Jiangliang Mansion is now the seat of King Wu of Ganzhou. This place guards the Chunjiang River and has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times.
After King Wu took over the place, he strengthened the defense and trained the navy in preparation for war.
To the east, the King of Yue was also working hard to build ports and ships.
Although there is no large-scale war between the two sides yet, it is only a matter of time before a war begins...
In a small town outside Jiangliang Mansion, a Confucian scholar in his thirties with a short beard was writing something.
He was just writing when he suddenly put his pen aside, picked up the paper on which he had written some words, and threw it into the stove next to him.
Seeing the flames engulfing the manuscript paper, the Confucian scholar wiped his face with some sadness, leaned on his seat, and stared at the roof with dull eyes.
At this time, he heard a knock on the door, and the Confucian scholar stood up and opened the door.
Outside the door was a man dressed as a boy, holding a bowl of hot soup in his hand, and said to the Confucian scholar with a smile:
"Mr. Wu, are you busy? I didn't disturb you, did I?"
The Confucian scholar known as Mr. Wu said politely:
"Of course not, what are you doing here?"
"Isn't today the fifteenth day of the first lunar month? This is the chicken soup made by my mother-in-law. I will bring you a bowl."
Seeing this, Mr. Wu glanced at the sky outside and murmured:
"It's already the fifteenth day of the first lunar month..."
The boy smiled and said: "As expected of you, you are a busy man. You have forgotten about it these days. Okay, I will put this soup in the house for you."
With that said, he entered Mr. Wu's room and took a quick look. He saw pens, inks, paper and inkstones placed on Mr. Wu's table, and his face suddenly became happy.
"Mr. Wu, how is your new story going? Everyone is looking forward to your new story!"
When Mr. Wu heard this, he suddenly felt that the soup served by the waiter was no longer fragrant.
"I'm writing, I'm writing!"
Hearing this, the boy nodded repeatedly:
"Okay, Mr. Wu, you are busy. Remember to write a new story as soon as you finish drinking the soup!"
Seeing the boy leaving, Mr. Wu looked at the bowl of chicken soup and felt a little unappetizing for some reason.
Sitting back at the desk again, looking at the blank paper, I suddenly felt that the soup was quite fragrant.
After drinking the soup, Mr. Wu sat at the table for a long time, but his mind still felt blank.
I couldn't think of it, so I just didn't think about it. I got up and walked out of the residence.
In fact, he has not left his residence for more than a month, and today is a rare occasion.
As soon as he came out, many townspeople in the town saw him and greeted him warmly.
Just saying hello, saying hello, and always asking if the new story is finished, what does it mean?
Can’t I, Wu, take a break?
Mr. Wu, who originally wanted to relax, was asked by the townspeople and felt even worse. He simply walked out of the town and went to a forest outside the town.
There's no one here to disturb you, so it's quiet.
Spring has arrived more clearly in the south than in the north. At this time, you can already see the old trees sprouting and the grass green.
Seeing this, Mr. Wu felt much better, but he still had no new ideas in his mind.
A somewhat helpless Mr. Wu said to a small flower that was growing a little:
"Huahua, Huahua, what do you think everyone will say if I announce to the public that I will stop writing?"
A slightly cool breeze blew by, causing the flowers to sway slightly.
Seeing this, Mr. Wu said again:
"Do you also advise me to continue writing? But I feel really exhausted recently. I can't think of new stories anymore. I really feel like I can't keep going!"
While Mr. Wu was sighing to himself, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, but it was hit by a piece of wood.
When he looked back, he saw a monkey standing on the branch, smiling at him.
Seeing Mr. Wu looking over, the monkey smiled even more happily, turned his back directly, pointed his butt towards him, and swayed there.
If someone has a bad temper and sees this monkey being so arrogant, he will probably have to call it out twice.
It’s just that Mr. Wu is obviously not a bad-tempered person. He is not angry when provoked by monkeys. Instead, he finds it interesting when he touches the back of his head.
Seeing that the monkey had hit Mr. Wu, but the other party had not reacted violently, he immediately took advantage of it and threw branches to hit Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wu subconsciously wanted to hide, but because he had been hunched over the desk for a long time and did not move much, his body was a little stiff and his reaction was slow. He failed to dodge and was hit by a branch again.
Seeing that this man was so easy to bully, the monkey howled excitedly, jumped to the ground, picked up stones and hit the man.
Mr. Wu, who originally thought the monkey was cute, could no longer fall in love with it, and kept avoiding it, not wanting to be seen like a beast.
But in the eyes of the monkeys, his behavior was that he was weak and could be bullied. He kicked his nose and face even more, picked up whatever he found, and chased and beat people.
As the saying goes, a clay figure still has a certain amount of anger, let alone a living person.
Mr. Wu, who originally didn't want to be treated like a mere beast, became really angry. He picked up a stone with his backhand and hit the monkey with it.
It's just that his accuracy wasn't very good and he missed.
It stands to reason that even if it misses, a monkey will definitely run away when it sees someone throwing something to hit it.
But this monkey was unusual. Seeing that Mr. Wu missed, instead of running away, it became even more aggressive, throwing things and hitting him even harder.
When Mr. Wu saw this, he was also angered by the monkey.
It just so happens that I can't think of a new story lately, so I use it to vent my anger.
Then, one man and one monkey began to throw stones and fight.
The monkey was obviously more accurate in throwing things than Mr. Wu, and he hit Mr. Wu several times.
But he is a monkey after all, and his hands are not very strong. Moreover, Mr. Wu wears thicker clothes, so even if he is hit, it will not cause any harm.
Mr. Wu's accuracy was quite poor, and the monkey's movements were agile. He fought for a long time without being hit.
Seeing this, the monkey laughed mockingly again.
But just because of this smile, there was no time to escape.
This time, he was successfully hit by a stone thrown by Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wu lacked activities again. He is a human after all, and his hand strength is not comparable to that of a monkey. He hit the monkey with a stone, and the monkey let out a scream and rolled on the ground several times.
The beaten monkey got up from the ground, picked up stones again, and continued to attack Mr. Wu.
Mr. Wu was surprised when he saw this.
Most of the animals are bully and afraid of the strong, and can be driven away with a little intimidation, especially monkeys.
But there was something special about the monkey in front of me. He actually had a spirit that was not afraid of death.
Accidents are accidents, and we should fight when we should.
Mr. Wu threw stones and hit him again.
After the monkey was injured, its movements were not as flexible as before, and it failed to dodge and was hit by Mr. Wu.
This time, the monkey fell directly to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
Seeing this, Mr. Wu took a closer look and estimated that the monkey needed to slow down for a while before he could get up.
After defeating this monkey, I felt relieved and felt much better.
He didn't have any special hobbies. He liked to eat monkey brains and the like. After defeating the monkey, he did not kill it or capture it.
Directly bypassing the monkeys, he left the woods and planned to return to his residence.
As soon as I came out of the woods, I saw a strong white horse passing by the roadside, and sitting on it was a graceful young man.
At first glance, he looks like a god, which makes people look at him.
Mr. Wu was also quite knowledgeable. When he saw this young man, his eyes were attracted.
Seeing the other party passing by on horseback, Mr. Wu took the initiative to retreat to the side of the road and wait for the other party to pass.
Unexpectedly, after the young man rode up to him, he reined in his horse and looked at him with a smile:
"Dare I ask, but in person with Mr. Wu?"
Mr. Wu heard this and nodded:
"It's Wu."
After receiving an affirmative answer, the young man jumped off his horse as soon as he was young.
Then, because there was still one foot attached to the kick leg, the whole person fell to the ground face down with a "bang".
Mr. Wu was startled and looked at the young man hurriedly, worried.
This time, don't fall to death.
Just when I was worried, I suddenly saw the young man getting up from the ground like a normal person, patting the dust on his body and saying with a smile:
"Mr. Wu, don't get me wrong, I don't touch porcelain."
Mr. Wu looked at the other party in a daze, and asked with concern:
"Are you OK?"
"Of course it's okay, what can happen to me!"
The young man said, as if nothing had happened, he stepped forward and took Mr. Wu's hand and said:
"Mr. Wu, you know, I admire you. When I was in Pingzhou, I often read your stories.
I've seen all the stories about gods being mistakenly reborn in pig fetuses, Taoist monks fighting for rain, and so on. "
Mr. Wu's face twitched a little when he saw what the enthusiastic young man said when he came up.
What he is most afraid of hearing now is this topic. After feeling that he has run out of ideas, he feels very sorry for his book fans.
The young man chatted with him very familiarly and said that his name was Shan Yuan and that he was a loyal fan of his books.
"Mr. Wu, all of your books that I have read are genuine Miaoqu Pavilion books, and I fully support you!"
"Um~~The book club I work with is Yuheng Book Club, not Miaoqu Pavilion."
"Ah, hahaha, right? Anyway, you feel my feelings, right?"
Mr. Wu nodded blankly:
"Feel it, feel it."
This young man is naturally Ye Ming. What he said is not false, it is true.
When I read books with Caiwei, my favorite ones were the stories written by Mr. Wu.
When I saw him this time, his emotions were completely unadulterated.
"Haha, Mr. Wu, are there any new stories coming out recently?"
What Mr. Wu is most afraid of hearing right now is this question. He said with a slightly stiff expression:
"Writing, writing..."
"Mr. Wu, you should live nearby. Let's go and have a look at your residence."
Ye Ming enthusiastically took Mr. Wu to the small town. Those who didn't know it thought he was going to his home!
Mr. Wu reluctantly returned to the town with Ye Ming.
Ye Ming was in front and returned to his residence with him.
Mr. Wu is not surprised at all that this person knows where he lives. Everyone in the town knows where he lives. Since this person is a fan of his books, it is not surprising that he knows this.
Ye Ming took Mr. Wu back to the house. The white horse following the two people stopped outside the house consciously, without even a rope, which was very worry-free.
Entering the house, Ye Ming looked around curiously.
When I saw Mr. Wu's bookshelf, my eyes suddenly lit up and I hurried forward to browse.
"This one, and this one, I have never seen them before!"
Seeing Ye Ming looking through his works, Mr. Wu said:
"Those few books were not well written and were not published in large quantities for sale. Naturally, they are not available elsewhere."
Ye Ming kept rummaging through Mr. Wu's room and found a few more niche, unread stories, and was very happy.
After rummaging for a while, he looked at Mr. Wu again:
"Mr. Wu, I've been back for so long, why haven't you started writing a story?
Even the landlord's donkey doesn't rest like this, right? "
When Mr. Wu heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he sat down at the desk reluctantly.
Looking at the blank paper, I felt a little dazed.
I can’t think of anything, what should I write?
Is there anything more despairing than being unable to write?
have!
That is, there is someone watching you unable to write anything.
At this time, Ye Ming was standing next to Mr. Wu's seat, looking at him expectantly.
Looking sideways at Ye Ming, who was full of expectations, a feeling of guilt came to Mr. Wu's heart.
"Why, does Mr. Wu think this paper is difficult to use, or the ink is not good, or the paper material is not good, which affects the performance?"
At this moment, Mr. Wu suddenly felt like crying:
"I...I can't write it!"
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