Xiang Nan wrote the article very quickly, and soon it filled up a piece of paper.

Although Li Shuihua didn't have any hope that he would write a book, she still curiously picked up the paper he had written and said, "Well, let's take a look!"

"Let's see. The article is written just for others to read." Xiang Nan responded casually.

Li Shuihua nodded and started to read.

I fell in love with Xiang Nan's handwriting at first sight.

The calligraphy is so well written, with flying dragons and phoenixes, vigorous and powerful.

When she was in school, her handwriting was very good and she was always praised by the teacher. But compared with Xiang Nan, there was a gap.

This calligraphy is really well written, with iron painted on silver hooks, flowing clouds and flowing water, and it feels comfortable to the eyes.

The so-called words are like the person they are!

Being able to write such a good calligraphy shows that An Yongfu is a meticulous person.

"Yong Fu'er, your handwriting is so good~" Li Shuihua said with sincere admiration, and her impression of him increased.

Xiang Nan smiled.

He inherited all of Ji Xiaolan's talents and learning, and was good at playing chess, calligraphy and painting.

This is just writing with a ballpoint pen, which is not very convenient. If you use a brush instead, it will be really beautiful.

He didn't stop and continued writing.

Li Shuihua also read the article he wrote, and saw that what he wrote was - "Bloodshed in the Ancient Temple", which was about a pagoda in an ancient temple in a mountain valley that had fallen into disrepair, suffered an earthquake, and revealed an underground palace.

The monks in the temple, the bandits on the mountain, the government at the foot of the mountain, the villagers at the foot of the mountain... the story of various forces gathering in the ancient temple to rob the Buddha treasure.

Xiang Nan borrowed the structure of Ning Hao's masterpiece "Crazy Stone" to make several forces interlock and influence each other, making the story more and more lively and interesting.

…

Li Shuihua read one article after another and couldn't stop.

She has never read such a beautiful novel, and it feels much better than Chinese textbooks.

Naturally, she could read faster than Xiang Nan wrote. Seeing that there was no more behind, she couldn't help but scratch her head. She couldn't help but move closer to Xiang Nan to see what he was writing.

Being so close to her, almost filled with warm fragrance, made Xiang Nan feel energetic, and he wrote the article with more enthusiasm.

By noon, I had written about 10,000 words, covering seven or eight sheets of paper.

"It's noon, let's cook. I'll bake scallion pancakes for you~" Xiang Nan said with a smile.

"No need, just eat potatoes." Li Shuihua waved her hands quickly.

At this stage, neither Kushui Village nor Yongquan Village has enough food and clothing, and they have to receive relief grains from the state every year.

White flour is a good thing, but you can't eat it usually. Occasionally when I visit relatives or visit my relatives, I steam a few white flour buns.

Scallion pancakes are a waste of both noodles and oil, and are really too luxurious.

"As long as you like to eat, I'll make it for you every day." Xiang Nan said with a smile, "Shui Hua'er, I'll make sure you live a good life. Not to mention scallion pancakes and white flour buns, I'll buy them all chicken, mutton, and fish in the future.

You eat."

Although Li Shuihua knew that Xiang Nan was drawing a cake for her, and that that kind of day was simply out of reach, she still felt quite moved when she heard what he said.

…

Xiang Nan then made pancakes and prepared lunch.

Li Shuihua saw that he was doing housework very neatly and was not afraid at all. She couldn't help being curious, "Yongfuer, how can you still cook?"

There is a strong preference for boys over girls in mountain villages, and men rarely cook. Especially after marrying a daughter-in-law, they are expected to be the boss.

When I came back from working in the fields, I would lie down on the kang and wait for my wife to bring the meal to me before I got up to eat.

"Hey, just like you, we are the eldest in the family." Xiang Nan smiled, "There are parents on top, younger brothers and younger sisters on the bottom. If we don't work or cook, who do we point to?

?”

Li Shuihua nodded, becoming more and more satisfied with Xiang Nan.

Soon the scallion pancakes and millet porridge were ready.

Li Shuihua set the Kang table and the two began to eat.

"Try it, does it taste good?" Xiang Nan said as he handed the scallion pancake to her.

"It's delicious, it's really delicious." Li Shuihua took a bite, and the aroma of green onions filled his mouth, and his eyes turned into crescent moons.

"Eat more if it's delicious." Xiang Nan said with a smile.

"Yes." Li Shuihua nodded, and then asked curiously, "Yongfu, this story you wrote is really beautiful. How can you write it so well?"

"Didn't I tell you that I was very good at composing when I was a kid?" Xiang Nan said with a smile, "Besides, we all heard the story of the ruined temple in Luanshigou when we were kids. So this novel is

I wrote it using its story and a little imagination."

"Yong Fu'er, you are really capable." Li Shuihua couldn't help but admire.

The small ruined temple in Luanshigou is known to people from all over the country. But only Xiang Nan has written it into a story. Isn’t that amazing?

"I just want you to know that your marriage to me is worth it," Xiang Nan said with a smile.

Li Shuihua was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Two days ago, she really felt it wasn't worth it.

However, after spending the past two days together, she felt that marrying Xiang Nan was actually a good idea.

…

It took Xiang Nan a day to finally finish "Blood in the Ancient Temple". Then he went down the mountain to buy envelopes and stamps and mailed them to the "Story Club" in Hujiang.

For one of these folk legends, "Story Club" received the most and had the highest probability of success; for the second "Story Club", the royalties were also the highest.

Because of its large circulation, one issue sold four million copies, and once set a record of 7.6 million copies. Therefore, the remuneration is generous.

Generally, magazines accept a manuscript with a salary of thirty or fifty per thousand words. However, if the "Story Club" accepts a manuscript, as long as it is successful, you can get a remuneration of more than sixty per thousand words, and in good cases, it can even exceed one hundred per thousand words.

Xiang Nan was eager to change the current situation of poverty in his family, so naturally the higher the royalties, the better.

…

After sending the manuscript, Xiang Nan did not write any more, but started doing farm work with water splash.

Half of the two acres of land on the hillside is planted with potatoes and the other half with corn.

It is now the end of April, the weather is getting warmer, everything is sprouting, and weeding needs to be done in time.

In addition, the end of April is also the time to plant vegetables. The so-called half-year grain of vegetables and fruits will be of great use once the vegetables, fruits and vegetables are planted.

Weeding, planting vegetables, watering, fertilizing... Xiang Nan and Water Flower are all good at work, so they keep everything organized and live a harmonious life.

However, at this time, the two slept separately.

And their living conditions, to be honest, are really not that good.

There is no meaty smell all year round, so it is rare to eat white flour steamed buns. The most common food is potatoes. Boiled potatoes, steamed potatoes, roasted potatoes... eating them can make people feel sour.

Material poverty is actually easy to endure. The most difficult thing to endure is spiritual poverty.

There is not much entertainment in the mountain village. We work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Looking at the same mountains, the same loess, and the old faces of the villagers every day is really nothing new.

Xiang Nandu misses the life with the Internet. In fact, no matter how difficult it is, having a TV or even a radio can relieve boredom.

But there are none of these, which is really annoying.

"Shui Hua'er, let me tell you a story." Xiang Nan was really bored and said to Li Shui Hua.

"Okay." Li Shuihua nodded. She liked the story written by Xiang Nan, but was embarrassed to let him tell it to her.
Chapter completed!