sailing in that era

"Auntie, I knew your family would be successful, but I guessed it right."

"That's right, although Jingui doesn't like to work, he has a flexible mind! I think your house is the best in our village."

"God, this room is too white! Living in such a room is really a god and won't change it!"

……

Peng Baili looked at a group of villagers who complimented his mother, and secretly sighed in his heart, it is good to be rich!

Mother Wang Xiu's face is full of smiles now, and she is no longer frowning like a few months ago. Although this period of time is very hard, she is always smiling every day.

"Mom, where is Erbo's family? Why didn't you come?"

"Is their family embarrassed? Now they will hide from me when they see me!"

When my mother spoke, she was a little proud, and she looked at Peng Baili softly, and she was really 120 satisfied with him.

After the family moved into the new house, my father couldn't sit still at all. Now he is very self-motivated and wants to make a career out of it.

"Xiu, I'm going to go around the county tomorrow to see if there are any suitable stores, and I can also buy some chestnut materials to try on my own and see if I can make it."

"Jingui, can you wait for a while, don't we have to build a well?"

"The matter of the well is not too much to worry about. As long as you cook at home and feed it to the craftsmen, they can finish the rest one by one. After spending half of the deposit, it is impossible not to find some income."

……

Peng Baili is also in favor of his father going to the county to start a small business. Now the private economy is slowly opening up. Although the spring breeze has not blown to this small county, it will not take any risk to do such a thing.

He saw his mother worried about his father going to the county, so he said.

"Mom, you can let Dad go, there are three brothers in the house, right?"

"Yes... ah, Xiaoxiu, it's not like you don't know what's going on in our family. You can't support yourself by doing farm work. The only way out is to go out."

While the grandfather was cooking on the small stove, there was still a piece of rock sugar in his mouth, and he was a little tangled when he spoke. His favorite snack is rock sugar, and as long as he has one at home, he likes to put one in his mouth.

After hearing this, his mother agreed, and after a few days, his father went to the county. Peng Baili kept a close eye on it. The store he chose had to be opposite the Experimental Middle School.

Even decades later, it will also be a bustling street in the county, and students from several schools will gather in that short period. If possible, they can make a few appearances to make money.

"Student Baili, it's gone. You are really amazing. You have read my half-year ration."

Liu Chun spread her hands helplessly, for someone to borrow extra-curricular books from her again, there was really nothing to borrow.

It was a pity for Peng Baili after hearing this, it was too difficult!

Is it so difficult to borrow some books?

It was reality that blocked his desire to learn!

During this period of time, he was looking for books to read everywhere. He read all the martial arts novels that his father had kept at the bottom of the box, and he also borrowed the extracurricular books of the boys in the village.

In fact, there are not many, and I just read dozens of extracurricular books.

But he felt that his literary accomplishment was gradually improving. Didn't he see that every time the Chinese teacher assigns students' compositions, are his compositions all model essays?

Liu Chun also admires someone's thirst for knowledge. She has been studying in the village for more than a month, and she knows a thing or two about the situation in the class.

It can be said that there are basically no people who want to study hard. Everyone is just dawdling, and even the teacher is in a state of stocking the students. In this state, those who really want to learn a few knowledge will be led astray.

"I see that you write and draw in your notebook every day. Are you writing a novel?"

Liu Chun is very curious about what someone does on his laptop in his spare time every day?

"I'm recording every day between us!"

"I'm worried that you will disappear suddenly there, so I have something to commemorate."

Peng Baili said half-jokingly.

The pure girl blushed after hearing this, and there was still a little sweetness in her heart.

"You're lying, I'm going to study here for three years!"

When Peng Baili chatted with Chun Meizi, it was when other students were envious and jealous.

"I see, the only flower in our class is about to be picked!"

"I don't think it's possible. The status gap between them is too great. If Banhua returns to the province one day, someone will be miserable."

"It's so miserable, isn't there still more than 30 of us girls, and the class leader can choose at will."

"cut!"

Many boys couldn't help feeling sour when they heard what the girls in the class said.

So sour!

For more than a month, Peng Baili was in the dominant position in the class, because he communicated with other female students with humorous and witty dialogues, which made them feel very comfortable. Besides, his grades were very good, so it was hard to arouse the girl's favor. Disaster.

When Peng Baili heard Chunmeizi's words in the morning, he had an idea to write a novel!

He really hasn't considered this matter, but now that he thinks about it, he might really be a bit messed up.

Because he is too young now, there are actually very few things he can do.

The most important thing is that I have no money, and it is difficult to move without money.

He still remembered the last time he went to the county, he wanted to buy an 80-year-old monkey ticket for collection, but his father disagreed, thinking that it was a waste of money.

For this, he had to give up the future 100 million!

pity!

Heartache!

The things he recorded in his notebook now are all wealth codes, and many things are outlets for making money in the future.

He was worried that he would accidentally forget when the opportunity came, so he created a recording method that only he could understand to write it down.

It's just that when he thinks of writing a novel, he doesn't know what to write?

If you write too much these days, you will be invited to talk, or you will be squatting.

There is also the problem of conforming to the trend of the times. It is more difficult to ask him to write a fantasy, or to cultivate immortals. The original should not be too simple, at most he can learn from the books of the great gods in the future.

But at this stage, if it is written out, it must be thankless.

In addition, writing martial arts novels is not in line with his current age and personality.

12 years old, 12 years old!

Still a kid, isn't it funny to play martial arts?

Thinking of countless time travel masters using "Kunlun" to make their first pot of gold, but he couldn't.

He felt as if he had lost hundreds of millions.

So sad!

He couldn't even bring himself to be in the mood when a pure girl chatted with him.

Finally he thought of fairy tale novels.

Alas, I can only be coquettish and cute, and see if I can create a children's book and make some extra money!