Fang Jing stayed up all night.
This made him feel so uncomfortable that he felt like he wanted to die.
The whole night, God knows how he survived.
The work of staying up late coding is really not something that ordinary people can do.
I'm afraid only those Internet writers who are handsome, elegant and easy-going, and handsome can do it.
Throughout the night, he wrote no less than seven or eight short and long articles and various online article outlines.
Just this output is enough for later generations of Internet article writers to see and envy them to death.
It's a pity that they didn't travel through time.
The family named Lan is not a good person either!
The old lady happily said that she would treat herself to a meal, and even specially made some ginseng, deer antler and old turtle soup for herself.
But as soon as he finished drinking the soup, he turned around and threw the pen and paper to himself.
She was told not to sleep until she finished writing the outline of Stone Chronicles, so the old lady went back to her room to sleep.
Lan Xiaoniu was not a good person. She said that she was going to write the outline with her, and then she lay back on the bed and got back into bed.
As for Lan Er, this bastard is not a human being. He insists on writing about the Monkey King first.
Your whole family has been poisoned by the script, right?
After finally getting the Monkey King out, Lan Xiaoniu woke up again.
Back and forth, he didn't let himself go until dawn.
Do you think this is over?
No, not really!
Lan Xiaoniu, who lost her conscience, locked herself in a small courtyard.
He also arranged for two servants to follow him around the clock.
To put it nicely, in order for our bookstore to open as soon as possible, you have to work harder and write out the rest.
The focus is on detective novels, I love reading them!
Look at your uncle!
Fang Jingzhi didn't want to write, but two fat maids played with the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in front of him.
He decisively chose to follow his heart.
Fortunately, after I traveled through time, my memory became very good, and I could remember all the plots of novels I had read in my previous life.
Moreover, in this era, there were no long masterpieces with millions of words, and there were charcoal pens for me to use, otherwise I would be exhausted just by writing outlines with a brush.
The terrible thing is that while I was writing, Lan Xiaoniu was still watching, asking weird questions from time to time.
Why is Di Renjie a detective and not a civil servant? Why is it that even when people are burned, their bones still leave messages?
Why should the signature be called Fourth Young Master Tang instead of Third Young Master Tang.
why why!
Fang Jingzhi's mind is filled with these three words now!
For what else!
Third Young Master Sima, Sima, you know!
When Fang Jingzhi came out of the Lan's house, she was a little collapsed. She almost died in the Lan's house!
God knows how he left the Lan family. When he left, his footsteps were dancing!
Lan Caiwei, wait for me!
Sooner or later, I will let you do this!
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After lying dead at home for three full days, Fang Jingzhi finally recovered.
Looking at the messy things in the room, Fang Jingzhi felt a little headache inexplicably. He didn't know how to clean up the room. Only then did he realize how important Lao Wang was to him.
It's a pity that Lao Wang came back and immediately returned to Zhuangzi. Now Zhuangzi cannot do without him.
Forget it, let's leave it at that, it's actually pretty good.
Wait until Lao Wang comes back, then do it.
He thought for a while, and when he saw the fishing rod hanging on the wall, he lost his mind to clean it up.
I took out my fishing rods and fishing gear, grabbed a straw hat and a horse, and walked toward the back street along the door.
Sports like fishing are very helpful to relieve your recent tired body and mind.
The environment in the backstreet is very good.
The breeze is gentle, the willows are lingering, and a small river that is not too spacious winds down.
The river is gurgling and clear, but there is no bottom.
Fang Jing has loved fishing all her life. As a member of the 100,000-strong Air Force, although she has not caught many big fish, her theoretical knowledge is very solid.
Fishing is an activity that pays great attention to luck and skill. If you want to catch a good fish, the first thing is to have a good fishing position. There is a lot of knowledge in this, such as weather, season, water conditions, etc., all must be considered. arrived.
Don't worry about whether you catch fish or not, it's important anyway.
Use the long hair curling pattern and clamp the wooden block in front to make a flywheel fishing rod. You can use black fish to make sequins. You can use white strips to make lead hooks. Decorate them with thin slices. You can use mandarin fish to add hooks with wooden strips. Specialize in hooks. Mouth minnow.
Fang Jingzhi stretched out her hand to cover the sun and looked around.
Hold the gourd with half water to expose the four eyes, and pull up the length of the thread.
Based on half a lifetime of fishing experience, this water is very suitable for fishing crucian carp.
It's a pity that there is no wind, no waves, no Artest, and it is slightly unattractive.
I found a moist corner and dug out several large earthworms with just a few shovels.
Mix the flour residue you brought with you and stir it. This is the best bait for fishing crucian carp.
The next step is to find a good fishing position.
The river meanders and forms a small lake at a corner. In one corner of the lake, there is a thick willow tree, and there is a lot of shade under the tree.
This is the best fishing position. At this moment, there is already an old man sitting there and starting fishing.
The old man was dressed in ordinary clothes, with half black and half white hair, thick eyebrows and wide mouth. He looked very majestic. He held a bamboo pole in his hand and stared at the water without blinking.
As for the fish basket underfoot, it was empty.
Fang Jingzhi ignored him and put down the fish basket, then made a nest and laid the bait.
The sound of the fish falling into the water seemed to disturb the old man on the side. When he saw that it was a young man who disturbed his fishing, he couldn't help but smile happily.
"Young man, there are no big fish in this river, only small fish as long as two fingers. Stop working so hard."
Fang Jingzhi pursed her lips: "If there are no big fish, then what are you fishing for here?"
If you still catch fish when there are no fish, you are simply sick.
The old man stroked his beard and smiled, saying: "No, no, what we are fishing for is not fish!"
Fang Jingzhi looked confused: "Then what are you fishing for?"
"It's loneliness!"
Fang Jingzhi is too lazy to hit this old guy now.
Loneliness, loneliness, you uncle!
Idiot!
Fang Jingzhi felt that the old man must be sick, and he was seriously ill.
Otherwise, how could he say such words in broad daylight.
This is clearly something that can only be said by Lan Bin, the chief spokesperson of the Ming Dynasty branch of the Shamat family.
For example, A Bin once looked at the courtyard of the Green Willow Courtyard and sighed.
Forget about love!
After a while.
Uh-huh!
The goose-feathered ladle began to move.
Fang Jingzhi was delighted when she saw this and quickly grabbed the fishing rod.
I dump, I dump, I dump again.
I drag, I drag, I drag again.
Feeling that the crucian carp had lost its strength, Fang Jingzhi exerted force, and a large crucian carp the size of a palm, with a black belly and a yellow belly, was thrown up.
Fang Jingzhi naturally put the big crucian carp into the fish basket, continued to hang bait and swing the rod.
Isn’t there fish here?
The expression of the old man beside him changed slightly, and his face turned a little red for no reason. He looked at Fang Jingzhi in shock, with a look of disbelief on his face.
The fishhook was lowered into the water, and not long after, the goose feather bill continued to spin around in the river with the fishing line.
Fang Jingzhi swings the rod, unloads the product, hangs the bait, and swings the rod.
Not one, not two, not three, not four, five, or six, but seven.
…
Every time Fang Jingzhi swung the fishing rod, the old man's face twitched, as if he had been hit by a fishing rod.
Not long after, Fang Jingzhi's fish basket was filled with fish.
Turning around and seeing the old man's empty fish basket, Fang Jingzhi took out a cigarette from his arms and lit one for himself.
It’s a bit exciting today!
Newbie protection period?
"Old man, do you need your fish basket? Give it to me!"
"Oh! Oh!" The old man's whole body was numb, and he subconsciously handed over his fish basket.
So...
Finally, under the astonished eyes of the old man, Fang Jingzhi walked away carrying two baskets of crucian carp.
After catching so many fish, there will definitely be more to eat.
Um!
Sold to Lan Yu's Yuanyang House.
What a pleasure!
Fang Jingzhi left.
The old man immediately became energetic.
With a whoosh, he rushed to Fang Jingzhi's fishing position.
Skillfully dropped the fishhook.
One stick of incense, two sticks of incense, three sticks of incense...
Seeing that the sun was about to set in the west, an old man in green clothes and a small hat, dressed as a servant, emerged from nowhere.
"My lord, the sun is going down. It's time for us to go home!"
Tang He reluctantly picked up the fishing rod.
Looking at the empty fishhook.
"Hold!"
Lao Tang threw the fishing rod to the ground angrily and stepped on it hard.
"Damn it, you can't catch it in Xuanwu Lake, you can't catch it in the Qinhuai River, and I can't even get through such a small ditch."
"I will cut off the water supply for you tomorrow. Even if I pour water from basin to basin, I will go out of my way to get it for you."
"Fuck you stupid fish!"
Tang He, who was spitting and swearing, still seemed to feel uncomfortable. He became angry when he looked at the fishing rod on the ground, picked it up and broke it into two pieces.
He stepped hard on both feet.
The old servant seemed to have become accustomed to it.
Very skillfully, he took out a new fishing rod from behind the big tree and a fish basket containing a large carp.
Tang He kicked the fishing rod that was broken into two sections into the river.
Picked up the fishing rod, put the fishing basket on his back, and left very satisfied.
The old servant followed behind and shook his head helplessly.
"Old Wang, you will know what to say when you get home later!"
Tang He was walking in front, and suddenly remembered something, took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it, and slowly spoke to the old servant behind him.
The old servant walked a few steps closer to Tang He and said with a smile, "Master, I know this."
"If the lady asks, just say that the fish was caught by the master, not bought from the fish stall."
"Well, it's good to know!" Tang He said with satisfaction: "But you must remember it and don't let it slip to me."
"Last time Xiaoliuzi let us know, but he was laughed at by Madam!"
The old servant curled his lips helplessly.
The entire Duke Xinguo's mansion, from his wife to the servants and maids below, didn't know that his master was a famous air force leader.
Speaking of fishing theory, he is better than anyone else, but he has been fishing for so many years.
The biggest achievement was catching an arm-length ornamental koi in the Royal Garden.
With this record, he was dragging other nobles around to brag about being the best fisherman in Nanjing City.
My lord, I'm not afraid that I won't be able to defeat you. They have already laughed at you in front of you!
"Old Wang, do you know that guy?" Tang He suddenly thought of something and looked at the cigarette in his hand and asked.
This old servant is also an old man in the family, and has basically dealt with every noble family in Nanjing City.
I am also quite familiar with the boys from each family.
The kid just now seemed to be smoking too.
And it’s the kind with a gold label.
Didn't Lan Yu say that the gold-labeled ones are all for special supply? In addition to supplying to the palace, only people of the Duke's level can distribute twenty or thirty pieces every month.
This is something I can’t bear to smoke.
This kid took it out easily?
Could it be that they are the beloved juniors of several other old brothers’ families?
"Master, I have never seen this young man before. He must not be from a noble family!" The old servant recalled Fang Jingzhi's appearance and said in a deep voice.
If Xungui had such a handsome young man in his family, it would be impossible for him not to remember him.
"Really!" Tang He was a little confused: "Send someone to check later. We always feel that this kid is special."
"Yes, sir!"
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