Yang Erzhu originally came to eat melons, but he didn't expect the fire to burn himself.
Seeing his father and Yang Dazhu looking at him, he avoided their gazes and said hesitantly, "Dad, please stop joking. It's been so many years. Why don't I remember you giving me money to pass on to my brother?"
Yang Erzhu certainly wouldn't dare to admit it. If he did, he would become the culprit that caused the conflict between his father and brother.
Who is Yang Dazhu? He dares to steal food from his father and nephew.
He suddenly kicked Yang Erzhu to the ground and asked him gloomily: "Did you lie, old man?"
No one expected such a turn of events, and the onlookers were stunned.
If you ask who Yang Erzhu is most afraid of, it must be his elder brother. He has been afraid of him since he was a child.
He stammered and told the truth on the spot.
He said: "It's true. Dad did ask me to bring it to you because we have a good relationship. They also asked me to persuade you not to follow the trend and do what others do, for fear of losing money.
I wanted to give it to you at that time, but when I got to your door, I thought it would be okay to give it to you later.
"Brother, you know that my family's money is managed by my mother. I've never seen so much money since I was a child. I just thought I could keep it for a few days to be happy."
But that night the child's mother found out and thought it was my hidden money, so she took it away. I explained that it was someone else's, but she wouldn't listen.
Later I didn’t dare tell you.”
Yang Erzhu's wife was almost scared to death and didn't dare to say a word.
She takes care of all the household affairs, but she is timid outside, especially when it comes to her uncle who is gloomy all the time.
He begged for mercy on the spot: "Brother, I'm sorry, I really didn't know that this money was given to you by my father. I will return it and give it to you right away."
Yang Dazhu said nothing, his eyes bloodshot. He walked up to Yang Erzhu and started punching him.
The scene was silent and no one dared to disturb.
It was not until the village chief could no longer bear it and called a few men to pull them apart.
The village chief sighed. "Alright, that's enough. You can't kill him. This is all a mess, and I don't know who to blame. Let's not dwell on the past. Just return your father and Xiaohu's grain this year. The past is over. If you two are willing, just give some compensation. I won't say anything else."
After saying that, he walked out of the crowd with his hands behind his back. As he walked, he said: "Let's all go back and do what we need to do. Don't crowd around."
The crowd slowly dispersed, and Yang Xiaohu, supporting his hobbled grandfather, also left.
Even the families of Yang Dazhu and Yang Erzhu did not dare to stay.
The only ones left at the scene were Yang Dazhu standing motionless and Yang Erzhu lying on the ground.
Li Yu did not go to the scene, she learned about it from Aunt Lin San, Wang. Aunt Lin San was a person who loved to be lively, and her presence was indispensable at such occasions.
After Lin He returned to school after her retreat, Li Yu resumed writing her own storybook. Three days later, she had finished one-third of the first part of her book, The Summit of Cooking.
She took the manuscript to the town to find Chen Zongwen.
Li Yu was also very humble and said to him: "Boss Chen, how about you take a look at it? As a reader who likes to read storybooks, please give me some feedback and I can revise it."
Chen Zongwen said: "There is no need. From the first 20 chapters you gave me last time, I can see that there is no problem with your story."
Li Yu then said to Chen Zongwen, "Boss Chen, I have a small suggestion for our new book. Please listen to it."
"You say." Chen Zongwen said.
Li Yu said, "Well, last time I was on the second floor of our library, I took a look at some of the current storybooks. It's not that they're badly written, but the covers of these storybooks are too rigid and conventional. They're basically just the title and the author's name. Don't you think it's too monotonous?"
Chen Zongwen tilted his head and thought about it, and it seemed to be true. Indeed, all the vernacular novels nowadays are like this. "But haven't all the vernacular novels been like this since ancient times? Do you have any good suggestions?" he asked Li Yu.
Li Yu told him, "We can draw a picture on the cover of the storybook. Imagine if I drew a little chef cooking in a pot that's bigger than him, and wrote the title and author's pen name next to it, wouldn't it make it easier to understand and pique people's curiosity?"
When Li Yu said this, he found that Chen Zongwen was staring at him.
She asked, "Boss Chen, do you think this is feasible?"
Chen Zongwen laughed: "Why not? It's feasible, absolutely feasible. Sister Li, how did you come up with this idea? This is really a great idea. Let's do it as you say."
Li Yu added, "There's more to it than that. For example, you could occasionally insert a picture that depicts a fascinating plot point into the book. That means you could draw a picture of a fascinating plot point and bind it into the pages along with the text. Of course, three or four pictures per book would be enough; you don't need too many."
At this point, Chen Zongwen was really impressed by Li Yu. Before, he only thought that Li Yu was a smart country aunt who was good at writing storybooks.
Now he feels that this sister is a Midas touch master.
If Li Yu knew what he was thinking, he would definitely complain: These are all leftovers from modern novels.
She was happy in her heart, after all, her efforts were not in vain.
Finally, Chen Zongwen asked her to leave her pen name behind, as he was going to start looking for someone to do the cover. This stumped Li Yu, as her pen name in her previous life was her own name: Li Yu.
It would be better to change in this life. In this era, men are superior to women. She was afraid that if he used the name Li Yu, people would know that he was a woman.
This pen name really stumped me. After thinking about it, I said to Chen Zongwen: "Let's just call him a relative!"
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If Chen Zongwen knew the expression of Black Question Mark Face, Li Yu would like to tell him that he is the real Black Question Mark Face.
But Li Yu still gave an explanation: "When we gave you the manuscript, we told you that it was written by a relative of mine, so now we call it: a relative.
My pen name: A relative.
Chen Zongwen: ...
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