As the saying goes, it’s important to become famous early.
Lin Xiaoguang doesn't want to be famous, but he wants to eat meat. Yes, it's a bit vulgar, but he just wants to eat meat.
These days, as a resident, there are five people in a family, and only two people work. The rations they are allocated are only a small amount, and the oil, water and meat foam they see are pitiful. It is okay for adults to say that it is the time when the child is growing.
Even though the old man helps from time to time and there are three mouths in the house waiting for food, it is still not enough.
Seeing that my younger brothers and sisters were as thin as monkeys, with little carrot heads, and I, who was only just over 1.6 meters tall at the age of fifteen, would definitely be less than 1.7 meters in the future, which was too short.
For the sake of his younger brothers and sisters, and for himself, Lin Xiaoguang planned to fight.
After his rebirth, he set three small goals: to be admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University this year, to fall in love without breaking up, and to earn 100 million within ten years. The first small goal is being achieved, but the second goal is still early.
, to be precise, he is still young, but he can prepare early for the third goal.
Lin Xiaoguang has never done business, let alone be an official. It is impossible for him to work part-time. He can only make a living by copying books.
In his previous life, he didn't do anything big. What he did most was read books and newspapers.
I read Chinese books, English books, martial arts novels, science fiction novels, online novels, classical novels and realist literature. I read a lot of books, so I started writing accordingly.
In this life, after his rebirth, his memory became better, and the books he read were still fresh in his mind. He also wanted to follow the path of a scholar, become a copywriter, and maybe become a literary giant.
In these ten days, he copied 30,000 words from the book and prepared to send it to Hong Kong's "Ming Pao" for submission. He could earn some Hong Kong dollars and buy meat when he had money. In addition, as a cover, he also wrote a script.
It was sent to the future Yindu institution, but even so, the people at the post office still didn't buy it and insisted that his parents come with him.
Don't think that he doesn't know what Aunt He is thinking. It's impossible to send a letter to Hong Kong. Even if his parents are called, he will only get a beating and the letter will still not be sent.
"Could it be that submitting an article to "Ming Pao" is really not feasible?"
Lin Xiaoguang was very troubled: "If that doesn't work, I can only contribute to mainland publishing houses. What else can I write? Scar literature? It's a bit early, science fiction? It seems that it hasn't become popular yet. Is it possible that I can only write children's literature? What's next?
A Zheng Yuanjie?"
From now on, others will call me the fairy tale king, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a bald head, which makes me feel a little chilly just thinking about it.
"Forget it, I won't plagiarize Teacher Zheng's work."
Lin Xiaoguang couldn't think of a good way, so he had to go home and stop writing. If he was idle, he would be idle. He could write something else. He couldn't think of anything to write, so he continued to write in anger.
"Just save it as a manuscript. At worst, I will publish it next year!"
The weather is getting colder and colder, December is over in a blink of an eye, and the New Year of 1978 has arrived.
Nowadays, there is no such thing as Christmas. The streets are deserted before the New Year, and there is not much excitement during the New Year. Chang A County is a small county, not a big city. It is not popular to celebrate the New Year in the Gregorian calendar. Everyone is waiting for the New Year and looking forward to it.
I am looking forward to waiting for the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, waiting for New Year’s Eve, and waiting for the Spring Festival.
Studying is undoubtedly a boring and even painful thing. During the five months of reviewing for the college entrance examination last year, Lin Xiaoguang lived like a year.
The waiting is undoubtedly a kind of suffering. From the time when the results are released, the results are released, and the notice comes, this kind of waiting is even more painful.
Fortunately, Lin Xiaoguang can still pass the time by copying books.
During this period, he was uneasy and deeply worried. He was deeply afraid that something would go wrong, such as whether the essay was off-topic, whether it was political, whether his name and admission ticket number were written incorrectly, whether there were any mistakes in some major questions, and whether he had filled in the application form.
At that time, with nine majors from three schools, would it be too popular to choose one that would conflict with many people?
In addition, whether he performs well at ordinary times and whether the provincial recruitment staff came to make an unannounced visit did he get any bad things from the mouths of school teachers, street office staff, and neighbors.
Wait, many things worried him.
On the first day after the New Year, which was New Year's Day, he rarely gave himself a day off and went out for a walk. Chang A County was not a big place, so Lin Xiaoguang walked for a few minutes and then went to his sister-in-law's house.
He opened the door and went in. When he saw his cousin Yang Jie doing homework, he couldn't help but feel happy.
Since the resumption of the college entrance examination, today's students are not as free as before. Teachers and parents are now keeping a close eye on them. Although there is not as much pressure to go to school as in later generations, few parents can resist the temptation of college.
Since they have no chance to go to college, they have to place their hopes on the next generation.
He and Yang Lan were finally out of trouble, but the little guys who were a few years younger than them and had just entered the first grade of junior high school suffered.
In the past, we had a lot of fun after school, riding donkeys, kicking sandbags, and reading little books. Even in winter, we also played snowball fights, built snowmen, and squeezed in warmth. Now, everyone is in pain, like eggplants beaten by frost.
"Cousin, you're here!" As soon as he saw him coming, Yang Jie dropped his pen and jumped up.
"It's New Year's Day today, do you still have to do your homework?"
"Yeah." Yang Jie nodded repeatedly, pitifully: "My mother won't let me go out to play!"
"It's good to do your homework. Besides, it's too cold outside. If you go out to play, your hands will definitely get swollen from frostbite. It's better to stay at home to warm up, don't you think? Then you continue writing, and I'll find your sister." After that, Lin Xiaoguang got into the kitchen.
Hearing this, Yang Jie immediately grimaced.
Yang Lan is a good child. He studies well, does housework very well, and has an amazing personality. He is like a little adult. Sometimes in his spare time, Lin Xiaoguang even had fantasies. If he were to be born in ancient times,
, when you become the eldest young master, you might be like Lu You.
But it was just a thought. But who told him to play well with Yang Lan!
"Lan Lan, where are you cooking?" He leaned against the door frame and watched Yang Lan wearing an apron and working hard.
"Are you here?" Yang Lan was immediately overjoyed: "You go sit outside first. There are candies in the drawer. There is too much fumes in the kitchen. You had a cold a few days ago and your throat is inflamed. Don't wait here. I'll make another one.
Food for you to eat."
The little girl was very caring, and Lin Xiaoguang felt very distressed. For a moment, he even complained about his sister-in-law and uncle. They were so shameless. His daughter was there to be loved, not to be used to do work.
"Hey, stop being busy, I'll do it!"
Lin Xiaoguang snatched the spatula from her hand, pushed her aside to seize the position, picked up the wok and started stir-frying.
"Hey, don't make trouble!"
Yang Lan wanted to stop him, but failed. She could only watch him cooking. Suddenly he remembered something and quickly took off his apron and tied it for him.
This scene happened to be seen by Yang Wenyong, who was just returning home from get off work and was tired of work, and his eyes immediately turned red.
"Lin Xiaoguang, what are you doing?"
Even if they didn't do anything when they were caught, the appearance of the two of them was really indecent. Yang Lan, a little girl, didn't think it was anything, but Lin Xiaoguang, an old man with a mental age of nearly sixty, was a little embarrassed.
"I'm not doing anything, I'm just cooking!" He couldn't help but blush.
Yang Wenyong's family background is not good and he doesn't have a good job. He just found a connection and worked as a postman for more than ten years. He worked hard for more than ten years, and he worked hard for half his life, just looking forward to having a son and a daughter in the future.
Work and other things, especially those that hinder the progress of children, are strictly prohibited.
As a young master who was born into a capitalist family in the old society, he still kept a close eye on the two people who were born on the same day and in the same year.
"Xiaoguang, it's almost dinner time. If nothing happens, you should go back quickly, otherwise your mother should be worried."