A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating

  Chapter 303 Dog blood is equal to exaggeration

  The quiet reading area is separated from the talking area, presenting a diagonal line.

   Create a quiet atmosphere here as much as possible.

  The bookshelves are placed in the middle area, and each book has its number. A large wooden board hangs in the middle, and the way to find the location of the book by number is clearly displayed on it.

   The first two days were noisy, but everyone was a scholar, and most of them could understand the above content after the waiter explained it.

  Even if you don’t understand, you have to pretend to understand.

   This is dignity.

   This is compelling.

  I thought the number above was like a heavenly book, but I didn’t expect to find it really easy when I got started.

  Some people even changed the arrangement of books at home immediately.

  Originally for the story, I was attracted by this novel way of reading books and became a member.

  Originally, I came to buy books. I heard the students' heated discussions, so I couldn't help but join in and like to mention friends.

   Aren't you a library member?

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  Originally, I was pulled over by a friend as a gift from a tool maker. Seeing the quiet reading atmosphere over there, and the opportunity to read out-of-print books here with a few pennies, my eyes lit up.

  In addition to this, there are also those who come purely for dessert.

  Who can refuse to read a book of "A Long Journey" while eating a sweet and soft cream cake?

And those bookshops who are waiting to see this nondescript configuration, and let people browse through a few or even dozens of silver books for a few pennies are the library's joke bookshops will cry again: co-authoring, waiting, waiting, we are the big blame kind.

   This side is busy.

  Jiang Wunian is also busy.

  Xin Ziyi turned himself into the most loyal reader, urging updates every now and then.

   Urge the ending to urge the new book.

  Jiang Wunian shudders when he hears this name.

   Fortunately, Xin Ziyi is also a person who has received aristocratic education and is quite a gentleman.

   "So, he asked you to rush me?" Jiang Wunian stared at Jiang Tanyue with wide eyes, deeply moved by Xin Ziyi's coquettish manipulation.

  Jiang Tanyue nodded, "Has your enthusiasm for writing faded?"

   "It's not fading, it's just..." Jiang Wunian thought for a while, and then took a peek at his sister, "Big sister knows, there is a popular saying in the society-indirect complacency, continuous eating and waiting to die."

   Hearing this, Shen Nanwei next to her couldn't help but tremble with laughter.

   "Don't urge me. The more you urge me, the more anxious I become," Jiang Wunian rolled his eyes twice, and pushed out a shield, "Isn't Sister Orange also writing scripts, how is the manuscript she handed in?"

  "The quality passed the test, and the response was mediocre. According to Xin Ziyi—it's not **** enough." Jiang Tanyue was stunned for a moment when she heard this word coming out of the handsome young man in red.

   Without him, the painting style really doesn't match.

  Jiang Wunian scratched his head, "Why don't I go to remind Sister Orange, I see that her idea for the next book is quite bloody."

  If Yang Yuecheng heard this, she would definitely jump up happily.

  She has a different cognition from theirs. In her cognition, "dog blood" is equal to "best seller", and praising her for writing too **** is tantamount to praising her for being too talented.

  Yang Yuecheng awakened after hearing the story of Lu Jingzhi during the Chinese New Year.

  At that time, thoughts took root in my mind.

  She can read and write, and always wants to do something.

  If you can't do scientific research, then it is good to write a script.

  The Yang family was considered open in this era, and they closely followed in the footsteps of the Jiang family. They were very supportive of their daughter's wish.

  As long as the daughter is happy.

   In this way, Yang Yuecheng earned the first pot of gold in her life.

   It was worth more than the Yang family's income from farming for two years.

   Village Chief Yang was stunned for a long time, then touched his daughter's head and said kindly, "Good reading, good reading!"

  (end of this chapter)