Back home, Wang Yu gave the fish tank to Cheng Chen and said as he took off his coat, "I bought it when I saw it at the night market. I'll take you there next time. The night market is very lively."
Cheng Chen nodded. He really liked it. The goldfish inside were very beautiful, especially the one with black patterns. Cheng Chen watched them swim in the water for a while and asked, "Are these also placed in the garden pond?"
There is a small pond in their garden with some goldfish in it. Dabao likes to play there very much. However, it is cold now and the water in the pond is frozen. Cheng Chen seldom lets Dabao go there. Besides being cold, he is also afraid that he will fall in if he plays too much.
"No, just keep it in the house. I'll get a bigger fish tank someday. This one is a bit small and the fish can't move around freely in it."
Wang Yu put away his clothes and asked, not seeing Dabao, "Is Dabao asleep?"
Cheng Chen placed the fish tank on the windowsill. "No, I went to the backyard. Dad went to the teahouse to listen to storytelling today. Dabao was clamoring for Dad to tell him a story."
Dabao has reached the age where he loves to listen to stories, and during this period he always asks his grandfather to tell him stories.
Wang Yu didn't care about Dabao anymore after hearing what Cheng Chen said. He just reminded him that there were not many children's storybooks in this era. Should he write one and read it to Dabao? However, he didn't remember many children's stories.
After washing up, Wang Yu held her husband in her arms. She couldn't think of the children's storybook anymore because of the tenderness in her arms. She stroked Cheng Chen's waist and slowly reached behind her. Cheng Chen had a well-proportioned figure, but the flesh on her buttocks was very soft. She rubbed it and it felt very good. She couldn't control herself anymore and turned over to press her down, then bent down and kissed her.
Clothes fell, panting was heard, and the bed shook until midnight.
The next day, Wang Yu got up refreshed and went to work. She leaned over and kissed her still sleeping husband, her heart filled with satisfaction, joy and love. Not satisfied, she kissed him a few more times on the lips, which made Cheng Chen hum so much that she almost woke him up.
Cheng Chen slept until 9:00 PM before waking up. She stretched her still sore legs and her cheeks turned slightly red when she thought of last night. Her husband usually looked gentle and refined, but he always seemed like a different person in bed.
Very fierce.
Sometimes I couldn't help it and grabbed my husband's back twice, crying and begging for mercy. Unexpectedly, my husband became even more excited, his eyes turned red, and he became even more fierce.
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These days, Wang Yu was waiting for annotations to Mr. Lan's articles, thinking of finishing Mr. Lan's articles first and then looking for others'.
When he was off duty in the afternoon, he would recall the children's stories he remembered in the study, such as The Little Pony Crossing the River, The Monkey Catching the Moon, Jingwei Filling the Sea, and Little Red Riding Hood and The Ugly Duckling from foreign countries. Wang Yu thought about it and found that there were quite a few, but the plots were short. Wang Yu spent a few days writing more than ten stories, using simple and easy-to-understand vernacular.
After Wang Yu finished writing the cover, he put down his pen and said to Cheng Chen, "I've written about ten articles. Chen, please work hard to sew this one up."
During this time, Cheng Chen was also reading in the study. She knew that her husband was writing short stories, and she would show him each one after he finished it. The stories were novel and vivid, very suitable for children to read. Even he thought they were good, and Dabao would probably like them very much.
I also wrote two or three questions after each story. For example, in the first story, "The Little Pony Crosses the River," where did the little pony deliver the food? How did the little pony plan to cross the river? What does this story teach us?
Cheng Chen felt that this story was not only well-written, but also could educate children and allow them to interact with him. Her eyes sparkled as she praised him, "My husband is really amazing."
Wang Yu accepted her husband's praise, kissed his eyes and said, "I didn't write these stories. I just memorized them."
Cheng Chen didn't care about that. Although the stories were written by others, her husband was still very good! So she started to sew the ten short stories together.
After sewing it, she looked at the words "children's storybook" on the cover and said with a smile, "Dabao will definitely like it."
On weekdays, Cheng Lichen reads these stories to Dabao at home, allowing him to slowly understand the meaning of the stories by himself, so Dabao now has two people telling him stories.
This was a very happy thing for Yu Dabao. Dabao would show off the stories he had heard to Xiao Shitou, which led to Song Boyan asking Wang Yu for a storybook and copying a copy. After that, Wang Yu remembered more than ten stories and continued to compile them into storybooks.
In February, Mr. Lan finally delivered the manuscripts and articles. Wang Yu had obtained the emperor's approval, so he was editing and compiling books in the Hanlin Academy. Lord Xie did not say anything. Mr. Lan annotated his articles a lot, filling two large boxes. I'm afraid he brought all his manuscripts over the years.
It took a lot of time to classify and organize them. Wang Yu started writing from the Four Books and asked Song Boyan to proofread it. It took more than a month to wait for the first book to be completed.
Wang Yu asked Song Boyan to take the book to Mr. Lan for review. The first page of the book read "The First Volume of Mr. Chonghua's Interpretation of the Four Books", and the last page read "Written by Wang Yu, proofread by Song Boyan". The main content of this book is Mr. Lan's annotations and interpretations on the sentence structures of the articles in the Four Books.
Lan Yuanqing took the book and read it. It was indeed the annotations to the articles written by him. At the end, there were two articles on the imperial examination system. This book was very practical for scholars. It was not much different from teaching them on a daily basis.
Only when he saw the names of Wang Yu and Song Boyan at the end did he understand. So they were here. Although the content of the book was his, it was written by Wang Yu. All the students in the world should thank him. This Wang Xiuzhi... Lan Yuanqing touched his beard, smiled and sighed.
After the book was completed, the next thing was publishing. He originally wanted to print and publish it in the Hanlin Academy, but later he found that the Hanlin Academy had a lot of things to do and there were a long line of books waiting to be printed, so he decided to find a bookstore outside.
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