"You can't compile even the storybooks in the market."

Gu Chi nodded: "That's right, the market's words are not as exciting as they are, and they can't think of it or write it."

Chen Tang: "..."

Gu Chi had no intention of continuing to make fun of it, but instead corrected his face and pushed a thick stack of paper at his hand towards Chen Tang.

Chen Tang picked up and flipped through the top few pictures, saw the beginning few words, and asked: ""Qimin Yaoshu"?"

Gu Chi: "There is still a part of "Abstract and Sect Collection" that takes time to copy and write, and this is the part that has been copied."

Chen Tang looked at the total thickness of the paper, and looked at more than hundreds of pieces, and then looked at Gu Chi, and admired him naturally.

I copied all these all night, how is his right hand okay?

Gu Chi said: "It's not just me."

Chen Tang turned into the middle.

The handwriting of Chu Yao and the other two were discovered one after another.

He said in surprise: "Wuhui and the others have come?"

"Not coming."

"Didn't come?"

Chen Tang looked at the thick stack in his hand and was surprised.

Could it be that the Blue Bird delivers the letter and then Gu Chi will copy it alone?

Gu Chi said with a funny look: "Bluebird? How many words can a blue bird be passed on at one time?"

Whether it is "Qimin Yaoshu" or "Agricultural Sects and Sects", it is all based on tens of thousands of units. The blue birds are dozens of words, and the blue birds are all over the sky...

The picture was so beautiful that he dared not think about it.

Chen Tang said: "More than a thousand words..."

Gu Chi: "..."

That was a fat bird that he could not imagine.

For a moment, I wondered if I should feel sorry for the recipient who received such a long letter or the pitiful wings of the Blue Bird.

Forget it, let's feel sorry together.

Gu Chi coughed twice and skipped the topic.

Chen Tang refused: "What's your expression? What do I want to say at once? If I don't finish writing it at once, can I divide hundreds of blue birds, one bird and one bird to send it? Even if I'm willing, I'm afraid that the blue birds will get mixed in order..."

It would be strange if the recipient could understand it.

Gu Chi: "..."

Then why-

Don’t write the paper, hang the blue bird’s ankles, and send it over?

I don't understand Chen Lang's brain circuit at all.

Just as Chen Tang didn't understand him.

"The rest of the content will be delivered one after another, so that Lin Feng can record the content of the words and farming may come in handy when spring begins..." Before he finished speaking, a blue bird glided vigorously in a stance, stopping at Gu Chi's fingers.

Chen Tang recognized at a glance: "It's unobscure."

After many communications, she could clearly distinguish the literary atmosphere of everyone, but she was wondering why the recipient was not her.

Chen Tang put his chin on his guess.

until--

Gu Chi read the letter and was overjoyed: "Good news!"

Chen Tang was so scared that he bit his tongue.

Covering his mouth: "Just say good news, what are you scaring me!"

"Ren Shu is coming!"

Ren Shu???

Chen Tang's eyes lit up.

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(?°Climb?)/

Heartache is beyond replenishment.

The male novel "Qincao" that I have been following recently, the eunuch has an appendix! Damn, that kind of mood is really like the name of the male protagonist, making people feel like it!
Chapter completed!