"How did you feel about the exam this time?" Busy with a meal, Yi's mother was concerned about her son's monthly exam.

"Pretty good, the topic is very simple." was carefully reminiscing about his familiar and unfamiliar storefront, Yi Yang replied casually.

"You kid can't be careless, I think your results are enough this time!" Yi's mother finished the last bite and told while packing up the lunch box.

Yi Yang was stunned for a moment and said, "Mom, why do you say that about me!?" ”

"From childhood to adulthood, as long as you say that you are doing well in the exam, the results will definitely not work, if you say so-so, the results will be okay. You are blindly confident, easy to be proud and complacent! Yi's mother seemed to have a deep understanding and began to nag.

Hearing this, Yi Yang was indeed a little embarrassed, and he seemed to be like this before. People are not stupid, and they have learned everything they should learn, but they are prone to blind confidence, complacency, and make some low-level mistakes during exams.

"Not this time, I'll have a good check." Yi Yang explained, and then saw that his mother didn't believe it, so he hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Mom, you're too tired to open a department store, haven't you thought about changing it to a small supermarket!?" ”

"Supermarket?" Yi's mother was stunned for a moment, and sure enough, she didn't catch Yi Yang's exam anymore.

She knows what the supermarket is, although there is no one here in Zhucheng, but she has seen it when she goes to Jiangcheng to buy goods.

"You kid just concentrate on studying, don't worry about this, the whole thing is thinking about something!" When she came back to her senses, she immediately reprimanded her son, and the most important concern of parents is their children's learning.

Yi Yang knew that the reason why his mother was reluctant to mention the supermarket was due to her age and student status, and she didn't make suggestions at all in front of her parents.

"Didn't I see that you were so tired every day, so I cared about you!?" He deliberately muttered a sentence and broke through in another direction, "This time I went to Jiangbei City, I have seen those small supermarkets, the stores may not be bigger than ours, but the benefits are much higher than yours, even if you hire two clerks, the monthly income is much greater!" Aren't you also free from the store!? ”

"To put it mildly, have you ever calculated how much it costs?! Listen to Mom, your only task now is to study hard and get a good score in the high school entrance examination, don't pay for your big cousin to study to earn money for your family. Usually we don't have to be short of what you eat, you don't have to wear it, and we don't want you to make money to support your family, don't think about these things anymore! Yi Yang's mother listened to what she said, but she didn't want to discuss it with her son, so she nagged and pulled the topic over.

Shaking his head in his heart, Yi Yang didn't say more, the hard injuries of age and identity are here, and he has nothing to do to prove himself, no matter how much he says, it is just in vain.

"That's it, I'll go home first." Standing up and packing up the lunch box, Yi Yang waved his hand at his mother.

Because there was another customer, Yi's mother didn't have time to pay attention to him, and waved him to hurry home.

Out of the store, Yi Yang took a few steps and looked back at his storefront, still unwilling to give up.

At the beginning of his rebirth, the reason why he wanted to earn money was not only financial freedom, but also to reduce the burden on his family.

Although the department store is located at the most prosperous small intersection of Renmin Road in Zhucheng, there are no less than ten department stores around it, and the customer diversion is serious, and the efficiency is not very good, at most it is better than going to work and receiving wages.

Waiting until next year is good to open the supermarket again, the impact on traditional department stores will be even greater. I vaguely remember that it was at that time that my family had to give up non-staple foods and specialize in drug retail.

Originally, drug retail was also promising, but Yi's father was a bit traditional and stubborn, and he didn't let go of his job of clean water, and when the Food and Drug Administration's family members were not allowed to operate drug and medical device sales business, Yi's mother could only close the store gloomily and rely on renting stores to supplement the family. Later, there were several major events in the family, and Yi Yang caught up with a high-priced undergraduate, and Yi Yang will never forget that feeling of embarrassment.

Well, I have to find a way to make some money, and then I will propose the transformation to my mother, and then my words will have weight.

Thinking about it this way, because of the scattered thoughts after the start of school, I have the same sense of urgency as during the summer vacation.

Back at home, washing and brushing the lunch box upside down to dry, Yi Yang lay in front of the writing desk, spread out the letterhead, and thought about how to make enough quick money.

Huaxia is so big, and the manuscripts submitted to major publishing houses every year are in tens of thousands, and if you want to be successful, you must think of an article that is suitable for the situation and attractive enough.

As for the "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" written at the beginning, it is a historical popular science article, and it is difficult to publish it through formal channels under the premise that he is not famous, which is also the reason why Mao released it in Xici Hutong at the beginning.

It's only been ninety-eight years now, and the inclusiveness of literature in China is not great, and many of the best-selling themes in later generations are now difficult to be officially recognized, such as "Notes on Tomb Robbery", "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" and the like, and the possibility of passing the review is infinitely close to zero. As for writing mainstream orthodox articles, hehe...... you are easy to Yang! And you can't make any money!

I don't know what "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" is like in Xici Hutong?

There is no computer at home, there is no Internet café in Zhucheng, and there is no computer even on his father's unit, so Yi Yang is very distressed and has no way to grasp all kinds of instant information.

Do you have to copy those popular romance novels?

Thinking of the troubles that might be caused by this, he was now a head and three.

It's shameful enough for a dignified fifth-order boss to fall to the point of copying books, and if you still have to copy novels about love and love, the shame is even more explosive, after all, you're just a junior high school student!

Or, copy Lin Yuxiang???

Forget it!

It's also someone's famous work, without this thing, how can people be high-profile in the future!

I didn't plan to cause any controversy or anything like that, keep a low profile! Low profile!

Annoyed for three minutes, Yi Yang decisively discarded the festival exercises, copied three famous chicken soup essays in later generations, then folded them and stuffed them into an envelope, took out a bosom friend, filled in the receiving address, and pasted stamps.

Who hasn't had a few stamps in their hands these days, hasn't they?

Shake off your sore hands and you're done!

As for whether it will be hacked by the Anti-Chicken Soup Alliance in the future, forget it!

At least you won't be questioned for writing emotional essays!

I got up at 6 o'clock the next morning, as usual, after a simple wash, I folded it to the door of the post office and threw the thick envelope into the mailbox, and then rushed to school for morning self-study.

As soon as she got to the seat and sat down, Tang Jing turned her head abruptly and asked coldly, "Liu Wei is your girlfriend?" ”

Today, I started to go out one by one, until now, Yi Yang was thinking about finding a way to find a computer with Internet access to see if there was any news on the Xici Hutong, and at this moment, she was directly caught off guard by the question she suddenly thrown, and was slightly stunned, and then asked, "What are you talking about?" ”