Longing for mountain village life

It may be that after drinking the effect of the pool, Song Guoqiang's spirit is much better, at least it is no longer like Jiang Tiangang was half-dead when he carried him back.

Grandpa came in with the medicinal soup, poured it into the bowl, and let it dry for a while to make sure that his mouth was no longer hot before bringing it over.

"Kid, drink some medicinal soup."

"You're in trouble." Song Guoqiang was embarrassed and took it.

"It's okay, just don't do such stupid things in the future."

Dong Shihao next to him laughed, worthy of being the two grandfathers, and the words they said were exactly the same.

"You guys talk first, I'll warm up the rest of the meal."

Song Guoqiang drank the medicinal soup in small sips, feeling that his body was warm, and his originally exhausted body felt much better.

Dong Shihao spoke: "You are bold enough, you were hunted by wild wolves, and now you are like a nobody." "

Daring fart, if it weren't for the help of the python and Jiang Tian rushing over in time, I would have died, I really didn't expect that the current mountain forest would be so terrifying, and I don't know what those donkey friends think, a few people ran to explore the deserted mountain."

"That's death!" Dong Shihao commented.

Jiang Tian nodded, "Even with professional tools, it is a very dangerous thing to enter this relatively primitive mountain forest.

Song Guoqiang nodded: "I used to have a skeptical attitude, but now I have experienced it myself, and I can understand that I am ready to conceive a novel in the form of wilderness survival or farmhouse after I go back, and submit it to the editor when the time comes."

"It's all this time, and I'm still thinking about your novel, it's really powerful." Dong Shihao hit mercilessly.

Song Guoqiang refuted, "That's a must, the reason why I came here is that it has been relatively relaxed recently, wasn't it live broadcast before, you are catching fish, on the live broadcast website is popular, many people give gifts, the editor asked me to take the opportunity to promote my book, originally relying on this method to attract traffic is basically impossible."

"One out of 10,000 people may come to see my book, but what I didn't expect was that the quality of this drainage was particularly high, tens of thousands of people watched the live broadcast, at least thousands of people came to see my book, and I also gave a lot of tips, directly soaring to the first place in the tip list, adding a lot of traffic to my book."

"Even in the following days, the follow-up reading did not drop too much, and the editor applied for a big recommendation for me, the effect was very good, plus I have a lot of words, and the income next month can reach five figures."

"Yes, now you are also a great writer." Jiang Tian quipped.

"That is!" Song Guoqiang is no longer modest, "As long as I can maintain this quality, my income will continue to increase, the editor has already applied for me to have a voice, and it won't be long before my book will be sound."

The more Song Guoqiang spoke, the more excited he became, "Yesterday, the editor told me that the operation estimated the value of my book, had the potential to adapt comics, and was contacting relevant companies, and then you can see my comics on the Internet."

"I heard a big guy in the group say that the money for adapting comics is divided according to the popularity and potential of the work, my book, at least about 100,000, his book has 300,000, but I will be satisfied with these, when the time comes, I can make a down payment for the house, and be my house slave safely."

Dong Shihao complained: "Your grudge against the house is really deep, I remember thinking about the house since I was in college."

"Well, as long as you have your own house, you don't have to move often."

Song Guoqiang's eyes had a sparkle of stars, "At that time, you can decorate the house according to your own ideas, buy all kinds of fun things, and then invite you good friends to eat hot pot and play games at home."

Jiang Tian and Dong Shihao were silent.

They were silently listening to Song Guoqiang, and they had their own ideas in their hearts.

Jiang Tian actually wanted this kind of life, and he had considered it in college before, but he didn't put it into action.

Now that he came to Taoshan Village, his thoughts changed, and he was ready to rectify this tattered mountain village, as for how long it would take, then let's see now.

Dong Shihao's ideas are different, he comes from a wealthy family, and the education he has received since childhood is different from others, similar to what is played on TV, and the life of a wealthy family is often accompanied by interests and conflicts, and he does not like this very much.

This is why he chose to live on campus instead of living next to the school and in a house that his family specially bought.

With these brothers in the dormitory, there is no need to worry about those things, everything is so sincere.

Song Guoqiang's ideal is very simple for him, he can buy houses all over the country, and even take a house dedicated to storing all kinds of shoes he collects, and a house dedicated to all kinds of toys.

However, he did not feel any happiness.

Therefore, he thought of breaking away from his family and relying on his own efforts to start a business, rather than being caught up in the vortex of family interest disputes.

Every family has a difficult scripture, and everyone has different ideas.

Seeing that Song Guoqiang talked about getting married and having children, and the distant future when children went to school, Jiang Tian interrupted him, "Hurry up and drink the soup, it's almost cold." Song

Guoqiang also said dry mouth, and drank the soup in one breath.

He was in a good mood, he had been boring in the rented house before, and there was no one to chat with him, but he was bored.

Now that I have finally found someone who can speak, I naturally have many words to say.

After about five or six minutes, Grandpa came in.

"Wash your hands and eat, just as the steamed buns are also steamed, the hot big steamed buns, served with pickles, are definitely a must."

Grandpa brought in the steamed buns placed on the bamboo grate, steaming hot, with the unique fragrance of white noodles.

"I specially got some egg sauce for you to eat."

"Egg sauce? Isn't that used to mix noodles? Dong Shihao was puzzled.

Jiang Tian waved his hand: "You don't know this, egg sauce can also be used to eat steamed buns, I'll show you." He

went out and washed his hands back, took a big steamed bun, tore it open, did not tear it all, and then took a spoon and dug a spoonful of egg sauce evenly in it, and then put a few pickle shreds in it.

Grandpa also washed the green onions intimately.

Jiang Tian pinched the green onion and put it inside, then closed the steamed bun and pressed it slightly.

After taking a big bite, the taste of egg sauce, green onion, and pickles, mixed with the aroma of steamed buns, burst in the mouth, which is simply a feast for the palate.

"That's how you eat, if you can't eat green onions, you can also put lettuce or something, completely according to your own taste."

"I can tell you that this way of eating is the treatment of steamed buns that have just come out of the pot, and if it is cold, the taste will not be so obvious."