But the problem is, she asked, and no one here could give her an accurate answer!

"It's been about twelve or three days since I walked," Yang Ruoqing said, her eyes still fixed on the page of the book.

Zhang Ban is a very imaginative person, although in reality he cannot beat him with three sticks and he is not good at communicating with others.

But in his novels, he can use words to weave a bizarre world for readers, in which all kinds of people laugh, cry, struggle, or become depressed.

The various forms of life, the impermanence of world affairs, all kinds of opportunities and coincidences, and all kinds of twists and turns will always appear when you least expect it.

Just like the novel that Yang Ruoqing is reading now, it is his latest one. In order to concentrate on preparing for the exam, the scholar moved the book boy to an ancient temple in the mountains to study, and fell in love with all kinds of fairies, ghost girls, and fox girls in the mountains.

story.

This kid is really Pu Songling from another world.

"When they left earlier, they said they would be back in half a month at most. Isn't that fast?"

Sun's voice interrupted Yang Ruoqing's thoughts again.

"Well, that should be soon." Yang Ruoqing said casually, she was watching the highlight part.

The fox girl and the flower demon had a fight, and whoever got the scholar's soul first would win. However, the scholar preferred the ethereal flower demon and was a little aloof from the charming fox.

The fox girl thought of a way to transform herself into a flower demon, and came to seduce the scholar in scantily clad clothes on a dark and windy night.

When the two of them were about to achieve something good, the scholar suddenly threw the fox girl to the ground, his face full of anger, revealing the fox girl's true face.

The fox girl was aggrieved and puzzled, thinking that her magic of transformation was perfect, and asked the scholar how he found the flaw.

The scholar shook his broad sleeves and pointed at the fox girl's armpit, and said sternly: "Hua Qing is fragrant and sultry, and doing cloudy and rainy things with her makes you feel relaxed and happy, but your body odor is pungent and disgusting!"

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh. The story that was originally supposed to be sweet and colorful was played with Zhang Ban's clever pen. Not only did it not fall into the cliché, but it also had a sense of humor in it.

There are many, many plots like this, and if Yang Ruoqing can understand them, then these books will definitely sell well if they are burned.

So now she has a cooperative relationship with Zhang Ban. Zhang Ban teaches in the town's academy during the day, and when he comes home at night, he races against time and writes furiously.

I heard from Xiaojie that it had become normal for Zhang Ban to stay up late to catch up on manuscripts. Sometimes she felt a little distressed when she saw it, but she couldn't stop him.

Because she knew why Zhang Ban was working so hard.

"Then what kind of book is it? Is it so beautiful? Look at you talking to me absent-mindedly." The good old lady Sun said half teasingly and half angrily.

Yang Ruoqing closed the novel and raised her head with a smile.

"Zhang Ban wrote it. The story is very interesting." She said.

After hearing that it was written by Zhang Ban, Sun also became interested.

She said while tying the straw rope: "I heard from your aunt that I bought some money for the book written by Zhang Ban. The gold bracelet on Xiaojie's hand and the longevity lock on Yanyan's neck are all from Zhang Ban."

Ban bought it for me."

"A few days ago, the young couple took Yanyan back to her parents' home. They brought many gifts. They bought two jars of fine wine and some tobacco for your grandpa. They made your grandpa very happy."

If Lao Suntou is happy, Mrs. Sun will be happy.

Mrs. Sun was happy, and so was Yang Ruoqing.
Chapter completed!