"You want to record all the stories I told?" Zhang Zong also widened his eyes at this time, looking at Xue Ning'er with disbelief. He didn't expect that the other party was holding paper and pen to do this.

"Yes, Brother Shi, you have moved back. You can never tell me stories at night. The third brother's story is getting worse and worse, so it's better for me to come to you during the day, record the stories you told, and then take them out to see them at night. Am I very smart?" Xue Ning'er said proudly at the end. This method was what she thought of.

"Then have you finished writing?" Zhang Zong asked curiously when he heard this.

"No, I can't remember some plots clearly, so I wanted Brother Shi to tell me again. In addition, I felt something was wrong with what I wrote before, but I couldn't find the reason?" Xue Ning'er said as she handed a thick stack of manuscript paper in her hand to Zhang Zong and said.

Zhang Zong took the manuscript, but after only one look, he almost laughed. Have you ever read the "Legend of Chu Liuxiang" written in classical Chinese? What he is holding now is that Xue Ning'er, the silly girl, directly transformed his oral language into classical Chinese. It is really a pity that this girl has spent so much effort, but it is a bit awkward to read martial arts novels written in classical Chinese.

"Ning'er, you wrote very well, but legendary novels like this are used to relieve your boredom after dinner. Most of these people have never read much, and they don't even know the words, so we just need to write down the story in the most straightforward words, and there is no need to be too quaint." Zhang Zong tried his best to express his meaning in a tactful tone.

"No wonder I think it's strange. It turns out that this is the reason!" Xue Ning'er also showed a sudden enlightenment when she heard this. Although she was a woman, she was just like Xue Shao. She usually had a special teacher to teach her to read and write, so in her understanding, the articles were written in the form of classical Chinese.

In fact, let alone Xue Ning'er, even if he just pulled out one from a scholar, he would definitely record the story in the form of classical Chinese. The better ones were at most half-literary and half-verbal, just like the four great classics. It was not until the later New Culture Movement that vernacular Chinese replaced classical Chinese.

"Brother Shi, I'll rewrite it, but I can't remember some of the plots clearly. Can you tell me again?" Xue Ning'er quickly suggested again with great enthusiasm.

Seeing that Xue Ning'er was so enthusiastic, Zhang Zong naturally couldn't bear to refuse, so he asked Xue Ning'er to record it while talking. He found that there were some things she wrote wrong, and he would correct it in time.

Shangguan Wan'er next to her originally wanted to say goodbye and leave, but when Zhang Zong started telling a story, she sat down by chance, and then quietly listened to the fantasy and magnificent story world that Zhang Zong said, allowing her to be happy or sad with the characters in the story. This was the first time she had experienced such a wonderful feeling.

Zhang Zong had long noticed Shangguan Wan'er was eavesdropping on her story, but he just smiled slightly and didn't care. He even deliberately started from scratch. Finally, he finished a complete plot. Xue Ning'er also recorded the story with her beautiful small calligraphy. However, at the end of the writing, she was so tired that her arms were sore that she could hardly lift them up.

At this time, Shangguan Wan'er finally woke up from the plot and turned her head to look at the sky outside, which made her stand up nervously and say goodbye to Zhang Zong: "It's getting late, I'll say goodbye!"

"Wait a minute, I'll help you pick up a pot of two-color roses to take back. If the princess asks, you'll say this is a gift I specially prepared for her!" Zhang Zong called out Shangguan Wan'er, who was a little panicked, and he also saw that Shangguan Wan'er was worried that she would stay here for too long and would be punished by Princess Taiping when she went back, so she specially found a reason for her.

Shangguan Wan'er was also extremely smart. When she heard Zhang Zong's words, she immediately understood what he meant. She immediately nodded gratefully again. Then Zhang Zong took her to the yard, picked two pots of two-color roses that she had just grafted today, and told her how to maintain them. With his experience, these two pots of roses should be able to survive soon.

Shangguan Wan'er left with two flower pots in her arms. Xue Ning'er was so tired that she couldn't continue writing. Although the brush calligraphy looked good, it was too easy to be tired. Because when writing brush calligraphy, the wrist was required to hang in the air, which was a test of a person's arm strength. It is said that the right arm of the saint Wang Xizhi's right arm was several circles thicker than the left arm, which was achieved through practicing calligraphy. Xue Ning'er obviously did not have the arm strength of the saint, so she rubbed her arms and complained.

Xue Shao didn't know where he got out of here, and was knocking his sister's arm at this time, but his eyes kept glancing at the manuscripts recorded by Ning'er. It seemed that he also liked these manuscripts very much.

"You sneaked away when you recorded the manuscript just now. Now that Ning'er has finished writing, you run back. These manuscripts are not your share!" Zhang Zong saw through Xue Shao's intention at a glance, and immediately spoke directly. Xue Shao didn't appear just now, but in fact he was afraid that he would write for Xue Ning'er.

"Brother Shi, you still said to me, why don't you write it in person?" Xue Shao asked back with dissatisfaction.

"Have you seen my broken hand before? Even if you kill me, I can't write small calligraphy as beautiful as Ning'er!" Zhang Zong turned his eyes and retorted. Although he had been practicing calligraphy for a while, he really didn't have much talent in calligraphy. After practicing for so long, he could only say that he could read it. As for writing large or small characters with a brush, it was simply difficult for him to reach the sky.

"Stern brother, you are lazy again. Last time my mother asked you to copy "Encourage Learning" ten times, but you only copied it eight times and lied that you had finished copying it. Later, my mother discovered that your hands were swollen. Now I don't know how to repent!" Xue Ning'er also angrily told Xue Shao at this time.

"I...I am your brother, why are you helping outsiders?" Xue Shao said with a heartache. He found that his sister was useless and had already begun to favor outsiders at a young age. No wonder others say that girls are external.

"I... I'm helping the disciples and not the relatives, and Brother Shi is already very tired to tell stories for me!" Xue Ning'er also defended herself.

With two fists, Xue Shao also admitted defeat very wisely, but he was also very envious of the manuscript copied by Xue Ning'er. Not only Xue Ning'er felt bored at night, but he sometimes felt bored. If he could fall asleep watching Zhang Zong's stories every night, it would be exciting to think about it.

However, Xue Ning'er would not give the manuscript he had written down easily to others. In the end, Xue Shao begged for a long time and also took out some conditions to exchange it. Only then did Xue Ning'er agree to let Xue Shao copy it after going back. However, with Zhang Zong's understanding of Xue Shao, he would definitely not do it himself, but would instruct people in the mansion to help him copy it.

After seeing off Xue Shao and his sister, Zhang Zong decorated his home again. He went to see Li Hong just after moving in yesterday. He had been busy for another day today, so many of the luggage he moved back didn't have time to open, and now he finally has time to reorganize it.

When the home was decorated, Zhang Zong smiled with satisfaction when he looked at the brand new home. However, the only thing that was the only beauty was that the bookshelf in his study was still empty. Li Hong said that the printed books would be launched on a large scale soon, and he would have to find some to buy some, even if he didn't read them, they could be used as decorations.

"Huh? When did I fall to the same level as that bastard Li Mao?" Zhang Zong suddenly thought of the shelf of books in the study in the manor outside the city that he had never read before. He had ridiculed Li Mao at that time, but he didn't expect that he would do the same thing now.

"Forget it, let's fall into depravity, but if Ning'er writes all the martial arts novels in the future, she can print a batch and put it in the room, and turn it over a few pages in her spare time... Tsk tsk~" Zhang Zong thought of his future beautiful life, and immediately showed a pleasant smile.

The next day, Zhang Zong woke up and continued to be busy with the matter in the flower garden. Now the weather is getting cooler and the business in the flower garden is about to open again. Although he is no longer short of money, people always have to find something to do when they are alive, otherwise they will slowly get rid of it.

However, just when Zhang Zong was busy, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. He was coming again for Xue Shao and Xue Ning'er. After all, Xue Ning'er said yesterday that he might continue to record the story Zhang Zong told today.

However, when Zhang Zong opened the yard gate, he unexpectedly found that it was not Xue Shao's brother and sister standing outside the gate, but Luo Binwang who had not seen him for several days.

"Brother Tourism, why are you here for free?" Zhang Zong smiled immediately when he saw the other party, and was also a little surprised. Although the Ghost Case was solved, Luo Binwang needed to preside over the end of the case and the daily operation of the county government. So he also knew that the other party was very busy and did not expect the other party to visit.

"I heard that Brother Zhang, you moved to your new home, so I brought some wine and food to the door. It can be regarded as celebrating Brother Zhang!" Luo Binwang held up the food box in his hand and smiled.

"Please come in quickly!" Zhang Zong hurriedly invited the other party in at this time, and then explained with a smile, "In fact, it's not considered a housewarming. He just renovated his home and finished his sightseeing in your yamen?"

When Luo Binwang heard Zhang Zong mention the yamen, his face changed. Then he sighed and said with a depressed expression: "I'm not hiding it from Brother Zhang, I came here uninvited this time. One is to congratulate Brother Zhang on your moving back to your new home, and the other is to actually complain to you!"
Chapter completed!