulled open the quilt and saw her uncle looking at her in confusion, and when Baozhu saw her relatives, she directly threw herself into her uncle's arms: "Woo woo, uncle, I miss my mother." ”

"Baozhu is good, Baozhu is good." The man patted Baozhu on the back and hummed a gentle tone in his mouth.

Gradually, Baozhu was soothed by the familiar tone, and fell asleep again, Mo Hongqian leaned against the stone wall, let the person who fell asleep by his hand, and the person with a chaotic brain vaguely remembered that when the child was a baby, he fell asleep in his arms, crying and crying.

Baozhu, Zhao Chengcheng, is the only two people Mo Hongqian remembers in his heart.

Zhao Chengcheng and Wan Li started a cold war.

She got up in the morning to wash up as if she didn't see the man with hot water, so she bypassed him and walked outside to wash.

The man didn't give up and came over to turn off her cold water.

"If you're angry with me, don't let yourself joke." Wan Li said.

Zhao Chengcheng didn't say anything, bit the branch that brushed his teeth, took up a little salt and powder, and began to brush his teeth, because of Yuan Dan, she didn't even have an excuse to yell at him to go back to the four waters.

The little tail followed the daughter-in-law's Wanli, followed her all the way to the school, Shuqin took the child and began to read the textbook, the position of Baozhu and Jiujiu was empty, Zhao Chengcheng seemed to have a long time before he ordered the apprentice Xiao Zhang of the shopkeeper to take a person.

Xiao Zhang, who has a shy personality, didn't dare to raise his head in front of Zhao Chengcheng, but the account was clearly calculated: "Dongjia, Jun Gongzi has already come, and he is talking to Mr. Cai." ”

Coming, when.

Zhao Chengcheng didn't see anyone, so he asked, "What about people?" ”

"It's right next door, Mr. Cai is helping remote scholars review manuscripts today, saying that a new script has arrived." Xiao Zhang replied.

The book, yes, the scholars under her can also earn some money to supplement the family by writing the book, Tianjun doesn't read the account and runs to read the book, and he is not doing his job: "Later, the bookseller will come to settle the bill, you will call me, and I will go next door to have a look." ”

Tianjun, who was disgusted by his daughter-in-law and couldn't go home, lived in the guest room during this time, and the nurse helped a lot, this woman was very capable, and she handled the big and small things in the small yard.

It was also the nurse who told Tianjun what the bookstore does, to teach and sell books, the workshop is at the end of the street, and there are already rumors in the town that the owner plans to recommend Tang Shusheng as a county official, so he is busy learning how to be an official, and as for the things in the bookstore, he will be lost to Mr. Cai.

When Mr. Cai first met, he made Tianjun think he was old-fashioned.

After chatting for a while, I felt that the old man was very open-minded: "Mr. Cai, I have something to ask." ”

"Gentleman, please speak."

"Why don't scholars write stories about immortals and demons, but instead write stories about mortals."

"Ah, isn't this very strange, Jun Gongzi just thinks that our town is telling the story of mortals, but the Cishan faction next door is talking about the story of the immortal demon world." Mr. Cai smiled, his eyes were gone, the bookcase behind him was full of manuscripts, and Tianjun's eyes fell on a stack of manuscripts that were turned to a bit of pages.

The old gentleman saw that he was interested, turned around and took it, Mr. Cai's house furnishings were very simple, except for the necessary tables, chairs and benches, and there were no decorative things, the spare places were full of books and manuscripts, and the strange thing was that even if they were piled on the ground, there was no trace of dust stained.

Mr. Cai said that these books were all very precious books that Zhao Chengcheng invited people to collect from all over the world.

He copied the only book and the original book, and he had to return it.

And when the owner has enough money, Mr. Cai also plans to ask the owner to repair the library for the school and the people in the town to study.

Now, the books are in the custody of Mr. Cai.

Tianjun opened the manuscript handed over by the old gentleman and found that it was a story, the manuscript was not thick, and the whole article was vernacular, it was not a mother rescue, or the champion of the exam, it was a little daughter's affair.

It tells the story of a female worker in a workshop and a blacksmith next door.

The female worker is an only daughter, and the blacksmith is also an only son, and the two are happy enemies, and the needle is against Maimang, and later they were awakened and became little lovers.

The manuscript says that as soon as the female worker bought the field, she heard that the blacksmith's father and mother were forcing the blacksmith to go on a blind date with other women, so angry that she rushed over to question her lover on the spot, but was stopped by her good sister.

Good sisters say that they are recruits, and other people's families are only children, and you can't let him abandon his father and mother, this is unfilial piety.

The female worker did like the blacksmith, and the sister asked her what would happen if the blacksmith asked the female worker to abandon her parents and go with him, and the female worker said that it was impossible for her to provide for her father and mother in the future.

Tianjun quickly turned back and jumped to the last page, but the blacksmith tried his best to tell the girl he wanted to see that he belonged to his heart, but they were both only children and the two families had not yet been discussed, and the girl who wanted to see was separated, and the blacksmith went back to find his sister, but who knew that the female worker said that he could not continue to communicate.

The blacksmith departed gloomily, and fell ill without thinking about food.

The female worker was arranged by her father and mother to see it with a family with seven or eight sons in the family.

And then, there was no more.

Tianjun, who hates giving up halfway, pinched the manuscript and asked, "Why haven't you finished writing?" ”

"It's just that I haven't finished writing, Mr. Fang doesn't have time to write, so I'll just write it here, let me find a way to continue." Mr. Cai replied.

"Mr. Fang is teaching North Street Academy?"

"Yes."

"Ah, he's not very busy, why don't you write it." Tianjun didn't understand, the school taught classes for three hours every day, and then went home from school, didn't Mr. Fang rest, and Mr. Fang's family lived behind the school.

When Zhao Chengcheng walked in, he heard Tianjun say who is not very busy, she was in a bad mood today, and there was a small tail stuck to her back, she stopped his words and frowned, and immediately answered: "I see that you are not very busy, shouldn't you go to learn the handbook with Xiao Zhang, are you still sitting here reading the book?" ”

She walked straight in and sat down, regardless of whether there was a place for her to sit, she squinted her eyes and stared at Tianjun: "If you don't want to help, go home and eat and drink for nothing." ”

"Who said I didn't want to help, I just watched Mr. Cai reviewing the manuscript, so come over and take a look to familiarize myself with the situation."

"Then what are you familiar with?"

Tianjun has a lot of words and a lot of experience: "Your script here, as well as the story of the storyteller, are very problematic, why are they all mortals self-reliant, and the love between men and women between mortals, why don't you write about the grievances between immortals and demons, what are you thinking." ”

Why do you want to write the story of mortals, because no one has written it before, there are cultivators, sects, and demon world scripts everywhere, why can't she write mortals: "I want to write, I pay for it, and I'm willing." Zhao Chengcheng, who was not in a beautiful mood, said a word.