C5 The trouble of literary teenagers

At that time, I was so excited that I almost couldn't control myself. I picked up the pen and added a few words:

"By Jiangnan."

My heart, my body, was trembling with each stroke: this was the story I knew best, this was the person I loved so much, and when I threw down my thirtieth bald brushstroke, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"The f * cking Jiangnan, the damn eunuch!" Stinker King! " I scolded angrily, "I wonder how many Nine Prefectures have dropped in the past few years? How many had it been recorded? Or did he jump into another pit because he couldn't earn any money? "

There was also a deep hole in the ground, after the first two three four five six, there was the second two three five six, and then there was the second two three four six, and then there was the second two three four five six, and then maybe there would be the second two three four six, "OOXX Record of the Nine Regions" and "XXOO Book of the Nine Regions" … What a pity, what a pity! It was a pity that this fellow dug too fast, filling in the hole too slowly! He wouldn't be able to come up with a book worth more than 200 thousand words a year! Grandpa Jiang Nan, compared to the days when you fought at the starting point, aren't you ashamed of yourself?

I sighed. 'Pity it's a eunuch's text, or I'll find someone to polish it up and get a publishing group to publish it. It must be a masterpiece that has been passed down for thousands of years. Furthermore, I can also conveniently advance the records of a few literary works of the motherland by a thousand years and eight hundred years, for the country and for the people, that is the great hero.

— — I'm sorry, but this introduction is not only long-winded, but it also seems more and more like an advertisement for the Misty Record …

Actually, this is just a complaint that I accumulated for many years in my previous life.

This series is indeed not short, at least 1 million words or more, I have already forgotten most of the irrelevant details, but compared to the previous one, "Three Kingdoms", I created it even faster, and it only took me a year to finish it. It's probably because mothers are born in October but are unable to give birth to a child.

At this time, he was almost eight years old, and the amount of papers that I had squandered all over the place was estimated to be around two to three thousand, but due to Eastroad Eunuch Cai Lun making such a huge improvement in the paper crafting technique, his paper production skills had improved greatly, and the cost of the paper had reportedly also decreased greatly, gradually entering into the average household, thus the cost of paper construction had become cheaper.

Occasionally, I would come to my room and see that what used to be a roll of excellent paper had been completely filled with words written by me in my crappy calligraphy. He was always silent before he left, but from the stiff smile on his face, I could vaguely feel that at this moment, he was itching to pinch this unfilial son of his to death, then use the thousands of sheets of white paper that he had wasted to place on top of his head, light the fire, and burn this wastrel's corpse and work into ashes.

Looking at the ugly expression on his face, I couldn't help but feel disdain for him in my heart. No matter what era it was, illiterate people were always jealous of scholars!

So I continued to waste paper with a great sense of peace and started a new creation.

In my childhood, other than hunting, walking my horse, taking broken classes, and taking a nap, I really couldn't find anything else that could be used as entertainment. I was really bored, and under this situation where my material life was extremely poor, I was happy in my hardships and decided to enrich my spiritual world from a subjective perspective.

Therefore,, who was following me closely, had to put in a lot of effort. I had to bring along some ink and paper to meet the needs of this modern scholar, a slut, in order to compose and compose a poem.

Under these extremely harsh circumstances, I completed hundreds of classic poems on the bumpy horseback. From the easily understood "Minnong", "Goose", "Silent Night" and so on, through the transition from "Guan Canghai", "You Shanxi Village", "Jin Se", and so on, I gradually developed into the difficult "Charcoal Onion", "Spring, Autumn, Moon", "Pipa Road", and so on. Although it was quite shameless, I never stopped halfway because of it. As a result, the three hundred poems were about half a foot high. They were heavy and thick, and the sense of accomplishment they gave rise to was natural.

As for why I, who had been living in the Northwest Wasteland, was able to recite "Difficulties of Shu" with my body as a yellow-haired kid, "Farewell in a Dream", "Sad to the Mourning", "The Water Flute and the Head", "The Broken Array", "The Spring in Qin Garden and Snow", "The Serenity of" Pipa Walk "," The Elegance of "," The Ode of Mulan ", and the Formality of" … The reason for this was so that they wouldn't be considered as outsiders anymore.

In any case, I only use Simplified Chinese, in the eyes of outsiders, it's just a child writing is not home. However, I have always treasured it like it is a treasure. It was sealed in an iron chest, and on the cover were actually six Chinese characters: "Ma Chao rose from the grave". Of course, a seven or eight-year-old kid still hasn't picked up the words yet. I was just the first to feel that I had taken advantage of him. Anyway, the name 'Meng Qi' will sooner or later only belong to me.

Moreover, the more anxious I was, the less guarantee the quality would be. Therefore, I had to look for a brush and paper to jot down the poem before the inspiration arrived, then carefully decorate it before it could finally be included in the anthology.

Although the poems weren't many, they took up the longest time. When I was about ten years old, I still managed to obtain some, so after spending three to four years, I finally managed to make out the first scale of the thick stack of manuscript for the《 Ma Chao's Meng Qi Wen Song》. It was only then that I felt that I had officially done something important after arriving at this Ghost Era. Well, it was hard work.

In order to grow up and become a man of culture, I don't want to be able to say seven poems. I just hope that I can express my feelings a little bit with the time and place and the atmosphere. I just can't spend my life in this northwest corner and have my generations of Central Plains celebrities scorn me as a "unmainstream" barbarian.

All in all, everything is for the future rich and colorful growth and then smooth domination. Since I was a child, I started to make adequate preparations, but to be prepared for a rainy day without any problems.

At this moment, I, who was eight years old, was looking forward to the coming of a bright future.