"Master Xin, 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 others came together, and they were just chatting in detail. The boss said a few idioms, such as "the lips are dead and the teeth are cold" and "the sound comes from the east and strikes the west". They didn't take it seriously at first, but after a few hours of digesting it, the more they 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. Twenty-one pages, more than 3,000 words, before I wrote that the cave in their Tiger Village was leaking and another sow had given birth!"
Xin Zhuo handed over the letter expressionlessly.
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.
"Which of the scholars will be a bandit? Why don't we take the exam to become a scholar and have fun." Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi squatted in the corner and looked at each other with sarcastic expressions. Then they realized that the boss seemed to be a scholar, so they touched their noses and stopped making any sound.
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 murder, he was actually filled with righteous indignation: "Is there anything dissatisfied with Mr. Xin? Our Mr. Xin is very knowledgeable. Yes, 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 the military advisor Wang Hulu. I thought Mr. Xin would be able to understand it!”
How profound is that?
Xin Zhuo was silent for a while, then 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 understand!"
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 among them, 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.
Deep 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: "Here he comes, he comes!"
When I opened it, I saw this:
“When writing a letter, you must first formulate it. The text must be smooth and the content must be clear. There is no need to go into too much detail. Just name the topic briefly and concisely.
The so-called eulogy of truth, goodness and beauty must not be false or empty. Simple words can fully explain what you want to express. Adding too many trivial matters has lost the original intention. It is a bit exaggerated and very unbeautiful. I can't understand what Brother Sun means. Are you right? "
Sun Wu finally finished reading, but he felt "messed up" and "unintelligible". He looked at the middle-aged man beside him and said, "Wang Hulu, what do you think? It's my first time to write letters to someone. I'm so embarrassed. The result is so hard." It's better for Zhuo Xiao'er to only write one page, who are you looking down on?"
Wang Hulu pinched his beard and smiled proudly: "It's better to be famous than to meet. 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. He 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 my village and it's a big area."
Sun Wu rubbed his hands and paced back and forth, feeling agitated.
"Keep writing!"
Wang Hulu gritted his teeth, and the 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 pinched the thick envelope and had a bad feeling. When he opened it, it was true.
"Xiao Xin, you should study more, like me..."
It starts with a forum rant.
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. He had so many wonderful ideas in his head that he was moved to tears. As a result, Writing hastily is not as good as elementary school composition, and I have even forgotten what I wanted to express.
"Master, I think the writing is very good!" Huang Dagui came up with a sneaky mind, "I think that bitch's stinky feet 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 her knife and chased Huang Dagui three times around the village.
"Sun Wu probably thought of writing 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."
Cui Ying'er, who was awake in the world, said: "I guess it's just that they realized that the officers and soldiers were only dealing with them, and they were scared in their hearts. What do they want to ask us to do? Why don't we let the little dog ask us!"
"talk 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. There was no danger in Fulong Village for the time being. Cui Ying'er and the other five people were getting stronger and stronger day by day. It must be that the water from Wangyue Well was gradually taking effect.
You can also seize and share it naturally, and you can look forward to the future.
Since he is idle, he is also idle. If Sun Wu wants to play, just accompany him.
Who doesn't talk nonsense?
"With the help of pen and ink, I want to fight 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 all maple trees. I also think of Aunt Li’s food stall in Fufeng Mansion. She not only sells stinky tofu, but also spicy stinky tofu..."
In the Juyi cave in Menghu Village, Sun Wu read word for word for an hour, twenty-five pages, all kinds of trivial things, all in a 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 making progress so fast. He writes well!"
Military Advisor Wang Hulu took a rough look at it: "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 ours, won't we be unable to be the leader of the alliance? This is not allowed!"
"What do you think of the military advisor?" Sun Wu asked.
Wang Hulu narrowed his eyes: "Keep writing and make him feel ashamed. Naturally, he will follow our lead!"
…
Mutual exchange.
Xin Zhuo wrote a total of eight letters, about 30,000 words, from the maple tree to the little yellow, and from the little yellow to the kitchen water spoon, which reminded him that the emperor wiped his shit with bamboo slices or leaves, and he did not want to be a cook. The tailor is not a good bandit.
Not to be outdone, Sun Wu wrote eight letters with 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 that a mountain bandit had a boil on his butt.
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 could practice 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.
"Capture the leader. The people delivering letters to and from the bandit's stronghold have surrendered. All the secret letters and letters have been seized."
A catcher ran quickly to the river.
On a hidden stone beach on the river bank, the earthworm hook 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!"
