Yes, Mo Huang named his first work Mo Jingtian. This is a very meaningful name that fits Mo Huang’s life at the time and his vision, and it is also consistent with the original text.
Mo Huang explained to his girlfriend seriously.
However, when Lu Lin heard the name, her expression instantly grew serious, her brows furrowed, and she asked doubtfully, "Mo Jingtian, this name isn't a good one. As the saying goes, boys shouldn't have the character 'tian' in their names, and girls shouldn't have the character 'xian' in their names! This name sounds nice, but isn't it a bit inappropriate?"
Mo Huang said, "Mo is my surname, and Jingtian is my idea. I want to become a god with one book, shocking the world and reaching the top of my profession! Also, the name Jingtian is very consistent with the protagonist's background. After all, it was his cry that attracted the master to come and rescue him. So, I will never change these three words!"
After he finished speaking, Mo Huang's face was full of determination, as if he had traveled through time and space to become the same hero as him.
Lu Lin looked at her boyfriend's serious expression and suddenly thought he was adorable. She immediately laughed and teased him, "Okay, whatever you want. If you really become a blockbuster and write a book that shakes the world, then I can name the boy you give birth to this way too!"
"Okay!" Unexpectedly, Mo Huang actually believed it and agreed immediately.
If you want to write a stunning work, you must integrate humanity and art. Only in this way can what you write have soul and make people feel involved when they read it.
Mo Huang spent a whole night thinking about it before he could outline the theme and main line of the story. It was really not easy.
He still remembered that he had read an article before, which was about the nightmare of creators. It said that most artists have some small quirks that are very clearly distinguished from ordinary people.
The reason is that they have too many things to think about. They want to write an entire world, so some abnormalities in thinking are normal.
The article also gave an example of a horror novel author who, in order to write a good work, went to a mass grave alone and set up camp there. Afterwards, he really wrote a creepy work. However, because of the author's imagination, the images in his mind were full of horror elements. Later, this person went crazy and was sent to a mental hospital.
There are many such stories. For example, some people who write about cultivating immortals search through various myths and legends, as well as books about strange people and unusual events, in order to collect materials. In the end, they even give up writing and climb mountains, determined to cultivate Taoism and become immortals!
There are so many examples that I can’t even list them all.
If you want something different from others, you have to make different efforts and pay different prices. This is inevitable.
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At this time, the couple in the house were talking, but at this moment, the door suddenly rang, and Ye Fei's voice rang out.
"Xiao Huang, you two have been busy all night, and you're still not done! Someone is coming from your village! They're looking for you!"
Hearing this, the two of them quickly got up, washed their faces and brushed their teeth in a hurry, and then quickly went out.
Outside the door, several people from the village committee were standing at Mo Huang's door with notebooks in their hands. They were here today to measure the area of the land where Mo Huang's family was to be demolished.
When Mo Huang saw everyone standing outside the door, he immediately glared at Ye Fei, who was lazing around beside him, and complained, "Why don't you let them in? You're just leaving them standing at the door!"
Ye Fei looked embarrassed and didn't say a word.
There was no way. It was not that he didn't want anyone to go in, but these people remembered Ye Fei. After all, he had a physical fight with him before. It would be a bit awkward to meet him suddenly now.
However, the few people from the village committee weren't surprised. When one of them saw Mo Huang coming out, he said directly, "Let's go now! The sooner we measure and finish the job, the sooner you can get paid!"
Mo Huang nodded, but he reacted instantly.
Let’s go, let’s go there!
Isn’t it just about measuring their family?
You still need to go there, you don’t need to move at all!
Why not just measure it at Mo Huang’s house?
Then, Mo Huang expressed his doubts and looked at the people in the village with a puzzled look on his face.
At this time, one of the leaders explained: "We are not measuring your house, but your land. Your house is not within the scope unless it is demolished."
This was the principle, Mo Huang understood it, and then he obediently followed the few people to his own land.
However, it was these few people who took Mo Huang there, and Mo Huang himself had no idea whether his family had any vegetable fields or land.
After all, when they lived here, in Mo Huang's impression, his father and mother never seemed to farm, and he had never seen them doing farm work.
Speaking of which, Mo Huang still feels strange now. When he was in his hometown, he didn't even know how his parents made a living.
However, he doesn't have the leisure to think about these things now. He can't care about so many things now and has to deal with the demolition issue first.
Then, after about a few hours of discussion, it was finally determined that the 300 acres of land owned by the Mo Huang family were within the scope of this demolition.
To be honest, when Mo Huang heard this number, he was surprised. He really didn't know that his family had so much land. He had never heard his father or mother mention it.
Several people from the village committee were arguing here because they had different opinions. They were all talking about things like the original land dividing lines of each family, and which acre was not left uncultivated, etc.
Mo Huang had no say in these matters and could only stand aside and listen quietly.
Finally, after they finished arguing, they handed the demolition confirmation form to Mo Huang, told him the area, and asked him to sign.
Looking at the number on the demolition list, Mo Huang couldn't help but hesitate. After all, it was three hundred acres!
Judging from the situation, the compensation must be tens of millions, which is not a small amount!
However, there was no signal at the moment, and Mo Huang could not confirm with his father. However, he was not in a position to sign directly. It was not that he did not trust the people in these villages, but Mo Huang felt that after arguing for so long, if something went wrong, she would have to come back, which would be very troublesome.
What he wanted was to solve the problem once and for all. This amount of money was just a drop in the bucket for him anyway.
Mo Huang pretended to look at the list, thinking of ways to solve the problem quickly.
Moreover, in order to avoid being noticed, Mo Huang would look at the demolition order for a few times and then turn his head to look at the fields, as if comparing them. No one was suspicious.
Finally, after much deliberation, Mo Huang came up with an idea. He then looked directly at the person who handed him the demolition order and asked, "How much is the compensation for one acre of land? How much money do I have at home?"
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