Traveling through ancient times: daily life on the run

It turned out that Mr. Fang and Mrs. Fang were praising their granddaughter to Mr. Murong for how smart, sensible, and good at housekeeping she was.

Old Master Fang couldn't help but take out the draft of "The Legend of Wutian" to show Master Murong.

"Look, most girls have never seen so much. My granddaughter has experienced a life-or-death escape, so she has seen a lot."

Young Master Murong took the blueprint and his expression became increasingly gloomy.

Although these are imaginary characters and scenery, the winding mountain road and the bridge across the mountains and rivers make people think deeply.

This is a huge project. I haven't heard of anyone doing it yet, but that doesn't mean it can't be done. Is she really just relying on her own imagination?

"Master Murong, our granddaughter knows everything. If she were a man, I don't think anyone could surpass her."

Old Madam Fang rolled her eyes at Old Man Fang and said, "Even women these days, no man can compare to them. Look at your two grandsons, one useless and the other dumb, which one can compare to Chu'er?"

Murong was completely confused...

Luo Yu came over, snatched the sketch from Murong's hand, and whispered softly, "Mr. Murong, you can go help write the storybook. It's too noisy here and not suitable for creation."

Grandpa Fang said anxiously, "My dear granddaughter, you don't want grandpa to help you?"

Old Madam Fang glared at the old man and secretly pinched the flesh on his lower back. "Why is this old man so unreasonable? Doesn't he know to leave the young man alone?"

Anyway, no outsiders know about it, and the Fang family won’t say anything.

When a man and a woman are alone in a room, feelings will eventually develop.

Young Master Murong followed behind Luo Hong.

Thinking about the drawings he had just seen, he asked casually: "Did the story just now come up with the girl herself?"

"No, I heard the story from someone else, but I embellished and modified it a little bit myself."

"The scene in the painting was imagined by the girl herself?"

Luo Yu turned around to look at him. Damn, how come when I look at Master Murong from up close, he looks as delicate as a statue?

Why is it that a grown man is so good-looking?

"We'll sign an agreement later. When working in the Fang Mansion, don't ask too many questions you shouldn't ask, don't try to understand things you shouldn't know, and don't leak what you already know. Otherwise, you'll bear all the consequences yourself."

"Miss, are you trying to threaten me with what I want? You don't know what I want in return."

"I only know that thing is very important to you, and since you are sure that it is in my hands, it must be in my hands."

"Why are you so sure?"

"You must have been following us for a long time, right? Just now I saw you looking at that kid Yan Xuan, and it was obvious that you knew him, so I'm sure you know most of our situation."

"If you are really smart, why don't you ask me how much I know?"

"If you don't tell anyone, I naturally won't care. Besides, no one might believe you if you tell anyone."

"So you're not afraid of being discovered by bringing the White Tiger into the Fang Mansion?"

"It's okay. I'm taking you to Baihu's yard now. You'll be with her. From now on, we'll be on the same path, like grasshoppers on the same rope."

As he spoke, he had already walked into Piaolingshe.

Master Murong was speechless again.

If these two girls weren't so different from ordinary people, he would have just taken his things and left.

But now, he was tricked by the white girl in front of him.

Actually, it’s not bad to stay. He is more interested in them than anything else now.

When Xia Liang saw Master Murong, his eyes were full of stars.

After so long, she finally met a man who looked satisfactory to her. He was tall and handsome, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, straight figure, knife-like cheeks, high nose bridge, deep eyebrows and eyes, and a perfect face shape. Not a single part was superfluous.

Although Yan Xuan looks okay, this young man has the aura of a mature man, while Yan Xuan is just a kid.

She raised her paw politely to greet him from a distance.

Young Master Murong hesitated for a while. It was not that he was afraid of the white tiger, but he did not expect that the white tiger was indeed very big when viewed up close. It seemed to be even bigger than the one he had accidentally bumped into before.

The lackey made a whining sound beside Xia Liang. He disliked the man as soon as he saw him.

It doesn't like good-looking men.

Except for Yan Xuan, the kid who is willing to run with it and Baihu.

Luo Yu chuckled: "Baihu is greeting you. She likes you."

Murong again: "..."

In the pavilion by the pool.

Under the watchful eyes of Miss Bai and White Tiger, Master Murong signed the unequal treaty.

Seeing that Miss Luo Yu made two copies and handed him one seriously, he couldn't help but laugh.

Luo Yu knew that the ancients valued honesty the most. A verbal agreement made by a matchmaker could be followed unconditionally by future generations, let alone an agreement written in black and white.

"Miss Bai, since we've signed an agreement, you should be able to trust me. I only have one question: why did you want to write this storybook?"

"I want to open a library, a non-profit library, where you can borrow books for free and read indoors for free. All you have to do is register your identity and leave a deposit as collateral."

"Oh, the girl actually did such a great feat? What did she want?"

“I hope that everyone in the world can read for free and become literate.”

Murong shuddered. Even the current emperor would not dare to say such words.

Is it good or bad for everyone to be able to read and write?

"Why would the girl have such an idea?"

"The library has more traffic, naturally, so my storybooks can sell better. Anyway, other books can be borrowed for free, but my storybooks are not available for loan. They all need to be purchased, so you have to write well. If you do well, I will give you a share of the profits."

"..."

Originally, Master Murong thought she was just talking casually until he read the story outline she wrote.

In a fictional dynasty, the protagonist endures betrayal by everyone around him and survives, then takes revenge on the Jianghu.

The timeline is as long as 20 years.

The story is fascinating and makes people care about the protagonist's journey.

I didn’t expect that Miss Bai could actually write a book suitable for men to read. It’s really admirable.

"Miss Bai, the storyline of this book is quite long. I'm afraid I can't finish it in one volume."

"Serialization is like telling a story. To know what happens next, wait for the next chapter."

"Miss Bai really has some ideas."

He turned his head and saw Miss Bai grinding ink for him. He was stunned for a moment, and then he thought that she and Miss Qin never acted according to worldly standards, so they probably wouldn't care about small details at all.

Turning his head again, he found a white tiger squatting on the other side, staring at him closely, its eyes as big as two copper bells.

Could it be that Miss Bai wants Baihu to supervise her?

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Murong. Baihu is acting this way because he likes you. You don't need to be nervous. If it's too hot here, you can go back to the room and write. I'll prepare some ice cream and bring it to you later."

"You're welcome, Miss Bai."

"You have to hurry up and write. When you finish writing a paragraph, show it to me and see if it's okay. The writing style can't be too rigid.

By the way, if you don't understand something, you can ask me. The names of those martial arts are all made up by me. If you have a better idea, you can make up your own."

He was a distinguished scholar (he passed the exam in his spare time), but was asked by a girl to write a storybook and was questioned about his poor writing skills.

Young Master Murong shook his head. It was his own fault that he got involved here.

"You can take an hour's break at noon. If you write quickly, how about I take you to the library this afternoon? I think storybooks are just a temporary novelty. It would be great if there was a book that could be understood by all illiterate people!"

After saying this, Luo Yu prepared to leave Piao Ling She and go make some summer cold drinks.

Master Murong thought back to Miss Luo's last words. How wonderful it would be if there was a book that could be understood by all illiterate people. This was probably her true wish. Why did this girl do all this?

And that bridge that can span mountains and rivers, is it really possible with current technology? Perhaps it's something that will only appear in eight hundred years?