Rural Wealthy Family (continued)

Hongdou paints day and night without a care in the world, Liu Qingqing, as a Saintess Candidate, has to cultivate Divine Arts, Yu Shuying has a lot of gang affairs to handle, Murong Qing is a busy person who has to balance studying, cultivation, hobbies, and fulfilling her duties as class monitor, and even Si Ming, who seems to have the most free time, has to cultivate martial arts and write novels.

Once people have a clear goal, they will find that there is never enough time. Si Ming and others are no longer the same kind of people who go to school just to date or waste time.

Murong Qing said, "Actually, I've already gotten the first request. When I told my classmates about the club, someone asked me for help."

"What kind of request? Is he being blackmailed by delinquent students and wants us to teach them a lesson?" Hongdou asked with great interest.

Ever since that night when she helped Yu Shuying defeat the gangsters, she seems to have developed a great interest in role-playing, showing a tendency to awaken a new hobby.

"Students' requests are generally unrelated to violence. If you're really being blackmailed by delinquent students, it's more useful to contact Mohist Knight Guard. My classmate is in the literary society, and since the society is launching a campus journal, they're collecting submissions everywhere to reach the required number of articles. I figured we have a School of Fiction in our club, so I agreed to let him give it a try. If you think it's too much trouble, then forget it."

Since Murong Qing had said so, how could Si Ming refuse? Otherwise, wouldn't he be betraying her trust? So he asked, "What are the requirements for the work?"

"This issue of the school magazine focuses on romance, primarily works aimed at female readers. Of course, other genres are also welcome, as long as they are excellent. There are no strict restrictions, since not many students are good at writing. Some prefer to submit their work to magazines, where they can earn some money, unlike the school magazine, which is free and at most awards a certificate."

This is also why Murong Qing was willing to accept the commission. She knew that Si Ming was not good at writing romance novels. She had read "Ghosts and Gods Metropolis" and "Gods and Ghosts of the Three Kingdoms". There was very little about love in them, but the creativity of the works was amazing. Therefore, she had confidence in Si Ming. Even if he did not write romance novels, he could still be accepted.

"Romance novels, especially those aimed at girls, are definitely not my forte. My writing might not be as good as that of ordinary girls..."

Keywords like "sadomasochistic love," "all men like me," "palace intrigue," "family feuds," and "naive and innocent" flashed through Si Ming's mind. Just imagining the related content made him feel like his logic was being violated.

For example, in a fantasy romance drama I watched in my past life, there was a scene where the female lead was imprisoned in a water dungeon by her love rival and couldn't escape. At that time, Si Ming really wanted to complain. This is a fantasy setting! The female lead has cultivated for hundreds of years, and she has neither shackles nor seals on her body. It's just a simple water dungeon, yet she's helpless against it. Have she wasted all those hundreds of years cultivating?

Of course, he also knew that these kinds of romance novels weren't made for him; he wasn't part of the target audience. And this kind of logical problem was completely unimportant to those target audiences. What they wanted to see was a group of people falling madly in love, regardless of whether the background was ancient fantasy or modern city. What mattered was keeping the core the same—that is, all the extraordinary male characters were in love with the female protagonist.

If set in a modern context, there are wealthy young masters, handsome celebrities, and domineering CEOs; if set in a fantasy world, there are righteous leaders and Daoism. In short, the premise is that all the male characters are in love with the female protagonist, and the value of the male characters is constantly increased. The more wealthy, powerful, and capable they are, the more satisfying it is for the readers. The readers' satisfaction does not come from the female protagonist's improvement, but from the process of her constantly conquering powerful men.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Si Ming's mind. He chuckled and said, "Wait a minute, I can write romance novels too, like the love and hate tales of the Rural Wealthy Family."

Murong Qing asked in confusion, "Can the words 'countryside' and 'wealthy family' really be put together?"

"Don't worry about it. Romance novel readers don't care about the background anyway. If all the works published in this magazine are typical romance novels for girls, my work should be very interesting, although the most likely outcome is that it will stir up a lot of hatred." Si Ming felt his perverse sense of humor acting up again. "By the way, don't forget our rule: commissions must be paid. Have you mentioned it to their literary society?"

Murong Qing: "I've already mentioned it. They're willing to leave half a page in the journal as payment for a promotional advertisement about the 'Mutual Aid Society.' Although I don't plan to ask others to come to me for this, at least I want everyone to know that such a society exists."

Si Ming thought about it and agreed. He wasn't planning to make money through club activities anyway; the important thing was to establish rules. Then he picked up a pen and started writing.

The literary society, despite being a popular club, always gives people the impression of being very niche.

In fact, the literary society is indeed quite deserted, not even as lively as the poetry association. After all, the poetry association often holds recitation events, while the literary society holds book clubs where everyone just reads quietly. At first glance, you might think the society is empty. In reality, the literary society has many members, but most of them are ghost members, spending more time in the library than in the society.

If a student organization wants to secure more funding, it must produce tangible results. The campus journal is the only tangible result the literary society can boast about, and its positive reception directly impacts funding for the following semester.

"This is the first issue of the school magazine since the start of the semester, and we need to make a great start to attract more new students to sign up. Has anyone received any excellent submissions?"

The speaker was Meng Hao, the president of the literary society. Since taking over the reins from the previous president last semester, he had been under heavy pressure. Even if he didn't intend for the society to reach its peak under his leadership, he was determined not to let it decline.

"Romance is a popular genre, and most girls like to read it. Logically, there should be many people actively participating."

In fact, Meng Hao had other ideas. If he could attract girls to join the club, he could use the imbalance of female and male influence as a selling point to attract male members. The reverse would not have the same effect.

A girl wearing thick glasses stood up, shook her head, and said, "President, we've received quite a few submissions lately, but many are just filler, and some are even copied love poems from who-knows-where."

Meng Hao scratched his head in frustration. "If all else fails, I'll ask the senior members who have already left the club for help. Out of consideration for their past membership, I'll ask them to lend a hand."

Just then, a boy suddenly burst out laughing, slamming his hand on the table. "What the hell is this! This manuscript is so bizarre! Who submitted it? Is it a romance novel?"

All eyes immediately turned to the boy. Romance novels are usually sad or touching; few people laugh out loud. Even happy endings only bring a sense of relief.

Meng Hao asked, "Junior Brother Tao, what's going on? Did someone submit a comedy novel? Hmm, if the work is good enough, it's not impossible to publish it."

"This manuscript isn't exactly a romance novel, yet it possesses all the elements of one. Calling it a romance novel, however, feels even more awkward than not... In short, I can't draw a conclusion. Chairman, you should take a look yourself."

The boy handed the manuscript to Meng Hao, and the others, unable to resist their curiosity, also crowded around to take a look.

"His name is Ximen Fugui. He is a genius hairdresser who appeared like a comet. His Lineage monopolizes half of the hair salons in the town, and he even shaved the mayor's face."

His name is Dongfang Laifu. He is the third son of the village party secretary, the only man in the village who graduated from junior high school, comes from a scholarly family, and is the youngest member of the village committee in history.

His name is Huangfu Tieniu. His grandfather was the godfather of farm tools in the village, and he single-handedly established the Principle of the game for trading farm tools with neighboring villages at a young age. He controlled the village's harvesting team and rice planting team.

His name is Zhuge Jianguo, the man who manages the production arrangements of the entire village. Even unborn children know that the Zhuge family holds the economic lifeline of the village. If he sneezes, the whole village will be shaken.

The four of them grew up together and were known far and wide as the four young masters of a wealthy family. They enjoyed the best corn in the village and roamed freely in the muddy fields of the countryside.

At a town-wide agricultural products fair, the four of them met their destined one, and they all fell in love. The four young masters of a wealthy family who held sway over Nitou Village only wanted to take good care of her.

He permed her hair, giving her the trendiest hairstyle; he recited poems to her, the most affectionate limericks; he took her for a drive, in a limited-edition Bull Head tractor; he took her to the fields to watch the harvest, just so she could remember the past.

She fled, he chased, but neither of them could escape; they were both poisoned by her, their condition terminal.

"I want the whole world to know that you've taken over this fishpond!"

"Zhuge Jianguo, you may have my body, but you will never have my heart!"

"Your heart, your whole being, from the towel on your head to the cloth shoes on your feet, even a single hair on your head belongs to me. If anyone dares to touch you, I'll smash their latrine!"

The man's dark eyes were as deep as night, his thin lips almost touching his. "Su Zhangcuihua, I don't mind playing forbidden games with you."

Time flies, years pass silently, but the time spent with you is the most beautiful.

"Puff!"

"Who wrote this? They're so talented!"