Chapter 9: Zhu Xian (2)

"Now let's talk about it, what the hell is going on?"

Skullcap rearranged the four stacks of green tickets, leaving the remaining two hundred, then carefully stuffed it into the envelope, thought about putting it in the cabinet, locked it heavily, and tugged it with her hand again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Now there is no safe, just an ordinary lock, and with such a large sum of money handed over to it to guard, Skullcap Yue began to doubt whether it had the ability to be a bodyguard.

But the most important thing now is to find out where the money is coming from, otherwise you will not eat well and sleep restlessly. Took Ye Luo's hand and didn't want to leave the shelf if he didn't understand.

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"Mom, school starts today, and I have to pay tuition!"

On the first day after the sixth grade started, Ye Luo went home and said to his mother.

"How much?"

"Eighty. ”

"Oh, it's okay, our family has also saved a basket of eggs, this episode can be sold for some money, and I'll go out to make up for it in a while, and I'll help you hand it in next week, don't worry!"

After listening to his mother's words, Ye Luo remembered that in the era he was in, his family was not as easy to take out a hundred yuan bills as in the future, even in the entire village, there were few such families, almost all of them were saved together.

But fortunately, the teachers are almost all from the village, and they all understand the situation, and they will not rush to ask for it, and there is no situation in the city where they are not allowed to go to school without paying tuition. And the parents are also very reasonable, and they will hand it in as soon as they have it.

But this touched Ye Luo's heart, for his mother to beg others to borrow money, Ye Luo felt heartache when he thought of such a scene, he wanted to say that he didn't go to it, and he would do it anyway.

But this can't be said, although my mother graduated from junior high school before she finished it, but the experience of life has given her a pair of eyes that see everything, and that will make her even sadder.

It was on this day that Ye Luo's urgent desire to make money was born, and it was out of control, but for his age and the environment around him, this idea was good but difficult to implement.

"Junzi, can you be honest?"

A book flew from Yang Lijun's hand, and Ye Luo grabbed it quickly, at this time, during recess, Junzi was frolicking with the girls, and he didn't want to almost kill Ye Luo and Chengyu. Frightened, his shoulders shrunk, and he quickly looked at Ye Luo with a pair of innocent and pitiful big eyes.

It is said that since Ye Luo started school, he has neither frolicked with the girls, except for going to and from school, nor mixing with their playmates.

Moreover, Ye Luo's eyes had more indescribable things, and the momentum on his body became more and more powerful, even he, a familiar tablemate and friend, did not dare to provoke Ye Luo, let alone others.

Only the girls in the class made fun of Ye Luo a few times at first, saying that he was old-fashioned, but Ye Luo whispered back, and the girls ran away with a red face, and they didn't dare to mess with him anymore.

"Your body is not suitable for more exercise today, you should drink more hot water and eat more persimmons and dates - to nourish your blood. ”

In fact, Ye Luo didn't say anything, just this word of concern, in such an era, parents rarely take the initiative to popularize physiological knowledge to their children, Ye Luo is just enthusiastic to be a good teacher.

Who knows that ignoring the current era, the girls are as pure as the blooming snow lotus, clean and dusty, and there is no trace of the love letters handed to each other in elementary school like later, and the unrestrained spirit of middle school daring to open a room together. Ye Luo could only sigh that such an era was too pure, but it was too short.

Turning over the book thrown by the military in his hand, it was a martial arts novel "Seven Absolute Swords" that he took from home, written by Wo Longsheng. Seeing this, Ye Luo suddenly caught the thought that had been cruising in his mind:

Write a novel!

The current novel market has not had new blood for a long time, and it is still full of works by Jin Yong, Liang Yusheng, Wo Longsheng, and Gu Long.

Ye Luo remembered reading a novel of "Zhu Xian" in his dream, which was known as the masterpiece of the post-Jin Yong era. As for taking other people's paths so that others have no way out, Ye Luo was really embarrassed, but for the sake of his home that had just crossed the food and clothing line, Ye Luo had no choice but to do it once.

I believe that the original author will write better, after all, there are many works of others, maybe not bad this one!

(Xiao Ding: Little rabbit cub, be merciful in your pen, I'm really bad for this one)

Another reason is that I had plagiarized one of Jay Chou's songs last time, and the shame and psychological intolerance were not so strong. As the saying goes: once born, second ripe! As for whether people will say to Charlotte "I feel like I've been living in his shadow", Ye Luo said that he was not very worried.

In this way, a masterpiece was born!

Ye Luo used his little spare time and class to try to write "Zhu Xian" on his back with the teacher, it is difficult to write it word for word, fortunately, Ye Luo is also a senior bookworm in his dream, and he has read this famous book a few times, and the writing is not too bad, even if he forgets the place, he can also according to his own understanding, and the restoration of eight or nine is not far from ten, after all, such a masterpiece cannot be smashed in his own hands.

(Xiao Ding: If it's messed up, be careful of you, I can't beat you now, but there will always be a day when we meet...) ）

After half a year of hard work, Ye Luo finally wrote four volumes, and after the first end, he sent the book to Ming Pao in Hong Kong and attached greetings to Jin Daxia, as for why it is not another newspaper, it is because Ye Luo has a deep admiration for Jin Daxia, hoping to meet Jin Daxia one day, uh, acquaintance is okay, knowing is that Ye Luo is dreaming of yellow sorghum.

Ye Luona was quite excited about receiving a letter from Hong Kong for the first time, but after opening it, it proved that he thought too much, and the person who replied was the editor of Ming Pao, not the Jin Daxia.

However, Ye Luo couldn't care about that anymore, because the letter said that "Zhu Xian" had been adopted by the editor, and it was decided that it would be serialized in Ming Pao next month. Because he is not free now, after all, he is an unknown newcomer who is no match for a long-established figure like Ni Kuang. The other thing is to ask about the progress of the book, how many words there are and so on.

I didn't talk about the remuneration, as a Ming Pao has such a big confidence, not ordinary people want to go to it, as one of the newspapers with the largest circulation in Xiangjiang, how many people line up to want to go to it.

The final remuneration has always been unilaterally decided, as for whether you agree or not, okay, you can disagree, but we really won't change it, and I don't know if it's affected by Jin Daxia's chivalrous style, people are full of confidence.

I believe that Ming Pao will not deliberately pit himself, an unknown junior, and he is from the mainland, Jin Daxia is also a bit left-leaning, at least at this level, he will not set the remuneration too low.

So Ye Luo was even more enthusiastic and coded words at full speed. Half a year has passed, and five volumes have been mailed, and the number of words is 600,000. Now it's time to harvest.

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This is the aforementioned big killer, it took a long time to talk and tongue, and his throat was smoking, and finally explained the cause and effect to his mother as it was, and quickly went down to the ground to pick up the scoop and scoop up the water and drink it to moisten it.

"What you write can be sold for money?"

After listening to this, Skullcap still looked incredible.

"Mom, please, your son is very talented!"

With an attitude of disbelief after listening to his mother, Ye Luo sadly hit his head against the door frame.

"What's crazy, your head doesn't belong to you anymore, and now it's our family's cash cow!"

Skullcap said happily.

Ye Luo felt uneasy about his mother's transformation into a wealth fan, and he was really afraid that his mother would press his head and pour money out day and night, and put this food and drink next to him, and even put a convenient night pot beside him, thinking about that scene, Ye Luo was trembling all over.