The Farmer’s Eldest Daughter Has a Spatial Pocket

Gu Yundong's eyes flashed in front of the four of them one by one, and after a while, he said in a low voice, "Then I...speak straight?"

"Go ahead."

Even Shao Qingyuan looked at her earnestly. He himself thought the idea was not bad, but if Yun Dong said no, he would quickly think about it.

Gu Yundong coughed lightly, "There is no problem with the story, it's just written here, it's not fascinating enough."

Dai Zhifu hurriedly leaned forward, "Where is not enough?"

"Uncle, our story is mainly for the common people. Most of the common people are illiterate. Even if they do, they cannot understand the words that are too profound, especially these verses, we can understand them, but the common people may not be able to hear them. Understand."

As for the story, of course, it should be simple and straightforward, and it should be a fuss.

"In that case, it makes some sense."

Dai Zhifu nodded slightly, and then heard Gu Yundong say, "After all, this script is different from the article. In addition to being logically rigorous, the most important thing in the script is to set suspense to catch people's attention, so that people can understand the next story. There are guesses and expectations for the plot. And the first sentence is especially important. It is best to be concise and straightforward, and directly hit the theme. The rhetoric is too gorgeous, which will make people sleepy.”

Dai Zhifu, who felt that his first sentence was very well written, "..."

Shao Qingyuan, who felt that Dai Zhifu wrote much better than himself, "..."

Mrs. Dai and Mrs. Dai, who felt that the first sentence would definitely make the emperor happy, "..."

This first sentence, as if, indeed, was not concise enough.

Dai Zhifu felt that he had been hit. After he took the sheets of paper and looked at them again, he suddenly felt dull.

He is also a person who can really listen to what he has to say, so he immediately asks for advice, "Then according to you, how to write it?"

Devinho said, "We are not good at writing scripts, why don't we find a scholar who is good at scripts to try?"

Gu Yundong waved his hand, "No need. I'll write it. I'll write it out in a while, and you'll have a look. If it doesn't work, we'll find someone else to try it out."

After all, she is someone who has read so many novels and news. The story is not long, and she is good at attracting people's attention.

"Okay, then you write first."

Mrs. Dai glanced at a few people, "What to write? Eat first, and then write when you're done."

Really, everyone is talking about forgetting to be hungry, right?

She hurriedly asked the servants to bring the meal, and invited Yun Dong to eat first.

Gu Yundong thought about it in his head while eating, and the others were silent, and the speed was very fast, and it didn't take long to finish eating.

Not long after Gu Yundong finished his meal, he took the papers and went into the study.

No one bothered her, let her write slowly by herself, and they continued to discuss the next process.

Gu Yundong thought for a while with the pen in hand, and finally wrote the first sentence on the paper.

"By the way, some time ago, a great event happened in the capital..."

Gu Yundong is also not a professional writer, but at least it is more like a scripture than what Dai Zhifu wrote, and it is more listenable to people.

She moved quickly. Anyway, there was a sample of Dai Zhifu. She changed the way of writing a little, and then adjusted the sequence before and after, and deleted all the nonsense that praised the virtues. Finally, there was a suspense, and it was done.

Gu Yundong put down the pen, blew on the ink, and walked out of the study door with a few pages of paper.