Loyal Dogs Come to Your Doorstep (Farming)

The same story about no children, no imperial examinations, no conspiracy, farming essay "It's Better to Go Back" is available for pre-order. Copywriting Born to be dignified and generous & a rough and loyal dog to attack Although Sui Ningyuan was the legitimate son of a wealthy businessman in Yangcheng County, he was not good at playing cards because of his bad luck. When he was twelve years old, he learned to ride a horse. He fell from his flying horse and became lame ever since. When I was fifteen years old, I had a high fever and several doctors worked hard to save my life. From then on, I became blind and my ears were not very clear. Deaf and blind, and walking with a limp, he could not get the fame and fortune his father wanted, and he gradually lost his favor. When he was eighteen years old, in midsummer, on the day of his concubine's wedding, his concubine and his mother took him off the bed and left him to die in a dilapidated village in the suburbs. The reason is: I think he is unlucky. He lived a hard life alone in the miserable and windy village of Zhuangzi. He survived the summer rain and autumn wind by eating meals that were deducted from his servants and had no oil or water at all. Everyone said that the lame young master would not be able to survive this winter. Even Sui Ningyuan himself thought so. On the day of the beginning of winter, he found a tailor and a coffin maker, and used his only savings to order a set of shrouds and a coffin, just waiting for him to die quietly one day, so that his body would not be exposed in the wilderness. Also on that day, a strong and rough man with scars all over his body walked out of the wind and snow outside the house. The man's brows were furrowed into knots. He had a rough but heroic appearance. He was eight feet tall and covered in tendons. He only wore a thin jacket in the middle of winter. He knocked on Sui Ningyuan's door and introduced himself. "Master, you take me in and give me food to eat. I am strong and can work better than an animal." Sui Ningyuan softened his heart and took in the big animal. From then on, he had a caring person by his side. Finally, he had someone who could block the wind, frost, rain, and snow that leaked from the eaves. Finally, he had someone who could protect him and deal with the servants who worshiped others. Finally, he had someone who could kick over the longevity materials that had been prepared and stay by his side, patting his chest to assure him. "Master, I know that you are born with a precious life. I am willing to work hard to make you live a happy life again." Reading guide: 1. A slow flow of water, a small group portrait, the parents are short-lived and have no big conspiracy, the pace is slow, the days are getting better and better, if you don't take the imperial examination, don't have children, don't engage in court intrigues, it's just farming! Live your life! 2. Rough Man Gong, Gong is a real rough man, big muscular Rough Man Gong, probably the image of Yu Zhan'ao in "Red Sorghum", just forget it if you can't accept it~ 3. The disability is cured in the end ~ It's a very cool novel ~ There is no logical plot or conspiracy, it's just farming without shame or irritation. The follow-up article "Young master let no one take advantage of me?" ! Character setting: antique shop boss vs. Chinese studies scholar (famous Peking Opera actor) A slutty and handsome guy vs an antique and sultry beauty. Copywriting Liang Xiyan, the serious Mr. Jing in the mouth of netizens. The family had time and money, and his grandfather was a master of Chinese studies at the Academy of Fine Arts. He lived in a courtyard just outside the Second Ring Road. He spoke with a Beijing accent. Although he was in class, if he felt uncomfortable one day, he would blow his beard and stare to make his boss look bad. Such a Beijing ruffian who does not hesitate to spend money, but he has a very elegant hobby - listening to Beijing opera. Every once in a while for three days, I would rush to the theater if I had anything to do. I would sit there for three hours, and my eyes would be straightened every time I watched. But fans wanted to ask him: "Master Xiao Liang, which part of this play do you understand?" He couldn't say a word. Liang Xiyan knew that he was a common man. To be honest, he was not interested in plays that were babbling and laborious to finish a sentence. The reason why he ran to the theater was purely because he was alone. The famous male actor, whose stage name is Chi Qiurui. The first time I saw Chi Qiurui, he was singing "Suo Lin Nang" on the stage. He had a graceful waist under a gauze red shirt. He had a red hairpin with two red velvet phoenixes on his hair. He had tall phoenix eyes and a mouth like a red seal. He walked slowly with a small step, a casual look and a flick of his sleeves, and half of Mr. Xiao Liang's life was taken away. He wanted to make friends with the beauty, but Chi Qiurui was too cold and indifferent, and never showed up after stepping down. * After turning thirty, Liang Xiyan and Shang Zhedong were forced to move in together with their grandfather's help. After getting along, Liang Xiyan was sure that he definitely didn't like Shang Zhedong. Even in this age, he often wears a Chinese tunic suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He is elegant and ascetic, dogmatic and rigid. He doesn't drink or smoke. He has no humor at all. He talks and acts solemnly and decently. His whole person is as dull and boring as their big ebony tea table. Damn it, can it hit your feet when you move it? In the eyes of outsiders, young people may be talented and gentle, but in his eyes, they are just pretentious. Especially, this kid still occupies the limelight in front of his grandfather. So he treated Shang Zhedong with cold eyebrows and venomous tongues, hoping that this kid would retreat and get out quickly. But I don't know why, Shang Zhedong is more stubborn than a donkey, so he insists on staying by his side. Moreover, this old scholar seemed to have convulsions and confessed to him inexplicably. Liang Xiyan: "Hey, don't go crazy, buddy. If the front door building collapses, we won't be able to make it together. I'm not interested in talking about Ma Zhe with you in bed." * One day, when Liang Xiyan was drunk with his friends and came home late at night, he vaguely saw Shang Zhedong standing in his study, holding all the theater tickets, stage photos and out-of-print autographs of Chi Qiurui that he had collected. Liang Xiyan woke up from the inkstone in an instant, rushed to snatch it back, and shouted angrily: "Do you know how many times it took me to get such an out-of-print signature from Chi Qiurui? How dare you risk your life by blindly trying again." Shang Zhedong looked at him quietly: "Do you like Chi Qiurui?" Liang Xiyan glared: "I like it, I like it so much, my dream lover, why not!" Shang Zhedong sighed, took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, turned around, and when he turned back, his unsmiling iceberg face suddenly changed his demeanor, his clever eyes were moving and he was looking forward to his posture, his eyes were like a crescent moon, and his singing voice was like a clear spring jumping in a mountain stream. With just one look, Liang Xiyan lost half of his soul again. As soon as he was drunk, his legs went weak and he fell directly into his arms. The next morning, Shang Zhedong worked hard all night. He was still energetic after getting up early. He slowly took a washing marker, chuckled and signed the three words "Chi Qiurui" on Liang Xiyan's lower back. Then he bit his ear and asked in a low voice: "There are as many signatures as you want, and the building at the front door has not collapsed, so now can we talk about Ma Zhe under the covers, Mr. Liang?" Mr. Xiao Liang buried his face in the quilt, his buttocks still hurting, and he was too embarrassed to see anyone, so he made an earth-shattering fuck sound. This was really shocking. He was actually suppressed for the whole night by Liu Ruofufeng, the enchanting beauty on the stage! His uncle's. [Look here for the pre-receipt copy! Same type of farming article "It's Better to Go Back" Copywriting Deng Ci is the top strategist under the throne of Yongzhou Muyi. He strategizes and wins thousands of miles away. He helps King Yi secure the thirteen connected cities of Yongzhou with just his brains and no troops. He points his sword at the East Palace. Yang Yan is the uncle of the Crown Prince of the East Palace and the younger brother of the current Queen. He works for the Crown Prince and his party, making suggestions and suggestions to keep the Crown Prince securely seated on the throne of the East Palace and vibrating the world. Everyone knows that the counselors behind these two kings, Deng Ci in the north and Yang Zhang in the south, are a pair of natural enemies. The two regard the world as their situation, tit for tat, and plotting for most of their lives. One year, Deng Ci, who was once again suspected and held accountable for his imperial scheming, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He pushed back his salary, took off his hat, and submitted a letter to resign. He only wrote four words: "I quit." On the same day, when he was walking out of the palace in rough clothes, he suddenly turned around and shouted to the officials in the palace: "Yang Zicong, come with me and go back to your hometown to farm!" Everyone laughed at him for being crazy and stupid. The prince was about to ascend the throne. As the prince's most trusted uncle, Yang Zicong had a bright future. How could he be so stupid as to farm with his lifelong enemy? Half a month later, Yang Yan resigned and went into seclusion, causing an uproar among the officials. There were only four words in the resignation letter: "It's better to go back." Small theater: In the middle of the night, the stars are sparse, the gardenia in the farmyard is fragrant, and the cicadas are chirping and the frogs are shouting. Deng Ci knocked on the chessboard, and in front of him was the handsome face of the man opposite him who was thinking deeply. He smiled and said: "Zicong, after fighting with me for half your life, don't you regret that you are living such a leisurely and boring life with me in this small courtyard?" The person opposite dropped a piece and said calmly: "You have no regrets about your move. Although you and I don't fight in the court, we are not idle now. We fight on the chessboard every day." Deng Ci smiled slyly, and her dishonest hand crossed the chessboard and touched the clothes of the person opposite. "It's late at night, Zicong, please follow me back to the house and have another fight." "Three thousand achievements and fame are in the dust, it is better to go back to the countryside." Reading guide: Pure farming, no best products, no conspiracy Intention: A better life created with both hands