"Zixu is nine feet three inches tall, with piercing eyes like bright beads, and teeth as white and neat as arranged shells. He is as brave as Meng Ben, as agile as Qing Ji, as honest and thrifty as Uncle Bao, and as trustworthy as Wei Sheng. Oh my god. , from appearance to strength to character, it is almost perfect without a single flaw!”
In reality, there is a sketch pen, paper, and lighting. Zhang Xuezhou can code very fast day and night, writing 30,000 words a day easily.
Here, you need to use a brush or a knife and pen (carving) to write. Not to mention that the writing speed of the brush is slow, and you have to constantly grind and apply the ink.
From dusk to dawn, Zhang Xuezhou finished the fifth volume.
This made his hands sore from exhaustion.
The only good thing is that Xu Yuan finally doesn't have to risk his life to save the child.
At this time, Xu Yuan was as happy as a fool. He felt that this child was good-looking, capable, and had a good personality. He was so perfect that he had no blind spots, and he liked him so much.
"Cousin, are you selling this story or doing something else?"
On the contrary, Rong Tianding was thoughtful.
If he needed to beg for mercy, he thought it would be enough to recite the first chapter of Zhang Xuezhou, and then change his name to apply it to himself. It would be a good poem begging for mercy and surviving, which would make people feel compassionate.
Just change the direction, and these words can be used in a completely different way.
But Rong Tianding didn't understand what Zhang Xuezhou meant even now.
If Zhang Xuezhou is writing a model essay, asking them to recite it so that they can beg for mercy in the future, but Zhang Xuezhou is not just writing the first chapter, and the rest of the content is not suitable for begging for life.
Rong Tianding thought for a while and finally couldn't figure it out.
He touched his belly and took another bite of chicken feet to calm down his demonic power that always felt edible, and then he asked Zhang Xuezhou.
"This is not for sale," Zhang Xuezhou said proudly, "I'm going to take it to be an official, and then let your Majesty take a look at my talent!"
"This talent?"
Rong Tianding thinks that Zhang Xuezhou's talent is very good, but he has heard from Confucian scholars that what His Majesty likes today is Fu, not this kind of story.
I'm afraid Zhang Xuezhou's tribute would still not be recorded.
"You have a point!"
After writing five chapters in a row, Zhang Xuezhou put away the brush with most of the animal hair broken off, and couldn't help but feel uneasy when Rong Tianding said it.
Liking stories and being hired as an official are two different things.
Even if the new emperor likes this story, he just likes it.
If you could become an official by telling a story, all the storytellers and singers in the world would be able to become officials.
And there were no storytellers in the court.
"It seems I have some unique talents to show off!"
The purpose of handing over a large number of bamboo slips was to get through and make people think that there was money in the bamboo slips, so that the bamboo slips for job applications could be sent to the emperor.
Writing this kind of text was to prevent the blank bamboo slips from angering the emperor. It was easy to read and at the same time, he could also clear his innocence of not putting money into the bamboo slips.
But Zhang Xuezhou now feels it is mysterious whether the new emperor can appreciate an official position based on his sentence about asking for an official position after reading it.
No matter how touching his writing is, people may think it is a story they heard somewhere.
Even if the emperor is happy, this is just a reward, and it is difficult to achieve the level of official status.
"Does that mean I have to display another talent in these words?"
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the finished chapter and then at the large number of blank bamboo slips that followed.
This made him rub his hands, and then he slowly wrote more than a hundred words on the bamboo slips. Then, the words he wrote suddenly changed their appearance.
"What on earth did this mysterious man he met say? What are these words? Why don't I recognize them?"
Xu Yuan, who was obsessed with the plot, wiped his eyes hard and felt that he could not understand the words written by Zhang Xuezhou.
It wasn't that he didn't recognize a word or two, but that he didn't even recognize the words written by Zhang Xuezhou.
"It's okay if you don't know me," Zhang Xuezhou replied casually: "This chapter has entered the charging stage. If you want to understand it, you need to be knowledgeable!"
What Zhang Xuezhou showed off was not that he had any special abilities. He got stuck at a plot point in a chapter, and then changed the characters from the Han Dynasty to the characters from the Fierce Kingdom.
This is no different from Zhang Weimeng's VIP paid chapter.
For the average literate person, you can basically only see this part. If you want to continue reading, you must have a translator who is proficient in the language of the evil country to explain it.
If writing is not a reflection of ability, writing a book in another language somewhat proves his profound knowledge.
"This chapter should be pretty good. There are more personal adventures in the first part, and the later part involves court matters. That is probably something that the emperors have seen countless times, so they are less interested in His Majesty!"
Zhang Xuezhou was extremely satisfied with his transformation, and he was even more fortunate to have the chance to remind him.
Although they are not extremely smart, the three stooges can complement each other to some extent.
"It seems that I am very unlearned, but I really want to continue reading," Xu Yuan said eagerly.
"Let's go, let's go. We've been watching all night. We still have to open a shop today. Don't wait for the sheep god of wealth to come over and get rice!"
"Oh, we still have business to do!"
After Rong Tianding gave a few reminders, Xu Yuan realized that it was already getting bright and it was time for them to go out to collect food.
The autumn harvest season is good for bulk grain harvesting, but it only lasts for half a month to a month. When the time passes, everything that needs to be sold is sold, and everything that needs to be bought is bought, and the business of a store like theirs will quickly become deserted.
Then if you want to buy more grain, you have to go to the grain store.
Taking advantage of now being a good time, Xu Yuan was greedy for time but did not forget his own job.
No matter how hard everyone works, they only have this month, and now it's almost half over, and there isn't much time left to collect and sell food.
It took twelve days for Zhang Xuezhou to have a physical problem. The two of them were not used to being without Zhang Xuezhou at first, but after a few days, they were able to handle it with ease.
Now that the two of them were going out to work, they obviously didn't bother Zhang Xuezhou, who had been writing bamboo slips all night.
"Sheep God of Wealth!"
Zhang Xuezhou thought about it and realized that Sang Hongyang was not only the God of Sheep Wealth, but also a nobleman.
The other party's reminder not only prevented him from stepping into a big pit, but also allowed him to actually deliver the bamboo slip seeking official status to the emperor.
If it was said that submitting applications for official posts previously relied on luck, now Zhang Xuezhou is 90% sure.
If the new emperor doesn't like it, then there's nothing he can do about it. After all, this is not something for both refined and popular tastes. If the new emperor likes those things that come and go, Zhang Xuezhou will have to study the Fu to understand it, and then prepare for the fourth submission.
Zhang Xuezhou is obviously unyielding when it comes to seeking changes in his career.
"As long as you have the chance, there is nothing to lose by throwing in a bamboo slip seeking an official position!"
The price of a roll of silk for writing is between 300 and a half taels to 500 and a half taels. This is a high-end product that is out of reach of ordinary people.
However, bamboo slips and wooden slips can be made from local materials, and the corresponding price is very affordable. A pound of pork can be exchanged for a large roll of bamboo tube.
Zhang Xuezhou purchased thirty rolls of bamboo slips, weighing more than three hundred kilograms, but these bamboo slips only cost thirty and a half taels.
Even if he took advantage of the first two attempts to seek an official position, the price he paid was very low.
He pulled out a binding hemp rope, and then locked the bamboo slips together. When they were rolled up, Zhang Xuezhou then tied a tight knot.
"At first glance, this kind of binding rope is to prevent leakage and prevent half a tael of money from being lost. It doesn't look sneaky like a normal bamboo slip for self-recommendation. As long as they don't use fire when checking, they may not be able to untie it when they are busy. I should submit these thirty copies along the way..."
After tying the five volumes that had been written into an incomprehensible state, Zhang Xuezhou felt a little more satisfied with his work.
"Ninety percent of it is guaranteed, 10% depends on my hard work, and the other 80% depends on my life!"
He thought about being an official. When he thought about it clearly, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but feel that there was nothing to be picky about anymore.
When the sound of knocking on the door came, Zhang Xuezhou was slightly startled.
"Did Young Master Wei come to investigate again..."
"Junior brother?"
Wu Chao's voice came from outside the door, which made Zhang Xuezhou feel much more comfortable immediately.
Compared to Wei Shaoer, Zhang Xuezhou was obviously more willing to meet his cheap senior brother.
(End of chapter)
