After the conversation started, the whole family fell into the huge surprise brought by Jiang Yulou.
"The Golden Monkey's cigarettes are very good. I have smoked one before. It was so expensive that I could buy a pound of meat."
"The sewing box Lou Wa bought is good. It has various thicknesses and thimbles. I have some rags at home that I can sew now."
"This cloth looks good when making clothes. I can save it for Louwa to make him a suit when he goes to college."
After dividing the things, Jiang Jianguo collected all the money. He, the head of the household, was in charge of all the financial power of the family.
Li Xiulian was preparing for dinner. Her younger son bought a lot of pork, so the family could have some meat this time.
"Ouch!" Li Xiulian turned around and said distressedly: "Loua, why did you buy pork belly? There is no oil or water at all."
She felt extremely distressed. Not only was the pork belly expensive, but it also had little fat. These days are no better than those of later generations. Rural people are poor, and their daily meals are clear soup with little water. Fatty meat is something they are only willing to buy during the Chinese New Year. Jiang Yulou is doing well. All he buys is pork belly, which is something that rural people can’t afford.
Jiang Yulou patted his chest and promised: "Mom, just feel free to cook it for us to eat. From now on, when my book is published, our family will eat meat every day!"
Eat meat every day?
Jiang Jianguo, Li Xiulian and their eldest son Jiang Yuanchao didn't dare to think that this was just a daydream.
Having meat to eat every day, even the families of cadres do not have such luxury.
If Jiang Yulou knew what his family was thinking, he would probably be even more sad.
Finally, Li Xiulian muttered and carried the pork belly into the kitchen. Although she felt distressed, she still had to cook. After all, it was her younger son's kindness, wasn't it?
"Dad, please keep the money. The money our family owes others should be enough, right?"
"Enough, enough."
Jiang Jianguo's hand trembled as he held the money.
Over the years, I have finally been able to pay off the money I borrowed for my youngest son’s education in one lump sum, and there is still some left over.
For dinner, Li Xiulian cooked pulled noodles, and the non-vegetarian dishes were cabbage, vermicelli and meat, and fried pork with shredded potatoes.
The whole family was so satisfied with the two solid meat dishes that even the plates were scraped clean.
One pound of pork belly was used for the two meat dishes, and there was still one pound left that could be eaten for a few days.
After dinner, Jiang Yulou went back to his room and continued writing.
After writing it for a month, this short story is almost complete, but now there are just a few details missing.
"Li Shisan's Turbulence" describes the character and justice of the Chinese people. If some small things are not handled well, impassionedness can become narrow-minded and greedy for life.
This cannot be ignored.
Speaking of which, this novel can be classified as local literature, or more strictly, it can be said to be loess literature.
Different from the most popular scar literature at the moment, loess literature takes root in the land of Guanzhong, absorbs nutrients, and ultimately feeds back the land he loves so much.
This is also the reason why he chose loess literature even though scar literature is very popular and it is easier to become famous.
I will talk about the two kinds of literature later.
The next day when the cockcrow sounded, Jiang Yulou discovered the modifications, and the night passed like this.
However, looking at the more and more completed works on the table, he was naturally very proud.
These are all the results of his hard work!
Rubbing his sore eyes, Jiang Yulou yawned. Although he was getting sleepier and sleepier, he had no time to catch up on his sleep. If he didn't wash up and eat, it would be too late.
While eating, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his family was very different today. How should I put it, it seems that there is less numbness and more something called hope.
During the meal, everyone in the family was talking and laughing, even the father who was always serious.
Such a warm scene made Jiang Yulou feel warm in his heart.
This is the meaning of his time travel.
Life in the senior year of high school is still unremarkable. The teacher doesn't care whether the students listen carefully or remember it. He just immerses himself in explaining the knowledge in the books.
Jiang Yulou discovered in despair that even if he was reborn, it would still be difficult to get into college.
It had been so long that he had long forgotten the contents of the college entrance examination.
You can't expect him, who was an old man in his last life, to remember the knowledge he learned in high school. That would be too difficult.
In this era, being able to get into college is a big deal, and it will also be of great benefit to work. But if he can't get into college, he won't make it difficult for himself.
It's just a college diploma, and it won't have much impact on his path as a writer.
Rather than wasting time like listening to the Book of Heaven now, it would be better to take a nap.
He didn't sleep all night last night, and he was very sleepy now.
Thinking of this, his eyelids seemed to be fighting, and it became increasingly difficult to open them.
He just fell asleep on the table.
No classmates will remind him, and no teacher will be unhappy. In this era, it is really normal.
At this time, the teachers in the school are not under the pressure of KPI, so they can naturally teach whatever they want. Anyway, the knowledge has been told to the students according to the script. Whether they can learn it and how they learn it is their own business.
This night, Jiang Yulou slept very uncomfortablely. In his dream, he became a great writer, but a reporter exposed him and said that his works were not written by himself but plagiarized.
He wanted to argue, but found that when he spoke, there was no sound at all.
Until more and more familiar old faces appeared in front of him, calling his name...
"Classmate Jiang, Classmate Jiang..."
"ah!!!"
Jiang Yulou woke up from his dream sweating profusely, and then realized that it was Tang Yuewen who slapped him and called his name just now.
Tang Yuewen was startled by his reaction and felt a little at a loss for a moment.
"Fortunately, it's all a dream." After Jiang Yulou distinguished reality from dreams, he realized that he seemed to have scared the beauty just now, so he quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Tang, I probably scared you just now."
"No, no, I'm too timid."
Tang Yuewen is such a person. Even if it is someone else's mistake, she will blame it on herself.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yeah, I had a nightmare, but luckily it was all a dream."
Although I didn't understand what he meant, it would be fine as long as he wasn't sick.
Jiang Yulou had just woken up from a nightmare. He was still a little tired and looked depressed. "Classmate Tang, are you looking for something to do with me?"
"Oh." Tang Yuewen hurriedly took out six notebooks from her schoolbag and placed them on his desk: "These are for you. I remember the notes of several classes."
Jiang Yulou looked at the notebook on the table in trance. Only then did he remember that she seemed to be the one in the class who was admitted to college.
Something in his heart was touched. What a gentle girl.
"Thanks."
He naturally knew that the reason why Tang Yuewen did this was because she hoped that he could get good grades in the college entrance examination and finally be admitted to the university of his choice.
He couldn't live up to the beauty's kindness. From now on, he should put the review of cultural classes on the agenda.
Although it is not easy, working hard and letting it go are two different things.
"How's your novel going?"
