"Kiki, let's go, Dad will take you out for a walk. ”

Lu Dongchen has been crazy at home for the past three days, and Lu Jiaqi has also been at home for three days. Although his father has been at home with him every day for the past three days, and he is not locked in the house alone like before, Lu Jiaqi is very happy. But she was a little bored when she couldn't go out at home. This will climb by the window and look out.

Now that you're going out, you have to pack up. carefully combed Lu Jiaqi's hair, tied it with a rubber band, and changed into clean clothes. I shaved my beard in front of the mirror again, alas, this hair is too long, messy, and not at all good. It seems that you have to cut your hair by the way.

It's already evening, the sun is setting, the temperature is not as hot as noon, and it's a good time to go out for a walk.

The place where Lu Dongchen lives now belongs to the suburbs of City A, and is surrounded by either demolition, a new residential community that has just been developed, or a construction site that is building a building. Lu Dongchen had been working on a construction site not far away.

When she went downstairs, Kiki kept holding her father's hand tightly and went down the stairs step by step, afraid of falling. As soon as he came out to the flat ground, he immediately ran around excitedly, looking east and west.

"Look there, it's so beautiful!" Lu Jiaqi pointed across the road. Across the road is a high-end residential community that has just been developed, with high-rises, bungalows, and villas. The inner building is new, the community is green, there is a place for residents to relax and exercise, and there are slides for children to play.

Compare yourself with this demolition building, which is old and dilapidated, as if it is a building of two worlds.

It's nice to have money!

Lu Dongchen sighed lightly. It is said that his building will be demolished soon, and the households inside are moving out one after another.

Demolition money?

Sorry, the policy is not the same as before. Lu Dongchen had inquired a long time ago, and his second-hand house of more than 40 square meters would only be compensated 200,000 or 200,000 yuan at most, which was not enough to repay his foreign debts.

"Dad, I'm going to play on the slide!" Lu Jiaqi saw the newly built children's entertainment venue at a glance.

"Okay, Dad will take you to play on the slide!" In this high-end community opposite, many homes are being renovated, and renovation workers and transport vehicles are coming in and out, and now it is not enough to let outsiders in. But it's hard to talk about stopping for two or three months, Lu Dongchen knows that many high-end community security guards don't allow outsiders to enter.

Outside the gate of the community, on the wall next to it, it seems that a poem has just been pasted, and a group of people are looking around, exclamating from time to time, "Good poem!

Spring is not a day to read,

It's a hot summer day.

There are mosquitoes in autumn and snow in winter,

Pack up your books for the New Year.

……

There seem to be a few more sentences below, but there are too many people around, Lu Dongchen can't see it, and he doesn't want to squeeze in to see it.

Cut...... Alas, it is far from the first classic of reading 300 Tang poems before the crossing.

But then again, the development of world literature is not very good, but people's enthusiasm for literature is really speechless. At least Lu Dongchen had never seen a large group of people reading a poem on the earth before, surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. If you want to say that an Internet celebrity beauty is dancing on the street, it is possible to gather around a group of people to watch.

As soon as you enter the gate of the community, there is a row of villas, three-story small buildings, with courtyards. Some are being renovated, some have been renovated, and there are flowers and grass in the yard. One of the families also dug a pond, planted lotus flowers, raised goldfish, built a shed in the pond, and transplanted vine plants similar to creepers, which is very beautiful.

An old man in his sixties and seventies was sitting on a reclining chair in the shed at the moment. Holding a pictorial-like thing in his hand, he shook his head while chanting unknown verses in his mouth, and was very intoxicated.

Lu Dongchen withdrew his gaze from the surroundings, he knew that it was better to retreat and close the net, instead of doing it here, it was better to make money, and then change a big house for himself and Lu Jiaqi.

So, I took care of Lu Jiaqi not to bump into the slide, and at the same time immersed myself in the world of "Writing on the Street", and conceived the next plot.

At present, the family's economic situation is not optimistic, and the total savings in the card are less than 2,000 yuan, and they will soon buy milk powder for Lu Jiaqi, and they will have to get a few hundred yuan. As for his "Writing on the Street", about 20,000 words have been uploaded in three days, and the public version of the general online work, that is, it is free to write two or three hundred thousand words before it can be put on the shelves.

It is now the middle of June, even if the contract is successfully signed, it is impossible to put it on the shelves at the end of this month, and it is estimated that the public will have a whole month next month, and more than 200,000 words have been written, and it will be officially put on the shelves on August 1, and then the first manuscript fee will be available on September 1. This is still the premise that everything is normal, what if it pounces?

There are still more than two months and ten days to go, and my savings can't hold on.

What to do? Put it on the shelves in mid-July? Or do you want to move bricks?

An hour passed quickly, and Lu Jiaqi was also tired from playing, and she was sweating. In the sunset, Lu Dongchen walked out of this new community with Lu Jiaqi in his arms. Not far from the side of the road, there is a simple barber shop, the façade is very small, and there are few people, but fortunately, it is cheap, and adults have a haircut for 10 yuan a time. Lu Dongchen and Lu Jiaqi used to cut their hair here.

The barber is a middle-aged uncle, there is no business in the barber shop, the uncle is sitting on the shampoo, taking the same beautiful pictorial as the old man in the community villa, and is looking at it intently.

"Here we are. Since Lu Dongchen has been fixed in this haircut, all the middle-aged uncles have a vague impression of Lu Dongchen.

Lu Dongchen smiled and greeted his uncle, "Yes, cut off my head." ”

"By the way, what newspaper did you just read?"

Seeing that the two of them were watching one after another, Lu Dongchen became a little interested.

"Don't you know this?" the uncle showed a surprised expression and handed the pictorial in his hand to Lu Dongchen, "This is the most famous and the most circulated "Love Reading Poetry Magazine" in our imperial capital, from the elderly to the students, there is no one who does not read it. The poem is well written!"

Lu Dongchen took it, the pages were wide and large, very exquisite, and each poem was accompanied by a whole picture of artistic conception. The paper is very thick, no more than 10 pages and 10 poems, and it is heavy in your hand. Looking at the final price, it actually costs fifty yuan. What a luxury.

The uncle turned a page, pointed to the content on it and said to Lu Dongchen: "Look at this poem, how well it is written!"

"Dreaming of the Yangtze River"

In my dream, the Yangtze River is a lonely boat,

Leave the hatred of the empty with the flow of the river.

I want to tell the sorrow of the zither strings.

The sound is long,

The south wind blows dreams to Xizhou.

Pointing and pointing, the uncle couldn't help but groan, and followed the rhythm with his head swinging, very intoxicated.

Is this a good poem?

In all fairness, if you let Lu Dongchen write it yourself, you can't write it at this level, but don't forget, Lu Dongchen has 300 Tang poems in his stomach.

Lu Dongchen suddenly seemed to see another way to make money, which could solve the current economic urgency. Through talking with the barber uncle, I learned that "Love Reading Poetry Magazine" is a weekly magazine, which means that it is published once a week, and this manuscript fee must be faster than "Writing on the Street". Thanks to the Chinese teacher, who forced me to memorize Tang poems and Song lyrics by rote, and thanks to the nine-year compulsory education!

According to Lu Dongchen's request, the middle-aged uncle cut Lu Dongchen's long hair and kept the short hair that is more popular on the earth. Not to mention, as soon as the hair was cut and the beard was shaved clean, people immediately felt a lot more energetic.

But Lu Dongchen's mind is no longer on this. quickly took Lu Jiaqi to dinner, took a hot bath, and couldn't wait to turn on the computer and search for "Love Reading Poetry Magazine" on the Internet.

Soon, the submission method, the recipient's contact email, and the BB number all came out. By the way, there is no QQ number in this world, but there is a BB number, which is similar to the function of the QQ number.

Lu Dongchen used the password to log in to his BB number, which he had applied for before. Then enter the BB number of the recipient of "Love Reading Poetry Magazine" searched on the Internet, and write a message "Hello, teacher! I am a poetry lover in W Province, and there are two poems submitted to your journal, apply to be added as a friend, thank you." ”

Add friends.

Unexpectedly, it was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and the BB number quickly passed the friend verification.