The Little Lucky Girl

Chapter 189 Manuscript

It's a pseudonym. Magistrate Tao thought about it and decided that he would like to add something else instead of a name.

He waved his hand, called Ming Youyou closer and said, "Since you are writing a story, it naturally needs to have some ups and downs to be interesting. The characters in your book don't have to be so monotonous. They can be diligent court officials during the day and completely change their identities at night."

Ming Youyou seemed to understand what he said, and frowned, "Isn't this double-dealing? Why do you write yourself as a bad guy, sir?"

"Who says double-dealing means being a bad person? No, this is not double-dealing, this is mysterious, okay?"

Magistrate Tao stared at him, then blushed and said, "Can't you write a legend about a man in white clothes, swordsmanship, and chivalry?"

This was his ideal when he was young. Back then...

"But wearing white at night can be scary."

Tao County Magistrate: ...

Ming Youyou scratched his head. "I think a masked hero in black is also good, like a thief, who robs the rich and helps the poor. There is a code of conduct for thieves—"

"No, it must be white." Magistrate Tao insisted on his dream. "If it's not possible, just do it during the day and change during rest time."

"Okay, as long as you're happy. Any other requests?"

"Nothing more. Well, let me add a little bit. The sword must be the best in the world, a divine weapon that can cut through iron like mud, and it would be best if there is a horse that can run as fast as the wind... In addition... there is..."

"... Let me tell you more about the deeds. Since it is a legend, how can there not be a few sensational cases? For example, those bandits on Luojiang Mountain who were never completely eliminated could be wiped out in a matter of minutes..."

Magistrate Tao was talking with saliva flying all over the place. Seeing Ming Youyou just staring at him with her mouth wide open, he immediately said unhappily, "What I said is so wonderful, why don't you write it down?"

Ming Youyou picked up the pen in a daze. Seeing that she wrote too slowly and could not keep up with his surging thoughts, Magistrate Tao simply wrote it down for her.

Finally, Ming Youyou was pushed out by Magistrate Tao with a thick stack of papers in her arms. She was still dazed, and the words of admonition were still echoing in her ears, "This is our secret, do you know? If anyone asks you about it, just say that you thought it up yourself."

Ming Youyou finally came to her senses when she reached the door. She looked up in confusion and asked tentatively, "Sir, we have no time to do our homework today because we are here to help the county government. Can you talk to Principal Pei and give us a few more days?"

"You're not ashamed to say you're helping me. You're both paid and earning a share of the profits. But it's not impossible for me to intercede for you," Magistrate Tao said with narrowed eyes. "It just so happens that the warehouse has a batch of farm account books that need to be checked. If each of you completes one, I can issue the levy documents."

Checking the account books is much more troublesome than doing homework. Ming Youyou would not be fooled. She snorted a few times and quickened her pace to move away from County Magistrate Tao.

But I was very happy in my heart. Although it felt very strange just now, Lord Tao was still the stingy and deceitful Lord Tao. He was not possessed by another spirit as described in the strange novels.

But looking down at the stack of papers in her hand, she had another worry. How could these weird ideas be filmed into something like, oh, a TV series?

As a result, the director on the other side of the screen said that there was no problem at all after watching it. He told Ming Youyou not to worry. Although the protagonist could not see the finished product, he promised to integrate these ideas perfectly. With his many years of experience in water injection, these would not be a problem. The ancients were still too conservative.

The director was very happy when they reached a cooperation agreement, and he gave her a large amount of pre-production credits. He also said that he would film her and let her cooperate in recording some videos, which would be synthesized into the images after the technology was used.

Thinking that she could show her face on other stars, Ming Youyou happily skipped back to the hall. From a distance, she saw Zheng Huan and the other two standing in a row obediently with their necks shrunk like quails. She knew that President Pei had arrived.

The old man attached great importance to the storybook they wrote and even carried it with him. He took it out when they asked.

"Did you come up with all the stories here by yourselves?"

Under pressure from his mentor, Elder Zong, Principal Pei was forced to agree to write the preface for the children's storybooks. However, after he flipped through the book, his expression gradually became serious.

The main plot of the book is about the daily case-solving of an official in Kaifeng Prefecture named Bao Zheng. It not only intersperses three strange cases with twists and turns, but also the treacherous court struggles that are amazing.

It would be reasonable to say that such a classic work was written by a middle-aged man like Magistrate Tao who had been immersed in officialdom for many years. But now it was written by a few teenagers, which is a bit unreasonable.

Zheng Huan and Lu Tai looked at each other and were secretly worried about the dean's question.

He understood President Pei's confusion. Not to mention the old man himself, even the three of them, no, two of them, were confused and frightened when they first heard Ming Youyou tell these stories.

But when they thought about the fact that Ming Youyou had been telling them all kinds of stories that they had never heard of since the day of exile, everything seemed normal again.

They once suspected that someone had told her, but the four of them spent every day together, and they knew who Ming Youyou came into contact with throughout the day, so she really didn't hear it from somewhere else.

"Do you think this child is a genius?" Lu Tai once exclaimed.

Zheng Huan was silent. His mind flashed with images of alcohol, dyed cloth, curved plow, lotus leaf chicken... and finally stopped at the night when he broke his leg in a mudslide.

Although everyone thought that Captain Jin had misjudged the matter, the leg was on his body. The heart-wrenching pain and the fear of losing control of his limbs made him realize that his leg injury was not that simple.

After Ming Youyou forced him to drink half a bowl of extremely bitter green juice, he found that he did feel much better.

It was just that he had a high fever and fainted from time to time, which made it difficult for him to make his own judgment, but now...

Zheng Huan felt that he seemed to have discovered something, but he didn't want to delve into it.

Zheng Huan looked at Principal Pei, took a deep breath, and stepped forward and said, "Principal, this book was indeed written by a few of us, but the ideas were obtained by consulting many people and combining them together."

He specifically told the story to Mr. Luo, Mr. He, his classmates and teachers in the academy, and the villagers of Xiaguan Village. Everyone must have discussed it after listening to it, so it makes sense that they absorbed and learned from it to make the story more exciting.

Principal Pei smiled but did not ask any more questions. Finally, he picked up his pen and wrote the preface they had been waiting for for a long time in Magistrate Tao's study.

After he finished writing, the old man asked, "How much do you plan to pay for this book?"

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