The Bookish Scholar of the Red Mansion

Chen Heng returned to his dormitory with two storybooks in his arms, and soon attracted the attention of his classmates.

Brother Heng, do you want to read the script? Jiang Yuanbai moved the stool towards him.

It's not reading, it's writing. Chen Heng put down the storybook, but didn't pick it up and read it immediately. He had to finish today's homework first, as well as the number of copyings punished by the mountain chief, and then wait for him to have a headache.

Jiang Yuanbai was very puzzled. He put his hand on the table and supported his chin, Why are you writing this so well? He waved to Qian Dayou and Xue Biao who were not coming over, Didn't you two hear? Brother Heng said he wanted to Write a script and come up with ideas.

Just write, I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Qian Dayou was burying his head in endorsement and only replied dryly.

Xue Biao waved his hand at his position, indicating that he would not come, I gave him the idea. Brother Heng said he wanted to make money. It is impossible for him to work as a bookkeeper in another shop, and he can't even copy three melons and two dates. It’s better to try the Huaben method.”

Jiang Yuanbai nodded from the distance and asked Chen Heng curiously, Brother Heng, are you short of money?

Chen Heng looked at him thoughtfully and asked him, Brother Jiang, how long do you think we will study in the academy?

This question obviously confused Jiang Yuanbai. He used to spend his days carelessly, but suddenly he thought about the future, and stammered on the spot: We must...be admitted as a scholar before we talk.

Similar to his own idea, Chen Heng nodded and continued to ask: Then how long does it take to be admitted as a scholar?

It has to take five or six years anyway. Jiang Yuanbai muttered. Now is the stage of building tall buildings from the ground, and five or six years is just an imaginary number. But he also understood what Chen Heng meant. Both of their family backgrounds were at the bottom among their classmates.

Although Jiang Yuanbai is slightly better, Chen Heng is still a student in Class A, and the college expenses are less than him. Jiang Yuanbai later thought that he seemed to have chosen painting, and the expenses for just painting paper in a year were very exaggerated.

I think the same thing. Chen Heng agreed with the other party's judgment and told Jiang Yuanbai his plan, Since I have to study in the academy for five or six years, I have to prepare for a rainy day in advance. I can't throw away all this expense. For the sake of your family, just close the door and cover your head while you read.

Chen Heng said briefly that the future situation of the old Chen family was actually worse than what he said.

The eldest sister Chen Qing is already ten years old and will be in her prime years in five years. When a girl reaches her hair age, she will start preparing to get married. Although I don't ask to get married right away, in the process of slowly looking for candidates, as long as I meet the right one, I will never wait too long.

When the eldest sister gets married, the second sister Chen Xian will soon follow. By the time of double happiness, I should also start studying, not to mention the one who is not yet born in the mother's belly.

Based on this calculation, the finances of the old Chen family in the next few years will be full of crises.

Then... Jiang Yuanbai thought about it in his mind, and realized that his family's situation was not much better. He was the eldest son, and he was followed by two younger sisters. He and his younger sisters had a good relationship, so naturally they couldn't bear to let each other suffer because of him.

Brother Heng, please lend me these two story books. Jiang Yuanbai was also a little moved. Although his parents never mentioned the difficulties at home, he asked them for money every time. , I can’t help but feel a sense of shame of taking over my sister’s expenses.

Don't delay your studies and homework, this is our foundation. Chen Heng said emphatically because he was afraid that he would not be able to distinguish the importance.

I saved it. Jiang Yuanbai picked up the book and nodded at him.

Chen Heng didn't have time to pick up his storybook until he went to bed before going to bed. He browsed through it roughly and had some understanding of the current standards in the library.

The library doesn't seem to be very interested in finished story books. The story books that are printed and sold are all in independent volumes. It's a bit like the publishing method favored by Chen Heng's later generations, which is mainly single volumes.

The content is mainly about gratification and revenge, but the plot is more twists and turns.

For example, the book Heroes with Blood and Iron Heart in his hand is about a general whose house was confiscated. A surviving son escaped and wandered among the people. With a little effort, he prepared to rectify the injustice for his family. At the end of this volume, there is only a scene where the male protagonist rescues the lost princess from the gangsters and is being secretly promised by the princess.

Chen Heng turned directly to the end. After reading it, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Chinese people are really happy about marrying princesses. It can be said that it has been passed down for a long time.

He didn't think much about it and only compared the plot of this book with the novel in his memory. Chen Heng may not be able to remember the specific dynasty of the poems, but the plots of the novels he read when he was in school are really hard to forget.

Whether it's Golden Dragon Liang Wen or Xian Xia Fantasy, each has its own merits and wonders.

So is this the benefit of traveling through time? Chen Heng couldn't help but sneer, probably excited that he was a copycat.

I used to read novels in which the protagonist returned to ancient times and had to make a living by doing business such as making wine and cooking vegetables. These things required not only secret recipes and costs, but also more important connections.

It's not like being a copycat. As long as you can read and write, you can take a pen and stand on the shoulders of a group of giants and write whatever you want.

So what should you write in your first book? Do you need to think of a nicer pen name?

Chen Heng was in a good mood for a moment and couldn't help laughing while hugging the quilt.

Jiang Yuanbai on the other side is suffering. He just thought today that his family will spend so much money in the future, and he is making a deep reflection on his usual slackness.

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By the time Chen Heng finished the homework assigned by the mountain leader, it was already mid-October. Sister Lin had been absent for many days due to leave, but she finally returned to the academy for class today.

Xue Baoqin, Wei Qijun, and Wei Shu were naturally very happy to hand over handkerchiefs. After some laughter, Sister Lin waited until the class was over and couldn't wait to hang the paper crane under the peach tree.

It's a pity that Chen Heng has been pretentious recently and thought that she wanted to stay at home and continue to spend time with her family, so she didn't bother to go to the gym. It was not until three days later that when Chen Heng went to the Tiren Hall to post a post, he noticed that two or three new cranes had been added under the peach tree.

Chen Heng screamed in his heart that it was terrible, and hurriedly took out Daiyu's letters, and found that there were three of them. It's just that the latest letter doesn't have a single word on it, but a very simple picture.

A small stream flows through a forest full of peach blossoms, with a wooden fish floating on it. On the left side of the drawing paper, the sun is shining brightly. There is a rugged mountain road underneath, and there is an open door along the steps. At the end, there was no one inside the door.

What does it mean?

Chen Heng frowned slightly while holding the letter, and walked to the steps outside the Tiren Hall.

The evening breeze is gentle and the sunset is thousands of miles away. It not only coats Tiren Hall with a layer of red, but also reflects on Chen Heng's green face.

Chen Heng thought about it carefully before realizing that Sister Lin was laughing at him for escaping into Buddhism.

Thinking of Sister Lin's usual quirkiness, Chen Heng subconsciously turned to the back and saw a few lines of words. The content is quite simple: This painting has three meanings. Brother, you might as well take a guess.

How could such a sloppy painting have three layers?

Chen Heng turned the page to the front in disbelief. After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't figure out the two layers behind it, so he simply gave up.

He put the drawing paper away and read the letter behind it. The above content is simple. Daiyu explained the current situation at home. Jue's health has improved a lot. Master Qingning's apprentice Miaoyu has also been taken into the Lin Mansion for placement.

In her letter, Sister Lin emphatically praised Miaoyu's literary talent, saying that her style of poetry was very similar to that of Lay Buddhist Yi An. Looking further down, there are just ordinary things.

After Chen Heng read it slowly, he also started writing a reply. He thought for a while, then concealed Pei Huaizhen's punishment of him, and only told the other party that he might want to write a script.

Thinking that this sister always had many ideas, Chen Heng couldn't help but ask her in the letter to give him a nice and easy-to-remember pen name.

After simply replying to the letter, Chen Heng stuffed the letter paper back into the cabinet and continued to talk to Lao Yan with his pen and ink.

I have created a book club: 670332809, so that you can communicate with me if you have any questions. I also have some attentive friends, can you help me check for typos? ? ? ? The more people the better.