After Jiang Yulou determined the content of his first novel, he suddenly found that he didn't know how to write it.
He had stories and ideas, but how to turn these things into words gave him difficulty. Only then did he realize that writing, especially writing novels, was completely different from writing essays when he was in school.
He racked his brains and wrote the beginning that even he would blush to read, let alone submit.
How should I put it? It's too dry.
The plot was uneventful and the characters were not clear-cut. He himself found it boring to read.
If you write it down like this, it will definitely be a failure.
In addition to insufficient writing power, insufficient material is also one of the reasons.
Write down Chen Zhongshi’s original text word for word?
Definitely not. It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he can't. He doesn't have the ability to remember everything.
It is a blessing from God to be able to memorize the original text in detail.
Fortunately, there are many elderly people in the village. As long as he is willing to ask, the elderly are still willing to tell him the legendary stories handed down from the Qing Dynasty.
By then, he was confident that he would be able to write a short story that was no less than the original text.
After having a clear goal and feasible methods, Jiang Yulou finally settled down. The next thing he has to do is to collect enough stories about Li Fanggui to use as writing material for his first novel while studying and doing farm work.
At the same time, I also need to borrow some novels from the school and county libraries to read.
The purpose is to enrich my knowledge and keep up with the times.
In the next half month, Jiang Yulou's life suddenly became more regular.
In the morning when he went to school, he read novels borrowed from the library. After school at noon, he went home on time to do farm work. After that, he would find time to ask the elders in the village about Li Fanggui's stories.
Jiang Yulou was sweet-mouthed, polite, and a scholar. The old people in the village happily emptied their stomachs and told him all the contents.
Whenever Jiang Yulou heard a new story, no matter whether it was useful or not, he would take out his notebook and pen and write down the story carefully.
When it gets dark, he will reluctantly go home, eat something like a wolfberry, and then lock himself in the house.
In his room, he would write down today's gains one by one in another notebook. Then, based on the outline in your mind, simply list a story line and fill it with usable stories.
This change in Jiang Yulou was obvious, and his classmates with whom he was close at school, as well as his father and brother, all noticed it.
The classmates who had a good relationship with him felt that Jiang Yulou had become much quieter and absent-minded in school every day. He did not answer the monitor's call several times, which made the monitor very embarrassed.
As for Jiang Yulou's parents and brother, they are also very worried about his situation.
It is a good thing that the child has become better behaved and is no longer ambitious. But the change was too big, and they were a little worried.
Did you cause trouble at school or was you bullied?
Lao Jiang's family has been doing their duty for generations and has never caused trouble. Although he is an honest person, he does not want his children to be bullied.
On this day, after Jiang Yulou finished collecting stories, he arrived at the door of his house and saw his father Jiang Jianguo squatting by the threshold and smoking a cigarette.
Jiang Jianguo is a typical old farmer from Shaanxi. He wears a white scarf on his head, his face is black and yellow, and his wounds look like they have been cut open by the wind.
His body is thin, but his strength is definitely not small.
After all, he has been doing farm work for decades, so he is different from city dwellers who are industrious.
Jiang Yulou walked to the door and asked strangely: "Dad, it's so late, why are you still smoking at the door?"
Jiang Jianguo raised his head, frowned, and took a few puffs of his pipe pot, "Lou baby, don't keep it in your heart. Even if you encounter any problems and can't solve them, you still have your brother, your father and me. Woolen cloth."
Although the face is old and full of wrinkles, it is not difficult to see the worry for the youngest son.
"Dad, what kind of problems can I encounter? It's not like you don't know what I do every day. In addition to going to school every day, I do farm work at home... Why do you think so?" Jiang Yulou looked at his father in confusion.
He felt that he was normal recently, so why did his father think that there was something on his mind?
Jiang Jianguo put out his cigarette, picked his toes with his fingers, and then asked cautiously: "You go home these days and lock yourself in your room after eating. You shouldn't be called. Your brother and I are very worried. Hey. Baby, if you have any difficulties, just tell me. Although dad has no ability, as long as he can help my baby, he will never be vague."
Jiang Yulou's nose was slightly sore. In his previous life, when he left school and wanted to go out for a career, his father was the same way.
He organized his thoughts, hesitated for a moment, and finally revealed his intention to write a novel and submit it to "Contemporary" to earn royalties to support his family.
Jiang Jianguo was stunned when he heard Jiang Yulou's thoughts.
He didn't expect that his youngest son would have such a bold idea.
He stammered: "My baby, my baby is going to be a family?"
Writer, he has been a farmer all his life, but his son wants to be a writer?
Is their Lao Jiang family going to have a real cultural person?
Jiang Jianguo was so excited that he couldn't even speak.
A good thing, a great thing!
Jiang Yulou's face turned red and he said sheepishly: "I have this idea. I wrote an outline myself, and now I am looking for old people in the village to enrich my writing materials. I will not start writing until I am fully prepared."
He doesn't dare to compare himself to a writer now. Of course, if he successfully submits his manuscript, no one will object to calling himself a writer.
Therefore, he added: "Of course, even if I write a novel, I dare not say that other magazines can accept my submission. It is very possible that it will not pass the review."
At this time, Jiang Jianguo could no longer hear what his youngest son was saying.
Does it matter whether a submission is passed or not?
unimportant!
His youngest son was going to be a great writer. In ancient times, he was a literary star!
Jiang Jianguo, who didn't have any ink in his stomach, held it in for a long time before he said: "Bless me from my ancestors!"
That is to say, Lao Jiang's family does not have an ancestral hall, otherwise for such a big event, incense would have to be burned to worship the ancestors.
Jiang Yulou saw that his father had not responded for a long time, and his stomach was already growling with hunger, so he did not stand with him at the door, but went into the house, found the dinner that his mother had left for him, devoured it, and The mother talked for a while, then slipped into the house and continued her struggle.
A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. Write down any thoughts in your mind as soon as possible. Maybe they can be used in novels.
He didn't know what time it was, but Jiang Yulou felt like he was holding back his urine and couldn't sit still anymore. He finally put down his pen, ready to take a nice pee before coming back to continue writing.
When passing by his brother Jiang Yuanchao's room, he found the voices of his father and brother faintly coming from the room.
He didn't pay attention, and when he was about to leave, he heard his father mention him.
So, he stood by the door curiously and put his ears on it.
Then, he heard this.
"Lou Wa wants to be a great writer. Not only must we not drag him down, we must also support him."
"Dad, Xiaolou is the hope of our family. I support whatever you say."
"Otherwise, Lou Wa will not be allowed to do the farm work in the future. We, father and son, will do more and let Lou Wa concentrate on writing..."
"...Okay, it's just farm work. Dad, you should still do your work. I'll do the small building's work for him."
"son……"
"Dad, it goes without saying, I'm young and full of energy."
"Oh, thank you for your hard work."
"No matter how hard it is, we are used to it. Besides, the small building is also for us."
"As for eating..."
"When Xiaolou is using his brain, give him a little more money to buy white flour steamed buns to eat. If the school has meat and vegetables, don't be stingy."
"The debt at home..."
"Don't worry, I will find a way, no matter how hard the life is, I can survive."
Withdrawing his ears, Jiang Yulou looked complicated.
After using the toilet, he returned to his room, thinking only about the conversation he just heard between his father and his brother.
They have paid enough for themselves.
But what about myself, what can I do for them now?
What if the submission is not approved?
There has to be an alternative.
Jiang Yulou frowned and wrote down his thoughts on how to make some money temporarily in his notebook.
These ideas all have feasible cases.
Some of them came about when he was chatting with others, and some of them he had seen in the news of later generations.
After thinking about it for half the night and writing several pieces of paper, he fell into a deep sleep.
