However, such meager expenses were not enough to live on and there was no income. As time passed, there was not much money left.

In the end, Wang Yuyan began to sell off her jewelry. At first, she was able to live in Yuqing City, but soon she moved from Yuqing City to a village. In the end, there was no room for living in the village, so she had to live there.

In this mountain.

It was really hard for Wang Yuyan. She had been following Chu Chen all day long and had nothing to do but had no hope.

Although Wang Yuyan could not read a word of Douda, she had heard scholars mention it before, saying that "Water Margin" or "Jin Ping Mei" were written by an unprecedented genius.

It is definitely not something that ordinary people can achieve. Compared with what Chu Chen has suppressed, it is simply a difference between clouds and mud, one is in the sky and the other is on the earth.

No matter how you look at it, it is too childish.

Wang Yuyan saw that it was impossible to live like this, so she talked to Chu Chen again and again, but Chu Chen always turned a deaf ear.

He didn't take Wang Yuyan's suggestions to heart at all, he just did what he wanted to do all day long, and never made any changes to what he had already decided.

In this way, all the way to this day, Wang Yuyan finally feels hopeless in this life.

At this time, it was snowing heavily outside, and there was no intention of stopping.

Zhao Rui and Murong Chunyu listened to Wang Yuyan narrate these things with their own ears, and Zhao Rui couldn't help but feel emotional.

She thought to herself: Wang Yuyan originally saw Chu Chen as a suave and charming person, and thought that the sky had given her a wishful husband. However, how could she have thought that not only could she not survive it, but she was completely trapped in it?

Quagmire.

If she said that others pushed her into the fire pit, it would be too ridiculous and something made out of nothing.

It's purely her own fault.

I really didn’t expect that the publishing industry has become so developed these days, and people are reading novels as a pastime after dinner.

If this were not the case, there would be no way that the sales of Water Margin and The Golden Lotus would have surged, making the people who wrote the books a lot of money.

At this time, Zhao Rui came back to his senses and saw that Chu Chen was still sitting at the desk, but his upper body had completely collapsed.

Chu Chen was lying on the table, holding the brush tightly in his hand, and his pen was flying on the paper.

Zhao Rui walked over quickly and took a closer look.

I saw that the novels written by Chu Chen were not impossible to read.

"His knife is cold, his person is cold, and everything around him is cold. The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and it may get dark in a while."

"Zhang Da and Wang Er were running quickly from the east. The long swords in their hands were really cold, and the people around them felt extremely cold when they saw it."

Zhao Rui stood next to Chu Chen and recited the novel written by Chu Chen without changing the original text.

Every word, every word, clearly.

Zhao Rui frowned and asked: "You...you want to surpass "Water Margin"?"

Chu Chen asked: "Why not?"
Chapter completed!