A few days later, Huang Jinhu came to the small courtyard and reported the matter of negotiating the coal mine to Li Feiyang. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The results were very gratifying, and all the large-scale coal mines designated by Li Feiyang were negotiated, and the contract period was 70 years.

The contract fee was given a whole number, a total of five million, and Huang Jinhu had already paid it in one lump sum according to Li Feiyang's instructions.

Li Feiyang arranged for Huang Jinhu to have a lot of money left over from the last time he bought wine, and this time he used it all.

Li Feiyang said to Huang Jinhu: "With a coal mine, you can be regarded as a person with a family and a business, and if you can do things on the road, don't mix them up, and try to do some industries on the surface." Do a good job, and in ten years, I'll give you a coal mine! ”

Huang Jinhu nodded and agreed.

Huang Jinhu doesn't care much about Li Feiyang's current promise, although the current large coal mine can make some money, but it is not as large as the output value of the few hotels that Huang Jinhu has opened now.

It wasn't until twenty years later that Huang Jinhu didn't know how generous Li Feiyang's shot was. Although he had become a super-rich man worth tens of billions at that time, he was still shocked and grateful for Li Feiyang's move. Everything about him was given by Li Feiyang.

Now Li Feiyang is working hard to create the story and image of Pug Bunny.

He didn't write a story this time, but began to draw a story, he drew a series of comics according to the memories of his previous life, and then accompanied by a plot, a lot of work, fortunately, his hand speed is amazing, the drawing is exquisite, he never needs to be modified, and a stage of the story can be completed in one day. After the first comic story was sent to the Yellow River Literature and Art, the literary club praised it greatly, calling Li Feiyang a genius of fairy tales and painting.

In this regard, Li Feiyang doesn't care, with the genius mind of this life, coupled with the blessing of the culture of a world in the previous life, if Li Feiyang can't become a genius, then he can die!

In the past fifteen years, he has only written novels, and he has never drawn comic stories. Even if it was a King Kong gourd baby, he never thought about drawing it himself.

This time, it was because I saw the old rabbit in the yard that I remembered to draw a series of cartoons by myself, mainly because Pug Rabbit is a Western cartoon, which is not quite the same as the views and jokes in the Han Dynasty, and it is difficult to depict it with pen and ink, and the expressiveness of painting in this aspect is far beyond words.

In order to reproduce the classics, Li Feiyang can only turn on the animation brush and "create" by himself.

After drawing a large stack of manuscript paper in the dark, Li Feiyang stopped.

Now Yang Xiaoyue and Liu Xiaolu are very worried about the old rabbit baby that Li Feiyang captured, they hold it in their arms when they go to and from school, and they specially get radish tassels to feed it, even the female classmates in their class like it very much, and many girls are rushing to play with this big and surprisingly big rabbit.

The rabbit has now become a sight to behold at the school.

On the weekend, Li Feiyang rode his bicycle home, and in the small basket in front of the car, a fat rabbit was holding a carrot and squinting there. A pleasant anthropomorphic expression.

Because she went home on the weekend, Yang Xiaoyue didn't dare to go back with the rabbit, for fear that her family would say that she was not good at studying, and she was not at ease in the small yard, so in the end, she decided to hand it over to Li Feiyang to deal with.

Li Feiyang had no choice but to take it home. He was accompanied by a tiger.

The tiger's name is Li Feihu, and his household registration is in Li Feiyang's house, and he is Li Kaishan's adopted son. Originally, Li Feiyang should have called Tiger his brother, but Tiger said that he didn't want to be Li Feiyang's brother, and since he was rescued by Li Feiyang when he was a child, he had an inexplicable sense of awe and gratitude for Li Feiyang. never dared to underestimate Li Feiyang, when the two of them walked together, he was always half a step behind Li Feiyang, and he didn't dare to walk side by side with Li Feiyang.

After a long time, Li Feiyang also got used to it. However, it is still a bit strange to look at in the eyes of outsiders.

When he arrived at home, there was no one in the yard, Li Feiyang said to the tiger: "Tiger, the family is estimated to have gone to the field to do farm work, you come to help me help, I have something to move out." ”

When Li Feiyang was one year old, he had his own separate room, and the house he lived in was a two-room wing.

In addition to a large bed, there is a large table near the windowsill, on which are placed the four treasures of pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and study, as well as a washing and paperweight.

In addition, there are a dozen large boxes in the room.

Large chests made of mahogany, more than a meter high, were stacked on top of each other and filled the remaining room.

Li Feiyang looked at the dozen or so large boxes in the room and sighed, this is the result of his past fifteen years.

His memories, his nostalgia, and his spiritual sustenance are all in these dozen boxes.

For fifteen years, he wrote whenever he was free, practiced boxing after writing, and after practicing boxing, he practiced calligraphy, or learned painting and carving, anyway, trying not to let himself be idle.

Once people are idle, they will think too much, and the consequence of thinking too much is that they will either become mad or saints, or they will become wasters.

Li Feiyang didn't dare to let himself have even one day to spare, he was afraid that he was in a dream now, and when he woke up, he would go back after letting him. Continue your martial arts pursuits. He was afraid that his current family was the product of an illusory dream, and that when he woke up, everything was gone.

It was only in the last two years that he truly accepted the world, his family, his friends.

Then, he wrapped what he had written in a dozen old family boxes and placed it in his room, not letting anyone approach or open it.

The lock of the box was specially made by Li Feiyang to others, and ordinary people couldn't open it at all, besides, Li Feiyang has been mysterious since he was a child, and strange things have happened to him many times.

What good things can a child have?

At most, there are some small toys or something, at most, Li Feiyang's toys are scary, but for Li Feiyang, the child king, there are many toys, which is also normal.

Li Feiyang's family once asked Li Feiyang curiously, what was in the box?

Li Feiyang said to them: That's a world!

Yes! For Li Feiyang, the things in it represent the essence of the inheritance of a world in the previous life, and for the current world, this is a cultural feast that changes the cultural flow of the entire world, a real feast!

Now, Li Feiyang wants to open up this world.

The box was very easy to open, and when it was opened, it was full of densely written manuscript paper.

Some of these manuscript papers are orthodox writing manuscript paper, and some are rough "manuscript paper" or paper that can be written and bound by cutting and binding white paper.

There are also palm-sized notebooks sewn together from the wrappers of cigarette packs.

These are all Li Feiyang's works.

At the beginning, after Li Feiyang was born, his family was much poorer than now, and there was no paper for him to squander.

All he could use was some wrapping paper and the occasional homework book that no one else had used up--- the opposite of what he hadn't used up.

Later, Li Feiyang gathered all the friends in the village to collectively pick up rags, dig scrap iron, and collect traditional Chinese medicine, which was the first money.

Subsequently, he bought several bundles of white paper, cut and bound them with the tiger, and made the most original manuscript paper.

The fountain pen is made by my father Li Kaishan, and so is the ink.

In this way, after five or six years, life was good, and there was change, Li Feiyang really bought manuscript paper for writing.

Now when he opened the box and looked at the bound "books", Li Feiyang couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion even though he was a human being in two lives.

Li Feiyang's boxes are marked with bookmarks, such as one box with a small piece of paper on it that reads China: Ancient Literature. Some of the small pieces of paper read the West: Modern Literature. Others say China: Ancient Poetry.

Each small box has a label.

Li Feiyang stopped in front of a box that said (Western: Magic: Harry Potter).