Readers, if you really want to hear my stupid man talk about the stupid things I used to do, I think you must want to know how I was stupid enough to walk at the age of three, and then peed in class in open crotch pants.

and was caught stealing peanuts from a farmer's uncle, and how I met my literary enlightenment teacher, Mr. Song Zhanyi, and how I was beaten by a ghost when I skipped school because I was homesick after being admitted to the township key middle school.

To be honest, I wrote it all. However, then I heard that if a novel wants to become popular on the Internet, it must have a good beginning. For this reason, I'm going to start with what I'm best about.

That was my first wandering experience, of course.

In 1989, I dropped out of high school and wrote a novel about campus life called "Red Apricots Out of the Wall." When I finished writing the novel, I casually put it in a drawer.

The eldest brother is a person who loves science (in the countryside, people call some people who can apply fertilizer reasonably and understand the laws of crop growth, they call them "love science"), and he will always buy some magazines and newspapers on breeding or planting to read.

For a while, he was obsessed with the riches published in a tabloid, and he would always show it off in front of me, wanting me to buy the information in that newspaper.

At first, I was dismissive of those newspapers, but I couldn't stand the repeated pruning of my eldest brother, so I finally took a copy and read it. But I didn't care about the above tips for making a fortune, but there was a notice that caught my attention.

It reads: Friend, if you have any problems in life, you can write to us, and we will definitely try our best to help you. This is undoubtedly good news for me. Don't I have a written novel handy, why don't I write them a letter?

With this in mind, I immediately wrote a letter, then picked up the newspaper in my hand, rode my bicycle, went to the post office in the township, and sent the letter.

I didn't have much hope, but I didn't expect them to reply half a month later. The letter said, I heard that you have written a novel that satisfies you, and we are willing to help you, so please send me the manuscript.

As soon as I read the letter, I felt a little hopeful, so I sent the manuscript over. Of course, I also hesitated for a while before sending it out.

No matter how it is written, it is a piece of my own hard work, and it is delivered to not just one or a few strangers who have never even met in person, in case they are accidentally lost in the process of mailing, then they will not be busy in vain.

Even so, in my heart, I didn't want to be famous, so after hesitating for a few days, I gritted my teeth and sent him out.

"I'm afraid there are ghosts everywhere!" What is worrying is that after the novel was sent, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no response for a long time. This made me worry again, I didn't even have a manuscript before sending it because of the lack of time, what if they took my manuscript and said that they wrote it themselves and secretly published it (I think this because I am confident in that novel)?

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became. I went to my parents to talk to them, and I was going to go to the information department at the address above. My parents told me not to worry, and to wait.

But I'm an excitable and impulsive person, who never thinks about the consequences and doesn't care about the opposition of others. Since they don't support me, I'll just make my own way. I went to my childhood friend Yoshi-su and borrowed money from him.

He asked me what I was for. I spoke my mind. He was also adamantly opposed to me going. I told him, do you still recognize me as a good friend, if you do, lend it to me, and if you don't, forget it.

I explain this to the general's army. Liangxiu was afraid that I would annoy him, so he gave me the only 35 yuan he had. The day after I got the money, I secretly packed some simple luggage while my parents were working in the fields, changed into the blue suit that my mother had asked me to make, and set off quietly.

I asked people that if they went to Nanchang from us, they would need to take a train from the county seat to Xiangfan, and then take a train from Xiangfan to Wuchang, and then from Wuchang to Nanchang.

After I arrived in Xiangfan and bought a train ticket to Wuchang, I only had 15 yuan left on me, knowing that I couldn't go to Nanchang. I could have turned it back and asked my parents to pay back the 35 yuan to my good friend, as if nothing had happened. But I'm an adventurous person, and I know I can't go, but I want to try.

The train quickly passed Anlu Station. I was in a haze when I was suddenly awakened by a loud noise. When I opened my eyes, I saw a group of people surrounding the corridor not far ahead. Seeing that there was a lot of excitement to see, I went over.

Through the gap in the crowd, I saw a tall, stout man with a horse's face pointing at him. Standing on tiptoe to take a closer look, he dangled in front of people with two red and blue pencils in his left index and middle fingers, and in his right hand was a ten-dollar dollar folded into strips.

I saw him quickly wrap the ten-dollar bill around the two pencils, and then quickly opened it. This was repeated many times, and then began to speak:

"Friends, comrades, fellow countrymen, hello everyone! I'm going to play a game here today to find some happiness and some happiness for everyone. Look, wrap the money around two pencils, and I'll open it again.

Whoever can guess which pencil the coin will end up with before opening it wins or loses. Both sides are free to place bets. I'm just serving you for free. Whoever sees it clearly, can place a bet. ”

As he spoke, he wrapped up two more pencils. At this time, some people around there had already started to bet. I couldn't help but feel itchy: "I may not have enough money to go to Nanchang by myself, why not gamble and try my luck?" Thinking of this, I squeezed in.

After I set my sights on one occasion when the money did get tangled in the blue pencil, I made a ten-dollar bet. I didn't expect to win. I'm a person who takes it when I see it, and when I win the money, I hurriedly squeeze it out, intending to slip away.

At this moment, two strong men who came out of nowhere blocked my way. I heard one of them whisper to me, "Student, take out the money you just won." He spoke in a small voice, but his tone was full of aggressiveness.

"Why?" I asked, inexplicably. "Not why. Just let you give us the money you just won. If you are in a hurry, even the old book will let you take it out. After the man finished speaking, the other deliberately leaned closer to me, and struck me twice on the left side with his fist, glaring at a pair of fierce eyes, and said, "To take it or not to take it?"

I hurriedly took out the money I had just won and returned it to others, and then honestly sat back in my seat.

This book was first published on Kanshu.com