Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 235 My Black Supervisor Brother

"But I've only written poetry before, and never written novels... It's probably difficult to make a book a hit right away..." Facing his brother's expectations, Fang Chen felt a bit pressured.

Fang Yan patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Everything has a first time, and everything is difficult at the beginning. I believe that as long as you write the story, even if it doesn't become a big hit, it will still attract some readers."

Hearing his brother say this, Fang Chen felt more confident.

He was quite appreciative of his brother's vision.

Thinking of this, he licked his lips and said:

"Then...then I'll give it a try."

"Come on, I believe you can do it." Fangyan immediately gave the younger brother some language reinforcement.

Then he added:

"By the way, don't use your real name in your work."

"Of course I know this." Fang Chen nodded.

Seeing that he was about to take another dough stick, Fang Yan immediately stopped him:

"Okay, stop eating. When you're full, your brain slows down. Now go to the study and figure it out on your own."

Fang Chen was stunned.

Seeing that Fang Yan was looking at him seriously and didn't seem to be joking, he nodded immediately:
"Uh...okay!"

Having said that, he stood up and obediently walked towards the study.

Seeing someone enter the study, Zhu Lin said to Fang Yan:

"How can you be so mean as to not even let me have a full breakfast?"

Fangyan explained to his wife:

"I'm speaking from experience. Have you ever felt sleepy after eating a full meal?"

"No." Zhu Lin shook his head.

Fangyan responded:
"Then you probably haven't eaten enough, or you have type B blood."

Zhu Lin was startled and said in surprise:
"Huh? How do you know I'm type B?"

Fangyan didn't expect that he had gotten it right. He just heard this from his colleagues in his previous life. He didn't know whether it was true or not, so he just made it up:
“Research data from foreign journals.”

When my mother-in-law, who works at the Institute of Health, heard this, she immediately became interested and asked in dialect:

"Fangyan, you study Chinese medicine and read foreign Western medicine journals?"

Fangyan scratched his head and said with a smile:

"Take a look occasionally to learn what your peers are researching. Knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle."

The mother-in-law wanted to ask about the specific journal, but was interrupted by Zhu Lin.

"Okay, now that you've had breakfast, go and rest. We have to go out."

Zhu Lin could tell that Fangyan's words were a lie, and he immediately understood what he meant and helped him change the subject.

When Fangyan heard what his wife said, he immediately stopped chatting with his mother-in-law about the journal.

He nodded and said:
"Okay, I'm feeling sleepy too."

Then he stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

Zhu Lin asked:
"Did I ask you to have lunch at noon?"

Fangyan nodded:
"Scream, I only need to sleep for a whole morning."

"Then what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll make it for you." Zhu Lin continued to ask.

Fangyan stopped and thought about it:
"Braised fish with tofu. I taught you that."

Her Majesty the Queen nodded:
"Okay, I'll go to the market and buy it later."

Then he waved to him:
"You go to bed."

"Yeah." Fang Yan nodded and went straight into the bedroom.

After lying in bed for a while, his whole body relaxed and he fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep is much better than the one in Tongrentang.

At noon, he woke up by himself.

I took out my watch from under the pillow and looked at the time. It was already eleven fifty.

Sit up from the bed, put on your clothes and prepare to get out of bed.

There was a knock at the door:

"Fangyan! Fangyan! Are you awake?"

When Fangyan heard the Queen's voice, he immediately responded:
"Hey! Wife, I'm awake."

Outside the door, Zhu Lin opened it and walked in. Seeing Fang Yan getting dressed, she said:
"Lunch is ready. Get up, wash your face, drink some tea and get ready to eat."

"Okay." Fang Yan nodded, put on his slippers and prepared to go out.

Zhu Lin had already prepared tea and hot towels at the door.

Fang Yan felt like a noble being served. He washed his face and drank tea. Seeing that there was no one around, he hugged the queen's face and kissed her, then said with a smile:

"Thank you for your hard work, my wife!"

Zhu Lin looked around hurriedly:

“Someone is there.”

Fangyan smiled. He could hear footsteps of someone coming.

Zhu Lin took Fangyan's hot towel and said to him:
"By the way, go check out the big refrigerator in the kitchen."

"I've already bought it. It's so big!"

Fangyan took a sip of the tea and responded:

"it is good!"

Then he and Zhu Lin went to the kitchen together.

Then I saw a green refrigerator that looked very old-fashioned.

At this time, Zhu Lin said:
"How is it? Looks good, right?"

Fangyan nodded:
“The shape is pretty good.”

It's simple and quaint, without any frills.

At this time, Professor Zhu, who was preparing food for the puppy in the kitchen, said:

"This one is frozen on top and refrigerated on the bottom."

"In the future, any vegetables at home can be put in the refrigerator, and meat and other things can be put in the freezer."

The mother-in-law on the other side also said:

"Especially when we have a banquet at the beginning of next month, some things that we bought in advance and are difficult to preserve can be placed in here so that they are still fresh when we take them out."

Fang Yan hurriedly said to the two of them:

"Thank you, Dad, Mom, for spending your money."

The father-in-law waved his hand:

"Well, why are you being so polite? We are all family." Then he reminded:
"We just brought this back, and they said we can't plug it in until night, remember that."

Fangyan smiled and responded:
"Okay, I remember."

At this time, Zhu Lin came to the gas stove, opened the pot lid, and said to Fang Yan:

"Fangyan, come and take a look at the braised fish with tofu that I made. How is it?"

Fangyan walked over to take a look, sniffed and said:

"Wow, it smells so good, my wife's cooking skills are really amazing."

Don’t worry about anything else, just praise it.

Zhu Lin was also amused by the dialect:
"Hahaha, you haven't tasted it yet, here are the chopsticks."

Taking the chopsticks from her hand, Fangyan added a piece of tofu and tasted it.

He found that it was not very tasty, so he said:

"It needs to be cooked for another ten or twenty minutes. The longer you cook the tofu and the fish, the more flavorful it will be."

Zhu Lin nodded:
"Okay, I'll listen to you and cook for another fifteen minutes."

At this time, Fangyan discovered that there was a live fish in the bucket nearby. He asked:
"Hey, why is there another one in this bucket?"

Zhu Lin said:

"I left one for you to cook tonight."

When Fang Yan heard that it was his wife who gave him the task, he nodded immediately:
"Okay, then I'll make some pickled fish tonight."

Although Zhu Lin likes to cook, she also knows that her cooking is definitely not as good as Fang Yan's. Her father has been waiting for so long, she can't let him not even have a good meal, right?

After all, I spent a lot of money to buy such an expensive big refrigerator.

"By the way, where are my parents?" Fang Yan walked to the door and didn't see his parents in the yard.

Professor Zhu responded:

"Oh, your dad has taken the lead in getting a ramp at the door for motorcycles to enter the house. It should be almost done."

Fang Yan nodded, and then asked:
"Where's Fang Chen?"

Zhu Lin responded:
"It's in the study. He hasn't come out all afternoon."

"I didn't dare to disturb him while he was working. When the food is ready, you should go call him."

Fangyan nodded:
"Then I'll go take a look."

I left the kitchen and came to the door of the study.

Fang Yan pushed open the door and saw Fang Chen biting the tip of a pen.

He shouted:
"Hey, Old Four!"

"Brother?" Fang Chen came back to his senses.

Fangyan walked over and asked:

"How's the writing going?"

Fang Chen picked up the manuscript on the table:

“I wrote some, but I feel like it’s a bit long.”

"If it's long, just write a long article!" Fangyan shrugged.

"Will it work?" Fang Chen had never written before and was a little worried.

Fangyan pointed at the manuscript and said:

"Show me."

Fang Chen obediently gave it to Fang Yan.

After taking a closer look at the content, Fangyan discovered that it was a first-person story.

It can be seen that this is Fang Chen’s own story.

The choice of words, sentences, entry points and storytelling are all quite good.

"Isn't this well written?" Fangyan said.

Fang Chen asked:

"Really?"

Fangyan nodded:
"Really, it's really good, but the speed is too slow, only a little over a thousand words in one afternoon."

Fang Chen was surprised:
“Is this still slow?”

Fangyan was stunned. It seemed that in the context of traditional literary creation, it was indeed not considered slow.

His standard is based on the Internet age.

However, thinking that there are some big guys who are going to publish articles later, if Fang Chen wants to become famous overnight, he must write it earlier than them. Otherwise, if someone takes the lead, even if the article he writes later is good, the editors of the publishing house may not look down on it.

So Fang Yan said to Fang Chen:

"You want to publish before others, right? Now I'll set a standard for you. Write 6,000 words a day! Try to publish as soon as possible."

Hearing his brother's request, Fang Chen was stunned:
"Six...six thousand? Are there such people in the world?"

Fangyan said casually:

"Of course I have. There are also 10,000 chapters updated every day. My request to you is low enough."

"Ah? Ten thousand?" Fang Chen felt that his brother was talking nonsense.

But looking at his expression, it seems real.

Fang Yan said to Fang Chen:

"You should take advantage of the fact that your emotions and memories are still there, so that what you write will have literary tension. Anyway, it is definitely a good idea to write more."

"This..." Fang Chen thought about it and it seemed to be the truth.

It is true that his emotions are at their most intense now, and he can remember some details most clearly. After thinking about it a few more times, he might calm down, and the power and emotion in the text would fade away.

In this regard, my third brother, who is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, was right.

Just 6,000 words in one day? Is this really something a human would do?
Fangyan patted his brother on the shoulder and said:

"Think about it, can your brother still harm you?"

When Fang Chen heard this, he suddenly realized:

"That's true..."

Fang Yan nodded in satisfaction, then placed the manuscript in front of Fang Chen and said:

"By the way, don't eat too much for lunch."

"Otherwise, your thinking will become rigid and you won't be able to write."

Fang Chen was stunned. He didn’t have a full breakfast, and he wasn’t allowed to have a full lunch either?
Why does the third brother look more and more like a black supervisor...

PS: After finishing this chapter, I still owe you 45,000.

No more today. Please come early tomorrow.

I'll go to Lao Feng Code tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)