Since I don't plan to submit my novel to a magazine, I can't burn the novel that I have worked so hard to write with so much effort. After thinking about it, I decided to recopy one copy of the manuscript, keep one copy at home, and carry the other copy with me in case I went out one day.

In this way, even if one is lost, the other is still kept. So, I bought three journals made of plastic and started copying the novel. However, before I could copy half of it, my father wouldn't let me copy it.

He and his mother came to me and said, "If you can't fill your stomach by writing novels, you must have a plan for your life in the future." I said I didn't plan to, and I was at a loss for the rest of my life.

I don't write novels anymore, and I really don't know what I'm going to do in the future. So I asked my parents to help me plan for it. My parents advised me to go out to work.

She said: "Our family, your second brother has already passed the bar and has not started a family, and if you can't marry another daughter-in-law, the people in the village will not laugh at our family to death! Now for you, the most important thing is to make money."

Only when you earn more money will someone propose to you. If someone proposes marriage, you can marry a daughter-in-law, people don't laugh at us anymore, and your parents' faces are also bright. There were four or five people in our village who followed Yunzhi to build in Beijing last year, and by the end of the year, they had earned back more than 1,000 yuan.

When the time comes, I will also ask your uncle to talk to Yunzhi, and you will also follow them to work there for a few years. ”

I think that through this failure, I am engaged in creative work at home, and my parents must be opposed, and after all, rural ideas and all aspects are not as good as those in the city, and there is not even a decent bookstore, so it is better to listen to them and go to Beijing first. If you have the opportunity, wouldn't you still be able to read and write?

With this intention in mind, I agreed to my parents' request.

However, my parents and I were only discussing. People who went to Beijing haven't come back yet. If you want to go with them, you have to wait until the end of the Chinese New Year.

So, that year, I was at home helping my parents with farm work. Looking at the poverty of my family, the yield of those crops is always not as good as that of other families, and I also try to change the situation of my family. I bought a few books on scientific farming from the Xinhua bookstore in the county seat and studied them carefully.

After studying for a while, I suggested to my father that he should follow the methods written in the book to apply fertilizer. But my father didn't listen to me. I couldn't be his home, so I had to give up.

It's really easy to pass the idle time, and it's the end of the year in a blink of an eye. Na Yunzhi and the few people he brought with him came back from Beijing with big bags and small bags. They were all dressed in brand new clothes, their hair was combed bare, and their feet were shiny leather shoes.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, they would also take out brand-name cigarettes they bought from Beijing and distribute them to those who met them. Those of us who have never been out of the house can only look at them with envy and anger.

I'm a person who is mostly indifferent to things in general, but this time I'm tempted. I took the initiative to ask my father what else he said this spring, and asked him to help me ask Yunzhi. The father found the mother in a total together.

Last year, there were four people in our village who followed Yunzhi to Beijing: Guoqiang, Yufang, Shihua, and Guofu. Of these four people, only Yufang is my own cousin, a year older than me. The national strength and the national wealth cannot be matched.

There is also Shihua, whose father was elected. Xuan Cheng once helped my second brother introduce marriage, and he had a good relationship with my father. In this way, I only have two people to follow, one is Yufang and the other is Shihua.

It is said that I should go with Yufang, because after all, we are on our own door, although we have already come out of the five suits, but it is also suitable for ten rooms. Besides, the godson of Yufang Shiyun Zhi, I follow him, and I can also get closer to Yun Zhi.

However, my father did not have a good relationship with Yufang's father, so he wouldn't let me go with him. I had no choice but to follow Shihua. However, I think it's okay to follow Shihua, and my father should explain this matter to Ren Yunzhi. However, he did not confess. This laid the foundation for the abuse I received from him in the future.

In addition to the four of them who came back from Beijing, we also went to Chenghai or Dongguan in Guangdong. They also solicited people at the entrance of the village, saying that the boss asked them to take people there. When I ran to ask, they said that there are only female workers in Guangdong, not male workers. I had no choice but to give up.

Just after the Chinese New Year, Shihua came to me and told me to prepare and go with him in a few days. So, I asked my mother to make me a new cotton quilt and buy a backpack. Wait until the day. I took less than half of the novel I copied and a copy of "Dream of Red Mansions", and set off with Shihua and his uncle.

When we got to the street, we met Wang Yong, a good friend of Shihua who had worked in Beijing last year, and he also brought a few people, so we went together.

We first took a car from the county seat to Nanyang. After arriving in Nanyang, I bought a ticket to Beijing. I remember that at that time, the number of trains was 189, and it went directly to Beijing Station. But Nanyang Station is a passing station, the train stay time is very short, and there are too many people going to Beijing, so you can't squeeze in from the main entrance.

At this time, Wang Yong led us to climb through the open window like everyone else. But every time we come to an open window. The people inside closed the windows.

This annoyed Wang Yong. When he saw another window ready to close, he grabbed us by the shoulders and jumped up. He grabbed the window with one hand, pointed at the people inside with the other and scolded: "Damn, Lao Tzu will see who dares to close the door again, who will wait for Lao Tzu to come up and make up for whom!"

When he shouted like this, the people inside were scared. We opened the windows and got on the train one by one, standing on their shoulders. When it was the last turn, we pulled him up together.

This book was first published in Reading Rim