It will take at least several months for the website to reach perfection. There is no rush, it will be done one day.
But Wan Feng was a little unhappy. Why did Xu Meilin know that he wrote it after he uploaded one chapter?
Can I still have a sense of mystery and personal privacy?
It would have been fine if Xu Meilin knew it, but how did Zhang Xuan also know that it was written by him? She actually asked him to continue writing and even had the delusion that he would finish it in one go.
I am destined to be the first god-level author on Qidian.com. Will a god-level author update so many things in one day?
Updating once every three days is a great honor. If you are unhappy, then not updating a chapter for eight or ten days is also normal. It's not like you're waiting for the rice to cook.
Therefore, someone firmly rejected Zhang Xuan's unreasonable request for him to continue updating.
I won’t even write about sleeping on the floor!
"Okay! You don't want to write it? Wait until I let Sister Feng take a look. When she asks you to write, even if you have the ability, you won't write it."
“I won’t write no matter who asks me to.”
"I'll make dumplings for you!" Zhang Xuan was furious. Don't think that an honest person won't get angry. He dared to treat bean buns as non-dry food and treat the village chief as non-cadre.
"I'll write it!" Someone didn't even think about it for a second.
This time, Zhang Xuan was depressed: "Is sleeping with my wife a painful thing?"
"It's not painful! But it's unbearable."
"Hehehe!" Zhang Xuan laughed so hard that her body shook.
There was no other choice. In order to avoid being made a fool of himself at night, someone had to sit in front of the computer and spent more than an hour to write another chapter.
Zhang Xuan was dazzled by the sight. The man was typing so fast!
Typing fast is secondary. This is writing a novel, not typing randomly. You have to consider the plot. How can he type so fast while considering the plot?
"I'm awesome, right? Admire me!"
"Write one more chapter and I'll worship you tonight."
When Wan Feng heard this, he immediately collapsed on the bed: "I won't write even if I have to make dumplings tonight."
Wan Yu, who was sitting on the bed playing with a toy cat, saw that I had fallen on the kang, and quickly climbed onto Wan Feng's head and put his face close to Wan Feng.
"My daughter is the best. She knows how to comfort her father's broken heart."
Zhang Xuan looked sweetly at the man and daughter on the bed.
"I'm back!" Luan Feng came back in high spirits.
As soon as Luan Feng entered the room, she saw someone lying on the bed with his back facing up, and Wan Yu was sticking his butt up with his little face pressed against that person's face.
"I know you only care about your daughter and not your son. You're biased!"
"You're biased! Mom is watching Chongyang study."
"Don't poke the bad kid with your untidy beard."
"Women are not afraid of beard pricks. Look at any woman whose face has been pricked by a beard."
This can be used as a warning, it really makes sense.
"Why are you speaking so harshly today? Did Zhang Xuan molest you?"
"No, I didn't. How could I dare to bother him? Our talented man is going to be a writer and has written a novel online..."
"Daughter! Daddy will take you out for some fresh air."
Someone quickly got up from the bed, picked up his daughter and walked out.
If he doesn't leave now, and Luan Feng becomes addicted to it and asks him to write too, how will he be able to live like this?
Although Luan Feng is born with a bad affinity for books, it is unlikely that he will write.
But there is always a chance of something happening. What if the iron tree blooms and the goats get addicted to climbing the tree?
If we don’t use the Thirty-Sixth Strategy now, when will we?
Wan Feng ran downstairs holding his daughter, just as Wan Chongyang had finished his studies.
So, someone carried one and led another out of the yard.
Following the road in front of the door all the way down, you will naturally pass by the door of You Shuiping's house.
You Shuiping was rarely leisurely washing the tricycle with a hose in front of the door.
Seeing Wan Feng coming down from above, he turned off the water pipe and greeted Wan Feng.
"Brother You! Are you free today?"
"Well! All the goods requested outside have been delivered today."
"A few days ago, Sister Ying and I talked about selling firecrackers for the New Year. The warehouse for the firecrackers is those unused houses next to the water pumping station behind. You can go and have a look. Aren't you okay now? Since you're okay, I'll take you over to have a look."
Wan Feng returned home and drove the car out to the yard. Wan Chongyang sat in the passenger seat, and Wan Feng held little Wan Yu in one hand and drove with the other hand.
The awkward part about driving while holding a child is the difficulty in changing gears. Fortunately, the distance was not far and there was no need to change gears, so Wan Feng drove the car to the water pumping station in first gear.
Behind Wan Feng’s house, at the north end of Xiaoshutun Village, there are two rows of houses. Past these two rows of houses is the foot of the old orchard.
Walk around the foot of the mountain and head northeast for 200 meters to find the water pumping station located behind Orchard Mountain.
The water pumping station is built with stones. It is a pool that is more than 50 meters long and 30 meters wide. The water source naturally comes from the small river that runs around Xiaoshutun Village.
This water pumping station was built in the orchard to pump water from the mountain during droughts. Later, after the orchard was abandoned, the water pumping station became a fish pond.
Now there is a man named Xu Qing from Xiaoshu Village raising fish in this fish pond.
Wan Feng didn't know what kind of fish Xu Qing raised, as he had never been here once.
There is an open space to the west of the fish pond, on which there is a yard and three rows of houses.
This was built several years ago when Wan Feng's aunt's family ran a cardboard box factory here. Later, as the factory area became smaller, they built a new factory in Dongshan Industrial Zone and moved away.
Li Quan spent 200,000 yuan to take over this small factory, intending to do something with it as a small enterprise.
But nothing has been done with it so far and it has been idle for several years. If no one had cleaned it up, it might have collapsed.
This courtyard covers an area of about 500 to 600 square meters, with seven main rooms in the middle and six side rooms on each side.
The yard gate is locked and the key is in Li Quan's hand. If you want to rent this house, you need to discuss it with Li Quan.
"Brother Wan! Do I have to rent this entire yard?"
"You don't need such a big place. Just rent a room on one side."
There are six side rooms, which look to be nine meters wide, enough for You Shuiping to store firecrackers.
"You need to hire two people from the security company to watch over your firecrackers if they are stored here, or you have to come and guard them yourself. Can you come and watch them yourself?"
You Shuiping shook his head. He had to deliver wine during the day, especially in the winter when the wine sold faster. How could he have the time to stay here?
"How much does it cost to hire two security company personnel?"
"Two thousand five hundred a month, I think. You hired me for two months, and renting this yard for two months is probably two thousand yuan too."
"So that's a fee of seven thousand dollars?"
Wan Feng nodded.
"That's a lot of money."
"Haha! How can you make money without spending money first? Oh my god! Come back here."
Wan Fengguang was only paying attention to the child in his arms, while Wan Chongyang had already run to the fish pond to watch Xu Qing fishing.
This little bastard just said forget it, you left without even saying hello to me, do you think I'm fake?
Wan Feng quickly ran to the fish pond.
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