"Huh. "A real villain is far more comfortable than a hypocrite, although he was laughed at, but Fang Siyi was not too angry, and his neighbors for many years also knew what kind of character this neighbor's Uncle Hu was.

After smiling, Fang Siyi said truthfully: "This profession is called 'Internet writer', which is a profession that writes something on the Internet and then earns remuneration. ”

Let Fang Siyi say this, and that Uncle Hu also stopped being interested.

Of course, he thinks that Fang Siyi took out the nearly 200,000 small money because he has worked for four or five years.

In this way, on average, it is only 50,000 per year.

Is 50,000 a lot?

It's going to be there.

If it is in Langfang, 50,000 yuan a year is already a good income, but if it is in the capital, then 50,000 yuan a year is really not much.

So after hearing it, Uncle Hu's interest faded.

This person is not the perfect character in the novel.

So after Uncle Hu heard about it, his enthusiasm weakened a little.

Despite this, after all, they are all old neighbors, so naturally there will be no backsliding, and the two ended the call after agreeing on a specific date.

Fang Siyi was not surprised by Uncle Hu's attitude, in fact, Uncle Hu was originally a little snobbish, but fortunately, he didn't need to contact him in the future, Fang Siyi didn't care too much.

After picking and choosing, and paying a considerable custodian fee, Fang Siyi stored the vegetables he bought in a local cold storage.

Of course, this money will naturally not be less, but Fang Siyi doesn't care.

I rented it for about a month, just waiting for Uncle Hu to come back.

It's done, but it's already evening.

I was about to go home to warm up the leftovers at noon, when I received a call from Baozi Children's Shoes.

"Hey?" Because of the previous lesson, Fang Siyi asked tentatively, "Is it Wu Ying?"

"Siyi!" "Heh, it's really a bun children's shoes."

"Ah, what's wrong?" was a little surprised why the bun children's shoes reacted so much, Fang Siyi asked strangely.

"My grandfather...... Let you come over with Grandpa Fang in the evening and discuss it. ”

"Oh, look at me......" patted his forehead, Fang Siyi remembered something, and said helplessly: "Really, I only remember you, but I forgot grandpa, wait......? Is your family going to choose the second option?" Although the little heart was "fluttering", Fang Siyi still forced himself not to react too violently.

Just a voice, a slight tremor.

But fortunately, the bun children's shoes are shy, but I didn't hear it.

It's no wonder that Fang Siyi can guess that if the first way is not to work Grandpa Fang at all, then there is only the second way.

"It's not...... Hey, it's not clear on the phone for a while, so you come to our house later, and my grandfather will tell you personally, okay, that's it, I'll hang up. After saying that, Baozi Children's Shoes hurriedly hung up the phone.

Glancing at the phone with a black screen, Fang Siyi couldn't help but smile bitterly.

took a taxi and Fang Siyi embarked on the journey home.

It was slow when I came, but it was much faster when I went back.

Of course, small tricycles are naturally not comparable to taxis.

But the town, most of them are dirt roads, so it's good that it doesn't rain, but when it rains, it's completely over.

Not to mention the potholes everywhere, sometimes if you are not careful, you will step into a big puddle, and your body will be covered with mud.

However, there is a shortage of young adults in the town, the town itself is not rich, and the village branch cannot afford to build roads.

Fang Siyi has the money, but ......

He can't take it out.

He hasn't even exposed his identity now, if he rashly takes out so much money, wouldn't it arouse suspicion?

Do you want to self-reveal?

Isn't that incompatible with money?

Since it is not debunked, the income is higher, why debunk?

What?fame?

What the hell is that?

People value his work, what does it have to do with him?

Since you are misunderstood, you have more income, why should you be exposed?

Those so-called literati are ......

What does he care about as a copyist?

This is also the reason why even after being known as the "godmother of pure love", Fang Siyi is still humble as an "Internet writer".

It's not that he's pretending to be B, it's just that he never thinks he's so good.

What is so powerful about a copyist?

This concept has also influenced Fang Siyi, and it was not completely changed until something happened that changed his life in the future.

Of course, that's a later story, so I won't mention it for now.

Carrying the simple ingredients he bought, Fang Siyi returned home.

found Grandpa Fang who was listening to the radio in the room, and added a cup of hot tea for Grandpa, Fang Siyi told Grandpa Fang about the previous matter.

After taking a sip of the tea filled by Fang Siyi, Grandpa Fang smashed his mouth, his wrinkled face was full of a kind smile, and he scolded with a smile: "You stinky boy, you are not very old, and your heart is not small. ”

"Hey, grandpa, I'm sixteen!

"Ha, no matter how old you are, you are also my grandson!" Grandpa Fang scolded with a smile, thought about it, and said to Fang Siyi: "Xiao Wu is not small, in our era, they have already become families, and now, naturally, they don't need it, but since the old thing of the Zhao family...... The old man agreed, then he will settle the matter of the two of you today, go, and take out the bottle of Moutai that Grandpa and I hid. ”

"Ha, grandpa, are you so generous today? That's what the old chief gave you back then! Don't talk about me, even my father wanted to take a sip when he was alive...... Uh- what then, grandpa I went. For a while, Fang Siyi didn't have a door, and then he realized that he shouldn't say it.

Sure enough, Grandpa Fang's eyes darkened, but he remembered Father Fang again.

"Grandpa......" Seeing that the old man suddenly seemed to be a teenager old, Fang Siyi felt uncomfortable in his heart. Since I have a memory, there is only this small episode left in my memory of my parents, and other things are vaguely remembered.

It can be said that from childhood to adulthood, it was basically his grandfather who pulled him up.

Now......

But he accidentally said the wrong thing.

Secretly hating himself for talking too much, Fang Siyi's eyes were ruthless, and he slapped his face with a round hand!

"Smack!"

"Hey!" The loud voice sobered up the old man who was immersed in memories, and he quickly got up and held Fang Siyi's wrist, sighed, rubbed the top of Fang Siyi's head with his already yellow and thin palm, and said in a low voice: "Go, go get the wine." ”