Chapter 29

Xu Ying later contacted Lucky Lai Lai again.

This person is also stubborn. She said she doesn't need the money, and since the tip was given, it's for her.

Especially after she learned from Xu Ying that Shuangmu hadn't charged money for ringing the bell, she became even more unwilling to accept it, no matter how many times Xu Ying emphasized that she knew Shuangmu offline.

They simply won't accept it.

Lucky Come On: I have high hopes for your book, consider this an early investment.

Lucky me: Maybe we'll have a chance to meet again in the future.

Xu Ying raised an eyebrow.

It seems that this lucky person is not a simple character. Judging from her tone, she seems to have some connection with the novel industry.

Fine, if that's the case, then don't accept it.

However, since Xu Ying had accepted the tip, she felt she should express her gratitude.

The best way to express gratitude to an author is to add more chapters, so after updating ten chapters, she dug out eight more from her drafts and posted them.

As for why she released eight chapters instead of ten, it's because she only had eight chapters left to write.

well!

Looking at the draft she had sent out, Xu Ying felt a pang of heartache. She had painstakingly written for so many days, and all the dozen or so chapters she had painstakingly saved up had been squandered in just one day.

Xu Ying was somewhat saddened, but the readers were delighted.

The fact that the author updated ten chapters in a row was already enough to make them happy, but after seeing the excitement of the two generous donors, they felt that today's reward was even more worthwhile.

Who would have thought that there was another surprise waiting for them? The author suddenly updated eight more chapters in the afternoon.

Including the ten chapters from this morning, the author has published 60,000 words today alone.

!!

The month is absolutely extravagant!

For a moment, the comment section of "The Great Tang Female Painter" was filled with cheers and applause. But soon, these people disappeared again, busy reading the story.

Since the start of the summer semester, Song Yilian has become the senior graduate student in her research group. Her senior classmates have graduated, and now she is the head of the research group.

This has made her very busy now.

The younger students rely on her. When problems arise in experiments, the first person they think of is her. The professor also says that she is the student he trusts the most, and she is always the first person he asks for help whenever something happens.

In addition, she also had a whole host of experiments to do, and she practically wished she could be divided into eight parts to keep up with her work.

So when she suddenly had some free time, even just one night, it was incredibly precious to her.

She returned to her dormitory early, and after washing up, she lay down on her small bed, which was only 1.5 meters wide, and couldn't wait to open the Feihong Novel app.

I miss her so much!

She's been so busy lately that she falls asleep the moment her head hits the pillow and hasn't been able to catch up on the updates of "The Great Tang Female Painter" for a long time.

"It's been a few days..."

She counted the days on her fingers and estimated that she had at least seven or eight days left. Wow, that means she has seven or eight chapters of drafts to read today?!

Thinking of this, Song Yilian couldn't help but grin.

Seven or eight chapters in reserve, hehe.

She thought she was mentally prepared, but the next second, when she clicked into the table of contents of "The Great Tang Female Painter", she couldn't help but exclaim "Holy crap!"

"Holy crap, holy crap, one two three four five six seven eight nine ten... twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six!"

She counted down chapter by chapter, and when she finally reached the end, she found that she had a total of twenty-six chapters to read.

Good heavens, is she dreaming?

She hadn't checked in for about a week, and the novel's chapters had multiplied on their own, like cells in a petri dish.

"Hahahahahaha," what could be more joyful than this? Song Yilian laughed wildly in her dormitory. Anyway, no one was in her dormitory now. Her other three roommates were all third-year graduate students who usually didn't come back before midnight.

He laughed.

After counting again, Song Yilian finally decided to go back to her novel.

The female protagonist studied painting under her father, and after achieving some success, she began charging exorbitant prices, earning her the nickname "miser." Later, she even launched family portrait and wedding photo packages, making a fortune...

Song Yilian was thoroughly entertained by every chapter.

"The female lead is so interesting!"

The more Song Yilian looked at Yan Huaijin, the more she liked him.

Someone like her, who spends all day in the lab until her eyes are dull and her face is ashen, should watch something funny and cute to energize her.

At this point, she had completely forgotten how much she liked the male lead when she first read "Back to High School." That's just how it is when they read military-themed novels—they fall in love with every one they see and forget about every book they read.

Song Yilian was watching with a wide grin when she suddenly learned Du Gou's fate from the female lead's inner monologue.

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That hurts.

Where did the humor go? Why did it suddenly turn so serious? Song Yilian's upturned lips tightened instantly.

Not to mention the description of Madam Du's beloved son that follows immediately. Although the author writes this part very simply, readers have brains and will make connections.

The more gentle and loving Madam Du appeared, the more heartbroken these onlookers, who knew the outcome, became.

"Oh, author, you might as well kill me," Song Yilian said, unable to bear it, praying as she read the story. "Author, please don't let Du Gou die! Du Gou didn't do anything wrong; he's a good official."

As expected, the subsequent plot did not disappoint her.

To be honest, Duke Du Gou of Lai was indeed very clever and quick-witted.

Yan Huaijin had merely given him a crudely made fishing rod, yet he was able to apply it in many ways. Not only did he develop the fishing rod into a specialty of Laizhou and sell it to various places, but he also somehow figured out the ingenious use of the axle and applied it to other aspects.

When Yan Huaijin heard news of him again, nearly a year had passed.

At this time, a rumor spread throughout the capital that the governor of Cizhou had improved the structure of the ships, making them travel much faster and less strenuous than before.

The news was brought by a merchant from Cizhou, who had traveled to Chang'an by waterway, so it should be considered credible.

Some curious people asked the Cizhou merchant, "What aspects of the ship need improvement?"

People's impression of ships at that time was still stuck in the past when they used oars. Even those who had seen a little of the world only knew that ships had a rudder, but they had never learned about them in detail.

Just as the Cizhou merchant was about to show off, someone asked a question that was exactly what he wanted to hear.

He immediately stroked his beard and said, "That shows how ignorant you are. Everyone in Cizhou knows that Governor Du is dedicated to the people. He not only improved the fishing rod to make it easier for fishermen to catch fish, but also worked hard to study the boat and conducted many experiments before finally succeeding in improving the rudder."

"Speaking of which, this ship's rudder is quite ingenious. Governor Du modified it into a round, rotating wheel, much like a car wheel, and even added a pulley at the back. He said that simply turning the rudder wheel would drive the pulley to control the rudder at the back..."

The merchant's knowledge was limited, and his explanation was incoherent, making it even more incomprehensible to others.

The people didn't quite understand what he meant by ship's wheel and pulley, but that didn't stop him from leaving everyone with the impression that Lord Du loved the people like his own children.

For a time, Lord Du's reputation in the capital was exceptionally good.

Reputation is still very important these days.

At that time, the imperial examination system was still in its infancy and not as formal as it would become in later generations. At that time, becoming an official was more about clan recommendation. Therefore, having a good reputation was tantamount to having more security and leverage for Du Gou.

Therefore, when Yan Huaijin heard the people of the capital praising Du Gou, she was pleased and a smile appeared on her face.

However, Hongzhu, who was standing nearby, misunderstood her joyful expression: "Why is my wife in such a good mood?"

Today, the lady has received an invitation from the King of Wu to paint a picture of a horse in winter for him.

Could it be that she has taken a fancy to the King of Wu?

Yan Huaijin's business has expanded, and she is no longer limited to painting anything. As long as the buyer pays enough, she can paint anything, including erotic paintings.

Speaking of erotic pictures, there aren't many explicit videos to watch these days. Nowadays, most unmarried young women only have one or two erotic picture books bought by their families for them to look at and study before their wedding.

Should she get a piece of the pie in this business?

After thinking it over, Yan Huaijin decided to give up. Money was important, but reputation was even more important. If she really started a business selling erotic pictures, her father would probably never be able to hold his head up in court again.

Yan Huaijin was lost in thought and forgot to reply to Hongzhu, which only made Hongzhu more certain of her guess.

If she hadn't been right, why would my wife have put on such a dazed look!

"Alas," Hongzhu sighed inwardly.

The King of Wu was handsome and dashing, and today he rode a tall horse freely around the manor, displaying remarkable heroism. His own young lady was also sixteen years old, with a pure and elegant appearance. The two were truly a perfect match in terms of looks.

But apart from that, there's nothing else that can compare.

Although her reputation isn't as bad as it was a couple of years ago, she's still not as well off as an ordinary young lady. It's difficult for her to marry into a family of equal social standing, let alone royalty or nobility; it's incredibly difficult!

Yan Huaijin was unaware of Hongzhu's thoughts. She was in high spirits the whole way, strolling around the street stalls and having a great time, which made Hongzhu even more saddened.

"Quack quack quack quack," Song Yilian laughed like a duck.

This red bead is so cute! The female lead didn't say anything, but she imagined a whole drama unfolding in her mind. And the author is so good at writing, making her laugh and cry at the same time, completely immersed in the novel's plot.

After laughing, Song Yilian tried to flip to the next page but couldn't.

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She was so startled she almost jumped out of bed. She'd actually read over twenty chapters in the blink of an eye?!

Before she could think much about it, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open from the outside with a bang, followed by her roommates' various complaints about their miserable lives.

"Stupid teacher, I already said this wouldn't work, but you insisted I try it. Now look what happened, I've been working on this for days and haven't gotten any data at all, it's all for nothing!"

"I'm exhausted. I did animal experiments today, from afternoon to night. More than thirty mice, a total of thirty-six. First, I dissected them, then I took out their hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys one by one... Do you know how I spent my day?!"

"Song Yilian, you're the best. It must be comfortable lying in bed."

Generally speaking, her roommates would return between 11:00 and 12:00. Song Yilian glanced at the time and, sure enough, it was already 11:38.

In other words, she really did go to bed around 8 o'clock and read novels in bed for nearly three hours.

incredible.

She felt like she had only been lying down for a few minutes. Who stole her precious time?!

It's this wretched February weather.