Chapter 20 This damn literary talent is so awesome
"Xin Da is in charge, Qiao (see) what you said makes me laugh to death, I am an upright man, that's what happened..."
A few hours later, Skinny Monkey once again traveled across mountains and rivers to deliver Sun Wu’s reply.
"What did Sun Wu say this time?"
Cui Ying'er and the others came together, and just as they were chatting in detail, the boss said a few idioms, such as "the lips are dead and the teeth are cold", "the sound is in the east and the west is in the west" ", I didn't take it seriously at first, but after a few hours of digesting it, the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.
Therefore, understanding Sun Wu's intentions is particularly important for the safety of Fulong Village!
“I said it but didn’t say anything. It took me twenty-one pages and more than three thousand words to write that the cave in their Menghu Village was leaking and another sow had given birth!”
Xin Zhuo handed over the letter with an expressionless face.
Cui Ying'er took it, frowned and read two pages, then she really wasn't in the mood to read any more.
Han Qiniang couldn't help but scolded: "Sun Wu's head was eaten by a dog, couldn't it be simpler?"
"Are there any scholars in Menghu Village?" Xin Zhuo asked the thin monkey kneeling on the ground. At this moment, he fully realized the importance of reading and practicing calligraphy. At least he could describe things clearly.
"Who among the scholars is a bandit? Why don't you take the exam to become a scholar and have fun." Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi squatted in the corner and looked embarrassed. Then they realized that the boss seemed to be a scholar, so they touched their noses. Make a sound again.
On the other hand, the skinny monkey kneeling below, because he had met him twice and estimated that "King Xin" was not a ferocious god of death, he was actually a little indignant: "Isn't Mr. Xin dissatisfied with anything? Our family The boss is very knowledgeable, but it’s just my first time writing a letter to someone, so I’m a little nervous. This is something I learned after studying it with military advisor Wang Hulu. I thought Mr. Xin could understand it!”
It’s so special! Deep meaning?
Xin Zhuo was silent for a while, crumpled the letter into a ball, and threw it aside beside the thin monkey. He endured it and said kindly: "I will reply with another letter and bring it to Master Sun. He will naturally do it. Got it!”
I picked up the pen and wrote for a while, then handed it to Skinny Monkey.
......
Two hours later, we arrived at the top of Beifeng, which was full of mountains, caves and dangerous terrain.
In the largest cave, bright torches were lit, several tables and chairs were placed crookedly, and a pile of bones and an overturned wine jar remained on the ground.
In the depths, two handsome but numb-looking, disheveled peasant women lay on their sides in rag quilts and tiger skins, with tears on their faces.
Sun Wu and another middle-aged man with a mustache walked to the cave entrance wearing only underpants and hurriedly took the letter: "Coming, coming!"
When he opened it, he saw:
“This is a letter, First of all, you need to conceive. The text should be smooth and the content should be clear. There is no need to go into too much detail. Just name the theme briefly and briefly.
The so-called eulogy of truth, goodness and beauty should not be empty and empty. Simple words can fully explain what you want to express. "Da's things have been added with too many trivial matters, but they have lost their original meaning. They are a bit exaggerated and very unsightly. I can't understand what Brother Sun means, right?"
Sun Wu finished reading it with great difficulty. , I just feel "messy", " I don't know what I mean." He looked at the middle-aged man next to him: "Wang Hulu, what do you think? It's my first time to write letters to someone, so I'm really embarrassed. But this kid, Xin Zhuo, only wrote one page. Who do you look down on?"
Wang Hulu pinched his beard and smiled proudly: "Famous is not as good as meeting. This Xin Zhuo claims to be a scholar. He doesn't want to be empty-handed and talk about nothing. What a beautiful story we have written. There are stories within stories. There are seventeen characters and animals. Eight, the Master said: Extremely disappointed!"
"This... this guy is a idiot and can't reason. Who will be the leader of the alliance? Can't he understand what I mean? There are many things going on in our village and the area is huge."
Sun Wu rubbed his hands and paced back and forth, feeling agitated.
“Keep writing!”
Wang Hulu gritted his teeth, a light of wisdom flashed in his eyes: “Write more, he will always understand!”
...
Early the next morning, Skinny Monkey’s letter was delivered to Fulong Village again.
Xin Zhuo held the thick envelope and had a bad feeling. When he opened it, it turned out to be true.
"Xiao Xin, you should study more, like me..."
It starts with a forum gimmick.
The next five thousand words were filled with random scribbling, but I finally wrote about the smell of a little girl's feet in a cave, from a sow giving birth to a pig, and then the topic changed and the beef ramen in Shilipu was delicious.
Xin Zhuo was silent for a while, but smiled instead. It was because he was naive. This Sun Wu was just an illiterate writer, just like a third-rate writer in his previous life. I was so moved that I cried, but the result was a sloppy writing that was worse than a primary school composition, and I even forgot what I wanted to express. "Boss, I think the writing is very good!" Huang Dagui came up with a sneaky mind, "I think the stinky feet of the bitches are very good. Just hold the little stinky feet lightly, and they will taste delicious."
"Huang Dagui, suffer death!"
Han Qiniang, who had had enough, couldn't help but draw out her knife and chased Huang Dagui three times around the village.
"Sun Wu should have written letters to form alliances as a show of literary talent. Of course it was his own literary talent. As a result, he wrote more and more and forgot his original intention."
The sober Cui Ying'er said: "I Guess, it's just that they realized that the officers and soldiers were only dealing with them, and they were afraid. If they wanted to ask us what to do, why don't they ask the little dog? "
"Let's talk about it later."
In fact, Sun Wu's willingness to write a letter had revealed his purpose. He did not accept the recruitment and wanted to make trouble together. That's enough. As for what he thinks, who cares?
Xin Zhuo had a bad taste in his heart at this time. Anyway, there is no danger in Fulong Village for the time being. Cui Ying'er and the five people's blood energy are getting heavier day by day. It must be that the water from Wangyue Well is gradually taking effect. .
You can also seize and share it naturally, and you can look forward to the future.
Since being idle is idle, if Sun Wu wants to play, just accompany him.
Who can’t talk nonsense?
"With the help of pen and ink, I want to set up a dragon gate with this two hundred and fifty!"
......
"Master Sun, this hilltop is quite interesting. My little yellow dog has red hair. The red hair looks like the trees in front of the village. One of them is a maple tree, and the other one is also a maple tree. Others, hey, are maple trees. I also think of Fu. At Aunt Li’s food stall in Fengfu, she not only sells stinky tofu, but also spicy stinky tofu..."
In the Juyi Cave in Menghu Village, Sun Wu read the twenty-five pages word for word for an hour. All kinds of trivial things, all kinds of mess.
Putting down the letter, Sun Wu couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh: "The waves behind the river push the waves in front, and each wave is higher than the last. This guy is three times as good as me. He is progressing so fast, and he writes well!"< br>
General Counselor Wang Hulu He glanced at it again: "What should we do? We are all bandits. No matter how powerful that kid is in martial arts and his literary talent is better than us, wouldn't we be unable to be the leader of the alliance? This is impossible!"
"Then the military advisor What do you think?" Sun Wu asked.
Wang Hulu narrowed his eyes: "Keep writing, make him feel ashamed, and naturally he will follow our lead!"
...
You come and I go.
Xin Zhuo wrote a total of eight letters, about 30,000 words, from the maple tree to Xiao Huang, and from Xiao Huang to the kitchen water spoon, which reminded him of whether the emperor wiped it with bamboo slices after defecating. Leaves, a tailor who doesn't want to be a cook is not a good bandit.
Sun Wu was not to be outdone, and wrote eight letters, 50,000 words, from the sow giving birth to the three dogs rubbing their feet, and then from the big lantern in front of Widow Li’s door in Yangcheng County, he wrote about a certain mountain bandit’s buttocks There are fire boils on my body.
I don’t know what the hell I wrote. Anyway, whoever writes more and goes far will be criticized.
So Xin Zhuo's ink was dry, the pen was useless, and the paper was gone. He was surprised to find that he had practiced calligraphy well.
……
At the foot of Beifeng, by the Sishui River.
There are tents stretching for two miles in the jungle, and policemen in black suits and waist knives appear and appear from time to time.
"Captain, the man who sent letters to and from the bandit's village has surrendered, and all the secret letters have been seized."
A catcher ran quickly towards the river.
On a hidden stone beach on the river bank, the earthworm fishhook dragged the fishing line and landed steadily in the slow flow of the river.
Chen Jing, who has been practicing martial arts for many years, has a stable posture and a long breath. At this time, he is holding a fishing rod in his right hand. Under his plain head hat, a pair of red and phoenix eyes look deeply: "Very good!"
(This chapter End)