"Daddy, what did you catch today?" Mao Yi leaned over curiously, looked at the loaches writhing back and forth in the bucket with a strange expression, and exclaimed in some surprise: "And the loaches?"

"Yes. "Mao's dad is light on weekdays, although he is not bad, but before he encounters something he likes, his personality is like this.

Mao Yi is also used to it.

After taking off his coat and wearing a pair of big pants, Mao Dad sat directly on the sofa, turned on the TV, and watched TV.

There happened to be a ball game, and he watched it.

Mao Yi was not interested in ball games, and when he saw that his father was going to smoke, he took out an ashtray from the side, put it for his father, and then turned back to the hut.

"Huh?" Seeing Mao Yi go back to the hut, Mao's father was a little strange.

Usually, this stinky boy has already run out to play, why is he back in the hut now?

However, Mao's dad is not the kind of eventful character, so he didn't care what Mao Yi was busy with, and continued to watch the ball game.

Mao Yi naturally knew that his father wouldn't care about him, so he took out a pen and paper and began to write.

It's a novel, but it's not a type of fiction that will soon become popular in the future.

Actually, the main ones are......

Don't look at him as an Internet writer, don't look at him as if he has read a lot of books, but in fact, he himself can't remember these things.

He is also very envious at times, those predecessors who have passed through rebirth, remember everything clearly.

But when it was his turn, he remembered nothing.

If you don't remember it, you don't remember it.

He didn't have to write about those people anyway.

In his previous life, although he was a street fighter, the gods he actually knew sighed that Mao Yisheng was in the wrong era.

If it had been ten years ago, I might have become a god.

But this is all fate, and you can't force it.

Anyway, Mao Yi is not in a hurry.

In fact, if he didn't really have no money, he wouldn't have touched this again.

After all......

Too tired.

But there is no way, the family has no money, he has no money, even the computer is bought after going to school, second-hand goods, where is the family money to buy a computer now?

It's not that there is no money, but the debts owed by the family in the first two years, and they have finally paid them off, and naturally there is no spare money in their hands.

In fact, Mao Yi knew that his parents had saved more than 100,000 yuan all their lives.

But......

This money is life-saving money!

And it's money to buy a house in the future!

So no matter how much Mao Yi thinks about it, it is impossible for his mother to take out the money.

In that case, what can he do?

You can only go the old way.

After all, he doesn't know much craft.

Only writing a book can not conflict with today's studies.

When it comes to studying, Mao Yi is a little helpless.

Although I was reborn once, I have long forgotten all the things in high school.

What's more, when he was in school, he was notoriously poor at learning.

Reading novels in class, going to an Internet café after class, three years of high school, three years of mixing.

If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have been admitted to that third-rate university.

But you let him read......

Actually, to be honest, it's not that I can't see it, but ......

He couldn't remember.

His memory seems to be inherently bad, and he can't remember any formulas, question types, grammar, and so on.

It can only be said that he has no chance to study.

Since this is the case, Mao Yi naturally has to think about the future.

The first thing he thought of was to take the screenwriting exam.

However, looking at the thick pile of professional books on the Internet, Mao Yi was a little depressed.

Then I thought about going to the Chinese department.

But thinking about his current score......

Basically, it's hard to get to the top.

What to do?

After all the efforts were tried, and then abandoned, Mao Yi was left with only one way out.

Be a writer.

This is the only way he knows, and the only means of making a living.

Now, it is 07 years, the online text has not yet begun to crack down, and a group of future gods have not yet emerged, with his background, he can grab the first cup!

But......

Here's the problem.

He didn't have a computer and had to write purely by hand.

And as we all know, handwriting is often slow.

But he can't help it, he can't go to the Internet café for two hours, right?

Mom won't tear his bones apart!

The only thing I can do is go to an Internet café on holidays and upload what I have written on the Internet.

For example, the Internet café he often goes to, one dollar an hour, and the Internet speed is okay, although it is not 100 megabit fiber, but it is also 10 megabits.

Enough for a writer who is just typing online.

Now, I've been writing for two months, and I'm about to hit the shelves. He has recently been preparing to put on the shelves.

Nothing else, a hundred more.

It's not that hard.

Don't look at Mao Yi's handwriting is very slow, but in fact he types very quickly.

Four thousand words an hour is not a problem.

Without him, the hand is familiar.

To put it simply, you have been writing a novel for thirteen years, and you can do it too.

So he's mostly working on draft now.

During this period, my mother came back and came over to check.

found that Mao Yi was writing something, although he was unhappy in his mouth, he muttered two sentences, but his father's sentence "Let him write if he likes", so he shut up and went to cook.

In Lao Mao's house, my mother cooks.

In Mao Yi's memory, it was only when his mother was seriously ill once when he was a child that his father made a messy stew.

Flavor......

It's a bit salty.

Later, Mao Yi reacted that his mother's tuberculosis should have been contracted at that time.

Later, it spread into cancer cells, which is why my mother went.

Sixty-nine, not even seventy years old.

Snorting, Mao Yi continued to write.

"Eat!" said Mom's voice.

"It's coming!"

In the days that followed, Mao Yi would use holidays to code words, and the number of manuscripts in stock gradually increased.

Half a month later, QQ rang, and Mao Yi's editor looked for him.

"Hida. "Qixi is a responsible editor who Mao Yi knew in his previous life, and the reason why he knows him is because the editor in charge of a great god author who had a good relationship in his previous life is Xida, and the great god author is very good, not only has he solved Mao Yi's doubts many times, but also specially introduced his own editor-in-charge as Mao Yi.

At this time, the starting point is that multiple editors-in-charge are in charge of all the authors under the Urban category.

Generally speaking, as long as it is uploaded, it will be randomly grouped according to the number after the title number.

But you can also send the book to a responsible editor, and then the responsible editor will help you publish the book in your own name, which means that your book will be in charge of the editor-in-charge.

Until 7UP left the starting point, Mao Yi was always the author of it.

Of course, the kind that isn't famous.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be just a thousand a month.

It is still necessary to count full attendance.

In this life, although Mao Yi can't remember the Q number of Qixi, he is not stupid, he goes directly to a certain urban author, and then holds accountable who the editor is.

Didn't you just find out the Q number of 7-Up?