"One thousand six hundred words."
Lin Chaonan answered without even opening his eyes.
"Oh, you can write 1,600 words in an hour, so how many words can you write in five hours... Third Brother?"
Lin Chaobei turned to Lin Chaonan and asked again.
"Eight thousand."
Lin Chaonan uttered two words mercilessly.
"Then, what about six hours?"
Lin Chaobei continued to ask.
"Nine thousand six."
After Lin Chaonan finished speaking, he shifted to a more comfortable position and continued to close his eyes to rest.
“Mother, look, you can clearly write 10,000 words a day, but you only write 100 or 200 words a day, at most 300 or 500 words, and you haven’t even written 1,000 words!”
"Mom, these few words are really not enough to read; they're gone in a flash! Since you're just lazing around at home with nothing to do anyway, why don't you write a little more? I didn't expect you to write tens of thousands; let's start with a few hundred words?"
Lin Chaobei acted like he was easy to talk to and willing to negotiate, which made Yue Jiuyue so angry that she wanted to hit him.
It sounds simple, but writing 10,000 to 20,000 words a day, even if these aren't stories she came up with herself, still requires her to draw upon her memory and write them out stroke by stroke, word by word! Isn't writing tiring? Does she really have nothing else to do besides writing? She's not a writing machine!
Suddenly, she understood the helplessness of those online novel authors when she used to urge them to update their novels.
Nobody is a writing machine, and nobody can spend more than ten hours a day writing, excluding sleeping and eating time. Putting aside whether sitting in front of a computer for more than ten hours a day is bearable, can anyone have that many plots to write in their head?
Anyway, Yue Jiuyue couldn't write it. Let alone ten thousand or eight thousand words, she couldn't even write a thousand or eight hundred words!
When she said she couldn't write, she meant she couldn't write that many words of a story. If you include the words she wrote while practicing calligraphy, then it would definitely be enough.
"Then, show me this story of a thousand or eight hundred words first. If you can write it every day, I'll give it a try."
Yue Jiuyue wouldn't give in to him, even though he was her son.
It has a kind of rogue-like attitude of "If you think my writing is bad, here's a pen for you to write."
Lin Chaobei: Σ⊙▃⊙川
He wrote it?!
Please forgive him! He even tries to skip his daily reading practice time by claiming he's too tired!
However, it's rare for him to find a "book" that he can actually get into, and he even finds it quite interesting and wants to keep reading. But he's just squeezing in a little bit each day, and he's not really enjoying it at all!
"Mom, can I just write words and not stories?"
Lin Chaobei had a sudden inspiration and came up with a good compromise.
"no."
Yue Jiuyue coldly and ruthlessly refused.
"Forehead……"
The smile on his face didn't even have time to bloom before it withered away, turning into a bitter expression in the blink of an eye.
"I can't write stories! Mom, aren't you deliberately making things difficult for me?"
Lin Chaobei looked at Yue Jiuyue with a sorrowful expression, his resentment deep.
He'd barely heard any stories growing up, and had only read a few short myths. What kind of stories could he possibly come up with? Stories of himself becoming those gods?
It seems like it's not entirely impossible, huh?
Lin Chaobei scratched his chin, thinking the idea was great, but he didn't know how to write the story of how he became a god.
Lin Chaobei frowned in thought and didn't hear what Yue Jiuyue said again. He didn't know when he left Yue Jiuyue's room. Anyway, when he came to his senses, he was already lying on his kang (a heated brick bed).
Forget it, if I can't figure it out, I'll stop thinking about it for now. Although his mind was filled with all sorts of wild imaginings of what it would be like to become a god, his eyes had already closed against his will.
Lin Chaobei had an "aha" moment, but something was still missing.
Yue Jiuyue didn't take Lin Chaobei's words to heart and continued doing what she was doing. She also didn't take her retort to Lin Chaobei to heart; it was just a casual remark that she had forgotten as soon as she said it.
She continued writing myths until she could no longer remember them. She even planned out the next stories she would write, which would be short stories based on idioms.
However, the characters and countries in the idiom stories should be left vague for now; you must remember them, otherwise, if she puts them in the bookstore to sell, someone might find fault with her.
Yue Jiuyue wrote a note, folded the paper in the middle, and made it stand on the table so that she could see it at a glance.
That day, she lived the same way as usual: she woke up, ate breakfast, wrote a few words when she had nothing to do, ate lunch when it was time, went out to bask in the sun for a while when the sun was out, went back inside to the kang (heated brick bed) and tucked herself in, wrote a few words in her spare time, and then waited for dinner...
Even after dinner, Lin Chaobei continued to drag Lin Chaonan to Yue Jiuyue's room to see the short stories Yue Jiuyue had just written that day. These were all the same as usual, nothing out of the ordinary.
Lin Chaobei finished reading the short story written by Yue Jiuyue, and then took out a stack of papers from his pocket.
"Mom, look at this. This is the story I wrote today. Isn't it good? My third brother said it's all nonsense..."
The more Lin Chaobei talked, the more aggrieved he felt.
How can his writing be considered utter nonsense? His writing is clearly much more interesting than his mother's!
He became Wu Gang, the man who chops down the cassia tree on the moon. But this time, instead of continuing his futile efforts, he dressed himself up and went to pursue Chang'e. The two of them got married and had children on the moon, and even raised a huge group of rabbits that they could never finish eating...
He even transformed into Hou Yi, and after shooting down nine suns, his wife went to the moon. He didn't care, because he was now a great hero, revered by everyone. He was rich and powerful, and all the girls in the world admired him...
Well, he only wrote two. Writing was just too tiring! His wrists were sore, even more so than when he was digging sweet potatoes.
"Mother, how are you?"
Seeing that his mother had finished reading through them one by one, Lin Chaobei immediately asked expectantly.
"Hmm, that's quite an idea."
He's far more impressive than Marshal Tianpeng! He actually married the Moon Goddess Chang'e and had a bunch of children...
Hou Yi already had two women on each side, is this what Lin Chaobei was thinking? Did he also want to have multiple wives and concubines?
Regardless of Lin Chaobei's thoughts, the short story he wrote was indeed incredibly imaginative. Yue Jiuyue didn't discourage him and simply said:
"If you write your characters neatly, we can bind them into a book and try selling them in the shop."
Being able to sell it in the shop was the greatest recognition for Lin Chaobei. He immediately hugged Yue Jiuyue's arm excitedly, swaying it back and forth and acting coquettishly. Then, he rolled his eyes at Lin Chaonan and said arrogantly:
"Hmph! Didn't someone say my writing was utter nonsense?!"
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