Chapter 235 My Brother, the Black Supervisor (all ordered with additional updates)
"But I have only written poems before, not novels... If I want a book, it will be popular. I'm afraid it will be difficult..." Faced with his brother's expectations, Fang Chen felt a little pressured.
But Fang Yan patted him on the shoulder and said:
"There is a first time for everything. Everything is difficult at the beginning. I believe that as long as you write the story, you can attract some readers even if it doesn't become a hit."
Hearing what his brother said, Fang Chen felt a little more confident in his heart.
He quite recognized his brother's vision.
Thinking of this, he licked his lips and said:
"Then...I'll try it."
"Come on, I believe you can do it." Fang Yan immediately gave the little brother some language reinforcement.
Then he added:
"By the way, don't use your real name in your works."
"Of course I know this." Fang Chen nodded.
Fang Yan saw that he wanted to get you dough sticks again and immediately stopped him:
"Okay, don't eat. Your mind slows down when you're full. Now go to the study and think about it for yourself."
Fang Chen was startled.
Seeing that Fang Yan looked at him seriously and didn't look like he was joking, he immediately nodded:
"Uh...Okay!"
After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the study obediently.
Seeing people entering the study, Zhu Lin said to Fang Yan:
"How can you be like you and not let others eat breakfast?"
Fang Yan explained to his wife:
"I'm speaking from experience. Have you ever felt sleepy after eating a full meal?"
"No." Zhu Lin shook his head.
Dialect responded:
"Then you probably haven't eaten enough, or you have type B blood."
Zhu Lin was startled and said in surprise:
"Huh? How do you know I have type B blood?"
Fang Yan didn't expect that he was right. He just listened to his colleagues talking nonsense in his previous life. He didn't know whether it was true or not, so he could only make nonsense:
"Research data in foreign journals."
When the mother-in-law who worked at the Health Research Institute heard this, she immediately became interested and asked in dialect:
"Fang Yan, when you study Chinese medicine, do you still read foreign Western medicine journals?"
Fang Yan scratched his head and said with a smile:
"Have a look occasionally and understand what your peers are studying. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle."
The mother-in-law wanted to ask about the specific journal, but was interrupted by Zhu Lin.
"Okay, since you've had breakfast, go and have a rest. We have to go out."
Zhu Lin heard that Fang Yan's words were lying, and he immediately understood and helped him change the subject.
As soon as Fang Yan heard his wife's words, he immediately stopped chatting awkwardly with his mother-in-law.
He nodded and said:
"Okay, I just happened to be dozing off."
With that said, he stood up and walked to the bedroom.
Zhu Lin asked:
"Would you like to have lunch at noon?"
Dialect nodded:
"Scream, I'll sleep all morning."
"Then what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll make it for you." Zhu Lin continued to ask.
Fang Yan stopped and turned around to think:
"Tofu and fish, I taught you this."
Her Lady Queen nodded:
"Okay, I'll go to the market to buy it later."
Then waved to him:
"You go to sleep."
"Yeah." Fang Yan nodded and went directly into the bedroom.
After lying on the bed for a while, he relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.
This sleep was much better than in Tongrentang.
When he slept until noon, he actually woke up on his own.
He took out his watch from under the pillow and looked at the time. It was already eleven fifty.
Sit up in bed, get dressed and get ready to get out of bed.
There was a voice calling at the door:
"Dialect! Dialect! Are you awake?"
When Fang Yan heard that it was the Queen's voice, he immediately responded:
"Hey! Wife, I'm awake."
Outside the door, Zhu Lin opened the door and walked in. Seeing Fang Yan getting dressed, she said:
"Lunch is ready. Get up, wash your face, drink some tea and get ready for dinner."
"Okay." Fang Yan nodded, put on his slippers and got ready to go out.
Zhu Lin had already prepared tea and hot towels at the door.
Fang Yan felt like an old man being served. He washed his face and drank tea. Seeing that there was no one around him, he hugged the queen's face and kissed her, then said with a smile:
"Thank you for your hard work, wife!"
Zhu Lin looked around hurriedly:
"There is someone here."
Fang Yan smiled, he could hear the footsteps of someone coming.
Zhu Lin took away Fang Yan’s hot towel and said to him:
"By the way, go take a look at the big refrigerator in the kitchen."
“I’ve already bought it, it’s huge!”
Fang Yan took a sip of tea and answered:
"Okay!"
Then he walked to the kitchen with Zhu Lin.
Then I saw a green refrigerator with a very vintage feel.
At this time Zhu Lin said:
"How's it going? Doesn't it look good?"
Dialect nodded:
“The shape is quite good.”
It's simple, without any bells and whistles.
At this time, Professor Zhu, who was making food for Coyotito in the kitchen, said:
"This one is frozen on the top and refrigerated on the bottom."
"In the future, whatever vegetables you have at home can be put in the refrigerator, and meat and other things can be put in the freezer."
The mother-in-law on the other side also said:
“Especially when we are having a banquet at the beginning of next month, if we buy some things in advance that are difficult to store, we just put them here so that they will still be fresh when we take them out.”
Fang Yan hurriedly said to the two of them:
"Thank you, Dad, Mom, for letting you spend money."
The father-in-law waved his hand:
"Hey, no matter how polite you are, we are all one family." Then he reminded:
"I just moved here, and I was told that the power can't be plugged in until night, remember."
Fang Yan smiled and responded:
"Okay, I remember."
At this time, Zhu Lin came to the natural gas stove, opened the pot lid, and said to Fang Yan:
"Fang Yan, come and see the tofu-roasted fish I made. How do you like it?"
Fang Yan walked over to take a look, sniffed and said:
"Oh, it smells so good. My wife's craftsmanship is really incredible."
Don't worry about anything else, just praise it.
Zhu Lin was also amused by the dialect:
"Hahaha, you haven't tasted it yet. I'll give you chopsticks."
Taking the chopsticks in her hand, Fang Yan added a piece of tofu and tasted it.
He found that it was not very tasty, so he said:
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"You have to cook it for another ten or twenty minutes, and the tofu will be boiled and the fish will be boiled. The longer the time, the more delicious it will be."
Zhu Lin nodded:
"Okay, it's up to you, cook for another fifteen minutes."
At this time, Fang Yan discovered that there was a live fish in the bucket next to him, and he asked:
"Hey, why is there another one in this bucket?"
Zhu Lin said:
"I left one for you to make a meal for tonight."
When Fang Yan heard that his wife had given him a mission, he nodded immediately:
"Okay, then I'll make pickled fish tonight."
Although Zhu Lin likes to cook, she also knows that what she cooks is definitely not as good as Fang Yan. Her father has been looking forward to it for so long, so he can't let others not have a good meal, right?
After all, I spent a lot of money to buy such an expensive large refrigerator.
"By the way, where are my parents?" Fang Yan walked to the door and didn't see his parents in the yard.
Professor Zhu responded:
"Oh, your dad took the lead to go to the door to get a ramp for motorcycles to enter the house. It is probably ready."
Fang Yan nodded, and then asked:
"Where is Fang Chen?"
Zhu Lin responded:
"It's in the study room. I didn't come out all day long."
"I don't dare to disturb his creation. When the food is ready, you should go and call him."
Dialect nodded:
"Then I'll go take a look."
He left the kitchen and came to the door of the study.
Fang Yan opened the door and saw Fang Chen biting the end of his pen.
He shouted:
"Hey, fourth child!"
"Brother?" Fang Chen finally came back to his senses.
Fang Yan walked over and asked:
"How's the writing going?"
Fang Chen picked up the manuscript on the table:
"I wrote some, but I feel like it's a bit long."
"Just write a long novel!" Fang Yan shrugged.
"Is it possible?" Fang Chen was a little worried.
Fang Yan pointed at the manuscript:
"Show me."
Fang Chen obeyed Fang Yan.
Taking a closer look at the content, Fang Yan found that it was a first-person story.
It can be seen that it is Fang Chen's own story.
The choice of words and sentences, as well as the story telling points are quite good.
"Isn't this well written?" Fang Yan said.
Fang Chen asked:
"Really?"
Dialect nodded:
"Really, it's really good. It's just that the speed is too slow. It only has more than a thousand words in one noon."
Fang Chen said in surprise:
"Am I too slow?"
Dialect was startled. It seems that in traditional literary creation, it is not considered slow.
His standard is based on the Internet era.
But thinking about the articles that some big guys were going to publish later, if Fang Chen wanted to become an instant hit, he had to write them earlier than them. Otherwise, someone else would take the lead, and even if the subsequent writing was good, the editors of other publishing houses would not be able to publish it. Maybe you don't like it.
So Fang Yan said to Fang Chen:
"Aren't you trying to get published before others do? Now I will set a standard for you, write six thousand words every day! Try to publish it as soon as possible."
Fang Chen was shocked when he heard his brother's request:
"Six...six thousand? Is there such a person in the world?"
Dialect said casually:
"Of course, there is one. There are also daily updates of 10,000 yuan. My requirements for you are low enough."
"Huh? Ten thousand?" Fang Chen felt that his brother was talking nonsense.
But looking at his expression, it seemed real.
Fang Yan said to Fang Chen:
"When your emotions and memories are still there, what you write will have literary tension. Anyway, it is definitely right to write more."
"This..." Fang Chen thought for a while, and it seemed to be the truth.
It is true that his emotions are at their fullest now, and he remembers some details most clearly. After thinking about it a few more times, he might calm down, and the sense of power and emotion in the words will disappear.
On this point, my third brother, a Chinese medicine practitioner, is really right.
Just six thousand words on this day? Is this really something humans do?
Fang Yan patted his brother on the shoulder and said:
"Think about it, can your brother still harm you?"
When Fang Chen heard this, he suddenly realized:
"That's true..."
Fang Yan nodded with satisfaction, then placed the manuscript in front of Fang Chen and said:
"By the way, don't be too full for lunch."
"Otherwise, your thinking will be rigid and you won't be able to write."
Fang Chen was stunned. He didn't have enough breakfast, and he wasn't allowed to have enough lunch?
Why does the third brother look more and more like a black supervisor...
PS: After finishing this chapter, I still owe everyone 45,000.
No more today, please be early tomorrow.
Lao Fengma is leaving tomorrow.
(End of chapter)