It's another big sun day. Judging from this trend, the weather should warm up next month. This winter is a bit difficult, especially for Sun Dan, who is short of food and thin.

After memorizing the new words that had been in the evening and getting up early again, Sun Dan felt a little unsatisfied. However, he still felt a little happy when he smelled the morning wind and looked at the upcoming New Year scenery. Or he was already confident in his future life, or perhaps because he suddenly became a young boy.

The great man once said that the boy is the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning.

Happiness belongs to young people.

This time, Mr. Mendun specially reminded that after receiving breakfast in the kitchen, he specially put two steamed buns in the bad to make lunch.

I didn't sleep well, my eyes were so astringent. I haven't worked so hard for a long time. I rubbed my eyes with a sigh. The life of civil servants in recent years is so comfortable and I can't bear this little bit of hardship.

When they arrived at the school, the students had not arrived yet. However, the two girls in the school came on time, and Sun Jia still looked gentle. When they saw Sun Dan, they nodded slightly, and then lowered their heads. Before the floor heating was heated, a gentle and cold wind passed by, and Sun Jia's face looked a little white. At this time, Sun Dan realized that this little girl was growing quite flavorful.

As for Jiang Ruoying, she was a little miserable, her face turned blue, and she was facing two big black eyes.

In addition, this little girl is already a little baby fat, and now she looks so cute that it makes people want to laugh.

Jiang Ruoying was a little unhappy: "I look strange?"

"Didn't sleep well?" Sun Dan looked into her eyes and held back her smile: "If this person didn't sleep well, he would get up. Do you feel a little anxious now and don't like anything?"

"How do you know?" Jiang Ruoying nodded and yawned long: "I slept so late, and I was scolded by my aunt. I have to blame you for this." As she said that, she took out a newly bound booklet from her schoolbag and put it on the table. She opened it and picked up the pen to remember something on it.

Sun Dan was curious and stretched out her head to take a look, and was immediately shocked.

It turned out that Jiang Ruoying was writing the passage of "Journey to the West" he talked about yesterday, which happened to be the passage of Bodhi Patriarch typing on Sun Wukong's head three times. If you remember correctly, from the beginning of Journey to the West, there are at least more than 10,000 words. More than 10,000 words. If you type it with a computer, it will take more than an hour. If you use a pen to copy it... It is terrifying to think about it. Writing a brush is famous for being slow. If you have to write so many words, you don't know how long it takes to take.

What's even more rare is that this little guy has such a good memory. I quietly watched her write a few lines of words, and then compared it with the original text of "Journey to the West" stored in my mind, it turned out to be exactly the same.

Sun Dan was shocked. In the eyes of others, he was also a weird person with superb memory. In fact, he only relied on a large amount of text and materials stored in his mind. In fact, he thought that his memory was just a mediocre person, that is, an ordinary person. Otherwise, he would not have been so painful last night.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ruoying's memory is so strong, and she recalled that the day Zhang Magistrate said in the yamen that Xia Yan and Zhang Cong picked up a book in the capital at the same time and read it silently, they could recite it fluently. Sun Dan had to sigh that there is really something like genius in the world. Jiang Ruoying is such a genius. I heard that Sun Yue, the young master of the second wife of the Sun family, can also remember it.

You can never underestimate the ancients, even a little girl like Jiang Ruoying.

"What are you doing for copying such things?" Sun Tan smiled bitterly: "If you want to hear a story, I can tell you anytime."

Jiang Ruoying didn't look up, and her right hand was like flying pen. It was a beautiful fly-headed running script with one hand: "After listening to your story, I went to the library yesterday to check it, but I didn't find any records in the book. This story is really nice, I want to copy it down and read it repeatedly. Otherwise, if you want to listen to it in the future, it would be a lot of trouble. You are also an impatient person. When you asked you to tell the story from scratch yesterday, your face looked so ugly."

Sun Tan smiled bitterly: "Why am I impatient? If you want to hear it, just come to me at any time."

Jiang Ruoying put down the pen in his hand and sighed with a rare sigh: "Sun Dan, if I were a man, I would naturally come to you at any time. But I don't think you will stay in the Sun Mansion forever. Once you have read books, read words, and passed the imperial examination, you will naturally have to be determined in all directions. Unlike us women, we can only stay in one place for the rest of our lives, with only a big water well above our heads. If you pass the imperial examination in the future and leave Shandong, who will I tell the story? It's better to hurry up and copy it down safely."

She looked out the window in a daze and didn't say anything for a long time.

When Sun Dan saw a cluster of thin fluff on the back of her neck, she suddenly felt the urge to touch it. He smiled and said, "Come, copy, anyway, you girls don't need to take Mr. Li's monthly exam. When I learn to write after a while, I will help you record this story."

"That's good." Jiang Ruoying became happy again, "Sun Dan, you should learn to read quickly. Judging from your situation yesterday, you can write and write essays after learning three to five hundred words a day in ten days. Speaking of which, you have a good memory."

"You are not very powerful, you actually wrote down all the stories I told, and it's still true."

"By the way, your story is so good. Why haven't I heard anyone say it? Where did you hear it?"

Sun Dan didn't blush and said arrogantly: "I made it myself. Some time ago, I went to the temple to burn incense and listened to the monks talking about Master Xuanzang, so I made up one randomly. If you think this story is good, I will continue to make it up and tell you a paragraph every day."

"So amazing, you can actually make up stories." Jiang Ruoying said: "I will help you write down this story and store it in the library. Perhaps, a hundred years later, future generations will print this book and publish it in the market."

Sun Dan's heart moved: This is also a way of wealth. If "Journey to the West" is printed and published and distributed, with the quality of this book, it may not be impossible to get a lot of manuscript fees.

But after just a little thought, Sun Dan denied this idea.

First of all, he has no capital. If he wants to print and publish the book himself, he is afraid that he will not be able to pay the money. Besides, there is no copyright in this day. At that time, he is afraid that as soon as "Journey to the West" appears on the market, he will immediately pirated the world. He did not sell a few books, but he was cheaper and bad booksellers.

The storytelling matter can only make the little girl Jiang Ruoying happy and not be honest. It is better to study hard and find a way to pass the imperial examination.
Chapter completed!