Chen Xian was somewhat stunned.
Su Wenxuan respectfully said, "I am the master that Uncle Fu mentioned. I came here specifically to learn from you how to write a popular storybook."
Chen Xian: "Yes, writing relies on inspiration, on reading more and accumulating knowledge over time. You'll find that over time..."
"What?"
"I really don't have the talent for writing."
"Um?"
Su Wenhao burst out laughing.
This Mr. Liaozhai is really funny.
Su Wenxuan stared intently at him.
Su Wenhao then shut up.
It wasn't that Chen Xian intended to put him down; it was the truth.
When he graduated from university, he tried writing online articles for a while, earning 2.8 yuan a day, which wasn't even enough to cover his electricity bill.
In the end, he became a laid-back updater on Xianyu (a Chinese online marketplace), posting 4,000 words a day without fail, not writing a single extra word, and updating precisely at 5:59 PM every day.
The attendance requirement on Xihongshi Novel Network is less than 200 yuan.
Generating electricity for love.
Su Wenxuan laughed and said, "It's alright. I have a study at home. I write only out of interest."
Chen Xian laughed and said, "Right now, I might not have that much time. Just call me Uncle."
Su Wenxuan took out a tael of silver from his pocket, chuckled dryly, and felt somewhat uneasy. He knew that some scholars were very proud.
“I know that you may look down on such vulgar things as silver, but I came in a hurry and didn’t have much time to prepare a gift, so I can only use this silver as a donation.”
"Huh?"
To be honest, Chen Xian didn't intend to get anything out of him. As a struggling writer who didn't know the right methods, he could really empathize with these authors.
Hand speed becomes a blur.
"In that case, if I were to refuse your sincere offer, it would seem pretentious of me."
Su Wenxuan: "..."
Chen Xian was at home turning over wheat. He took off his shoes and socks, stuck his feet into the wheat, and walked back and forth, turning the wheat over so that the other side could be flipped over.
After drinking a cup of tea, my feet felt hot from the scalding water.
Su Wenxuan was somewhat curious.
It's hard to imagine that such a hardworking farmer could be a top-notch storyteller, whose stories would have a great influence even in county towns or prefectural cities.
Su Wenxuan had a bold idea: to experience the mundane details of an older man's life and see if it could stimulate his practical life experience.
So he took off his shoes and socks and tried to do it for a while.
Su Wenhao was somewhat disgusted.
"Brother, did they turn the steamed buns we eat over with their feet? That's disgusting!"
Su Wenxuan said irritably, "In the countryside, with these conditions, as far as I know, the bran of the wheat is removed when grinding flour. We eat white flour steamed buns. Ordinary people in the countryside eat flour with bran, and even that is not common."
Su Wenxuan took off his shoes and socks, his fair toes digging into the warm wheat, a strange sensation.
Before long, under the sun, he was covered in sweat, and his toes were full of wheat.
Su Wenhao was eager to try, looking around, and noticed a young man staring at him.
Erzhuzi asked doubtfully, "Do you want to give it a try?"
Su Wenhao seemed to have his little secret exposed at once, "How could that be?"
The news that two handsome young men had come to Dazhu's house spread throughout the entire small mountain village.
The Jia family.
A young girl was dressing up in front of a basin of water. She looked at the old red hair tie, pouted, and said, "Grandma, buy me some pretty hair accessories. I don't have anything on my head."
Granny Jia angrily retorted, "Buy what? We're broke! We've already lost all our money!"
Jia Bang said grimly, "If it weren't for that damned Chen Xian giving the old village head some advice, they really might not have been able to defend against me."
Jia Yue looked miserable.
"Brother, it's all your fault. Otherwise, the family wouldn't even have the money to buy me a hairpin."
Jia Geng said impatiently, "Alright, we're just doing this for our families."
At this time, news from the village also reached the Jia family's ears.
Jia Yue puffed out her chest, a sudden idea popping into her head. She heard that they were two young men riding horses, each horse costing at least twenty taels of silver, wealthy young men.
Hmph, I was born to be rich and noble, how could I possibly marry a farmer? I was born to enjoy a life of luxury. Looking at this dilapidated home, I feel disgusted for no reason. It's all because of my family that I'm being dragged down.
I made up an excuse.
Jia Yue secretly arrived at the Chen family's house.
But then they saw two young boys, barefoot, spreading wheat on the road.
A happy smile was on his face.
A question arose in my mind.
Wasn't he supposed to be a rich young master?
Is the young master capable of doing this kind of work?
Su Wenxuan said with a grin, "Brother, someone's here."
Su Wenhao hurriedly put on his shoes, his expression calm, reverting to his usual cold and handsome demeanor.
Jia Yue scanned him with her big eyes, her gaze first looking down, then feigning a coquettish shyness, she covered her mouth and asked, "Young master, what is your relationship to Uncle Xian's family?"
Su Wenhao remained silent.
Su Wenxuan glanced at the pretty young woman and chuckled softly.
"Yes, we are distant nephews of Uncle Xian's family, and we've come to visit relatives."
Jia Yue instantly lost interest and instinctively wanted to go back.
I'd never heard of Uncle Xian having any wealthy relatives before; he's a bunch of poor ones.
He chuckled softly, then suddenly noticed the two people wearing jade pendants at their waists, and his large eyes lit up.
Jade pendant, you're trying to fool me.
Is that something that ordinary people can afford?
Jia Yue took out a handkerchief from her bosom and said with a light laugh, "Seeing how much sweat you're doing, let me wipe it for you."
He headed towards Su Wenhao.
Su Wenhao's tone was harsh, his gaze icy: "Please have some self-respect, young lady."
She was a village girl who had never left the village; her face flushed with embarrassment, and she stood there stammering.
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