Chapter 244 Storyteller Gu Zaixing 2


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It can be said that Qiao Sanlang is very smart. He guessed Qiao Xin's situation at once.

Qiao Xin really didn't write it. That's a 10,000-word work. It would be better to kill her than to ask her to write it all out in calligraphy!

Even today's first draft was dictated by Gu Zaixing who she temporarily found on the spot.

Qiao Xin would not make things difficult for herself when it comes to things she is not good at.

As for stories. She has plenty of them. After listening to this book, she can also talk about foxes, ghosts and monsters, and can also make up idioms, proverbs, folk tales, and mythological stories...

Most people here may never have heard of the stories that are familiar to children in later generations. As long as they don't discuss national politics, her bookstore will have endless stories.

There is so much material that no one can catch up!

Gu Zaixing can not only speak, but also write and draw. When he handed several polished manuscripts to Qiao Xin the next day.

Qiao Xin was greatly surprised. This was another rare talent! It seemed that there should be quite a few treasures among this batch of criminal slaves. She had to pay more attention to them!

When Gu Zaixing saw Qiao Xin taking the manuscript but not saying anything, he was startled, thinking that his presumptuous behavior had made the host unhappy!

He pulled himself together, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and explained carefully: "I was presumptuous. I just felt... I felt that it would be a pity if I didn't record such a good story."

Qiao Xin knew that he had misunderstood, and smiled to comfort him: "Sir, don't blame yourself, you have done a good job. I will ask you to sort it out in the future and print it one chapter at a time. When the time comes, I will ask the shop to give you ten taels of silver per month as a fee."

Gu Zaixing repeatedly waved his hands to refuse: "No, no, this idea is yours, the story is yours, and I am now a member of the Qiao family. It is my duty to work for the master. How can I ask for benefits?"

Hearing him say this, Qiao Xin knew that the other party did not take their conversation that day to heart.

"Mr. Gu, do you think I am joking with you? As long as you work wholeheartedly for the Qiao family, you will be like Manager Cao in the future, and you will no longer need to be a criminal slave. I can remove the tattoo on Hei Ya's face, so I can do it for you, too, so that your family can live in the sunshine again.

I need you to use your talents and abilities to serve me. As for your past and background, they are not worth mentioning! "

Gu Zaixing stared at Qiao Xin in astonishment. He was speechless for a moment.

After experiencing so many dark things, he thought he had seen through human nature a long time ago, and naturally would not easily believe that there would be people in this world who would be nice to him for no reason.

So when Qiao Xin found him and asked him to tell stories to the villagers, and promised him some promises that seemed impossible to fulfill, he didn't hold out much hope.

Even if Qiao Xin didn't mention these conditions and directly ordered him to do it, he couldn't refuse. The life and death of the whole family was in the hands of the other party, so how could he say no?

In his opinion, the reason why Mrs. Qiao made so many promises was just to show off to everyone, so that everyone would think that the Qiao family was a kind family. Who knows what kind of face she might have behind the scenes.

He had experienced the hypocritical faces of this noble family countless times. Every woman in the inner court who held great power was a master of changing her face!

They all smile and act sincere to others on the surface, but secretly they are two-faced and kill people without bloodshed. You can't trust them!

But at this moment, he wavered. Holding the medicine bottle that Qiao Xin stuffed into his hand, Gu Zaixing's heart was beating violently as if it was dead!

How about trying again?

He touched the word "刑" on his right cheek, but what emerged in his mind was the scene of the whole room celebrating when Heiya removed the tattoo.

The eldest daughter, Gulan, poured a bowl of hot water and pushed it in front of Gu Zaixing.

What did the old lady say to his father? Why did he just sit there in a daze when he came back?

Is it that the Qiao family is not satisfied with them and wants to sell them out?

Gulan suddenly became worried. She really didn't want to leave the Qiao family. When they were reduced to criminal slaves, they suffered a lot of inhuman torture. They thought they would not live long, but they didn't expect to meet a kind-hearted family like the Qiao family.

To be honest, if it weren't for the punishment on her face constantly reminding her of the suffering she had endured, she would have thought she would be no different from the villagers in Laohu Town.

"Dad, is the old lady angry?"

Gu Zaixing looked up at his increasingly cautious daughter, feeling sad. He was really not a good father. Why did he only think about himself and not the two children?

Apart from the tattoo, at least Lan'er and Rong'er won't be pointed at when they go out in the future.

"It's okay. The old lady said that your father's talk is good and can continue. She also arranged for me to organize the manuscript every day so that it can be printed in the future. And she also gave your father a monthly fee of ten taels of silver."

Gulan was overjoyed when he heard this, but still looked at him suspiciously, "Really? That's a good thing. Why do you still look..."

Gu Zaixing sighed and said, "Your father, I just don't believe that there is such a good boss in the world! The old lady left me a bottle of medicine for washing tattoos, saying that if you use it for five or six days, the ink marks on the face can be removed.

That’s how the words on Heiya’s face were made. You’re a girl, and appearance is important, so use it first!”

Gulan refused: "Dad, you should use it first. After all, from now on, you will tell stories to so many people every day. You can't cover your face with your hair every time. It doesn't matter to the locals, but if outsiders see it, they will inevitably point fingers at the host family. I think the old lady should mean the same thing.

As for the medicine for my face, I want to rely on my own ability to gain the old lady's appreciation. Heiya can do it, so Lan'er can do it too."

Gu Zaixing was a little surprised. When did his daughter, who had always been a crybaby since childhood, become so strong?

He took out the manuscript, handed it to the other party and said, "How about I go and tell the old lady that these illustrations are basically from your hand. Maybe the old lady will see your talent."

"Forget it. My daughter's painting is really nothing special. It's too artificial and lacks spirit. The old lady may not like it!"

When Gulan first learned painting from the young lady of the master's family, he could not grasp the artistic conception of the painting. After struggling for a while, he simply gave up and started painting directly according to the real objects in his mind.

After a long time, I was able to copy the real thing to 99% of its original appearance, but it lacked the so-called blank space and artistic conception. For this reason, I was often laughed at by the lady.

But she had a good mental state and didn't care at all. She was just a servant, not a daughter of an official family. Who would care whether your painting was good or not?

Aren't they there just to rely on their masters' intelligence? If a personal servant is better than his master in everything he does, then death is not far away.

Only a servant who is willing to be a supporting role can achieve longevity!

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