The shelving is the beginning, and after the end of July 1, the starting network began to tilt the key resources of Zheng Jia's new book.

First of all, in terms of recommendation, the big seal push, the major rankings on the home page, the website announcement push, etc., there is a position arrangement, and there is no place to find a way to arrange it.

In addition, the starting network also organized people to hang advertisements for Zheng Jia's new book in major online forums such as bookworms and book bars.

Under the recommendation of various channels, the results of "Touching the Golden Captain" went directly to the sky.

July 1st!

The first order exceeded 10,000, 24 people were rewarded in a single day, and 12 people were sealed!

(Sales ranking refers to the total sales of subscriptions and tips within 24 hours of a book, and also includes old books that have already been completed.) ）

July 2nd!

The number of feudal alliances has increased to 15, and the silver alliance has appeared (a single reward of more than 10,000 yuan).

The first order is the first total order within 24 hours after the new book is put on the shelves, and the average subscription is the average number of subscriptions for VIP chapters.

July 3rd!

There are more than 100,000 comments in the comment area of "Touching the Golden Captain", and a total of 1,018 people have rated this book with 10 points! More than 6,000 people have rated 9 points!

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However, no one may know that Zheng Jia at this time did not code words in front of the computer, nor did she proudly appreciate the results of her new book, and she didn't even have the Internet now.

Today is the third day Zheng Jia has returned to the village, and it is also the last day she plans to stay in the village, and tomorrow morning, she and her grandfather will leave this poor ravine where they have lived for 20 years and say goodbye to this place completely.

In the past three days, she often got up very early during the day, went to the county seat on the first day, bought a large cart of snacks, and stuffed a bunch of them indiscriminately when she saw the children in the village.

The next day, she sent some money to each of the poorer relatives in the village.

On the third day, she handed over her family's dilapidated adobe house to the neighbor's family to take care of, and then gave the family's worthless but usable dilapidated furniture to the villagers.

When she was almost cleaned up, she walked to the door of the house, slowly moved her gaze, carefully and carefully, and took a serious look at this familiar and unfamiliar village.

She wants to remember this place, for the rest of her life.

This small mountain village called Tujiagou seems to have a very random name.

There are not many people in the village, only a few dozen families, but they live very scattered, some above the ditch, some below the ditch.

However, no matter whether it is above or below the ditch, if you want to go to the county seat, you have to walk over the ditch.

The dirt road more than one meter wide has been soaked in rain for many years, and then trampled by coarse cloth shoes all over the potholes, and then allowed to dry in the sun, smoothed by wind and frost, back and forth year after year, the silent vicissitudes of this road record the ups and downs of every generation here, of course, including Zheng Jia's ......

Walking on this road, Zheng Jia's mood lost the joy and reluctance before she came back, and there was a little more nostalgia and lamentation.

Looking at the footprints on the dirt road, she remembered the unforgettable time when she went to school.

She was brought up by her grandfather since she was a child, and most of the children in the village did not go to school, and only boys with good conditions were able to go to junior high school or high school.

Most girls help with housework at home, and then stay up until fifteen or sixteen, find a good family, get engaged and pay the bride price, and the family will have a much more prosperous life.

Zheng Jia feels that in this kind of family, there is no difference between raising girls and raising pigs.

The fundamental purpose of raising girls and pigs is to sell them at a good price in the end, the only difference is that raising pigs earns less, but the cost is small, raising girls earns more, but the cost is also high, so in order to extract higher exploitable value in the middle, as well as lower control and cultivation costs, girls in the mountains have to learn to cook, collect shoe soles, cut pigweed, and wash clothes since childhood......

But she was lucky, the family did not raise pigs, and her grandfather did not raise her as a pig, and when she was six years old, her grandfather sent her to the village teacher's house to go to school.

The village school is not a school, but a villager who used to go to junior high school, in order to earn some money to subsidize his family, put up a sign similar to a study class at home, accept some village children, and teach them literacy.

Tuition fees are naturally very cheap, those who have money can give some money, those who don't have money can give some bread noodles, and those who don't have anything can owe it first.

It was here that Zheng Jia completed her preschool education, but unfortunately, this teacher only taught her for four years before she suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and walked very peacefully.

So in the fifth year, her grandfather sent her to the county again.

It's easy to say, but it's really hard to do......

From their home to the county school, they got up at 4 a.m. every morning, carried their school bags, and had to load food and water for the day, and then walked for three hours, climbed over a ditch, and walked more than 20 miles.

So the weather has a great impact on her, when it is sunny, it is better, and when it rains and snows, she has to get up earlier, put on patched rain boots, and walk to school one by one.

After the dirt road was infiltrated by rainwater, she would step on ten centimeters of footprints every time she stepped down, and then she had to pull out the rain boots with great force and step on the second step.

This is all good, once the heavy snow closes the mountain, her road to study will be even more difficult.

In these years of schooling, she has encountered countless heavy snows and heavy rainstorms, but this is not something she will never forget, the most unforgettable thing for her is the inferiority complex brought about by poverty, and ...... The steamed bun shop that she was happy but ashamed of for several years.

It was a steamed bun shop next door to the school, and it didn't have a sign, but it was doing well.

The boss is a middle-aged couple in their forties, every time she goes to school, she always passes by the door of the steamed bun shop, smells the unique fragrance of the steamed buns mixed with vegetables and meat, and looks at the students who are sitting and standing eating steamed buns in the steamed bun shop, and envy.

From the fifth grade to the first year of junior high school, in the past three years, she passed by the door of this steamed bun shop countless times, but she never ate it once, if not for anything else, she was simply poor, so poor that she had no extra money to waste to buy a steamed bun.

But at that time she was still young, and in the face of such great temptations, the child's self-control was always not firm enough.

So, after thinking about it for three years, she finally came up with a way to eat steamed buns without having to pay for them.

Thinking of this, Zheng Jia smiled, looked back at the barren mountain village, with her ability, she couldn't make a huge change in this village, but some subtle changes were still possible.

In the Tujiagou Village Committee, a group of people are scratching their heads at the moment.

"The county issued a document three years ago to let each village build a primary school, and our Tujiagou has been named and criticized for three years, and this year we must build the primary school no matter what, but we can't let the village dolls become illiterate anymore." ”

The old village chief smoked a dry tobacco pouch and frowned, and the people next to him nodded in agreement.

"Yes, knowledge changes fate, we can't be poor anymore, if we want to get rich, we still have to grasp the road and education first. ”

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