This night, Zhao Yiming slept very deeply.

He had a very beautiful dream. He dreamed of flowers, applause, red carpets, flashing lights. I dreamed that I was in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by a crowd, and watched by thousands of people.

The only regret was that he couldn't see the faces of the people who surrounded him. Even at a very close distance, no matter how hard he tried to make out the faces, those faces were blurry.

The more he couldn't see clearly, the more he wanted to try to see clearly, Zhao Yiming tried to keep his eyes open in the midst of being embraced.

He finally saw it clearly.

But the crowd, the flowers, the applause, all disappeared, and all that came into view was a piece of ceiling.

It turned out to be just a dream!

Zhao Yiming got up from the bed and roamed the room.

It was already dawn, but it was not bright sunlight shining into the room through the unclosed windows. It's a dark and gloomy day that is unique to rainy days.

Looking at the time, it was already past seven o'clock in the morning. The world did not wake up as usual, there was no loud voice of the uncles greeting each other, no aunts nagging together, and occasionally bursting out of laughter. There was silence all around, except for the sound of rain falling on the windows.

After figuring out the situation, I went back to bed and wanted to sleep a little longer. But since he was reborn, especially the biological clock that was adjusted by his elder sister Zhao Yatong, it prevented him from falling asleep again.

After tossing and turning on the bed for ten minutes, Zhao Yiming, who really couldn't sleep, could only get up depressed.

He was so depressed.

It's finally a relaxing morning, but it's not blessed!

On the weekends when he didn't go to work in his previous life, he could sleep until three poles a day. After being reborn, everything is fine, but this benefit is gone. Although it rained a few days ago, it didn't rain in the morning, and he wanted to lie in bed, but he was still dragged up by Zhao Yatong. This weekend finally rained again, and the old lady was gracious again, but he couldn't enjoy it anymore.

Walk out of the bedroom.

The house was quiet, and there was no sound at all.

After Zhao Yiming went into the bathroom to wash, he walked to the kitchen and saw the cold pot and cold stove, and he was sure that the old lady and the old mother had not gotten up yet.

That's kind of weird.

They rarely slept well, let alone slept together.

Strange as strange, he touched his stomach as he protested - getting breakfast was the right thing to do.

Wash the rice into the pot and plug it in. Zhao Yiming first cooked porridge with a rice cooker. Then I opened the refrigerator and saw that there were a lot of leftovers from last night, and a lot of ingredients that had not been used. But apart from a bag of sliced toast, there doesn't seem to be anything to eat for breakfast.

What do you do, go out and buy it?

But looking at the lewd rain outside, he has no interest in going out at all.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yiming opened the cabinet under the kitchen gas stove and dragged out a clay jar from it. In the jar is my mother's pickled pickles.

Take out a handful of pickles, wash them first, and cut them into centimeter-to-centimeter pieces. After cutting, the pickles are piled up on the board. Then he lit the fire and poured the oil, and when the oil was hot, he poured all the pickles on the board into the pot.

In the Jingxing area, the history of pickles can be said to have a long history. Its material is different from other places, it is generally green vegetables, and it was not called pickles before. For example, Zhao Yiming's grandfather still likes to call it pickles. Pickles are just a name that has only changed in the past few decades.

Of course, none of this matters.

The important thing is that the people of Jingxing have eaten pickles for an unknown number of years. In order to make pickles delicious, many families have their own unique skills.

Zhao Yiming's family also has it.

His family's unique skills are not complicated. To sum it up, there are two things - chili pepper and oil.

If you want to stir-fry pickles, you can't put those messy condiments. Although Zhao Yiming's fried pickles are famous among relatives and friends, and among the neighbors, in fact, only chili peppers and oil are put in them.

Red peppers should be used, fresh and dried red peppers sold in the market, and there are no special requirements.

The most critical thing is to drain the oil.

Zhao family's family motto - stir-fry pickles to be willing to put oil!

If there is less oil in the pickles, the pickles will be dry, and eating them in the mouth will be like chewing salty hay. Only when enough oil is put can the pickles be fully soaked, and it will be mellow and refreshing in the mouth.

However, if you put too much oil, it is not good, and you will feel tired after eating it.

Zhao Yiming's unique skill in stir-frying pickles is to control the oil. Zhao Yiming in his previous life in order to practice this unique skill, but he worked hard and won the true biography of Zhao Guoqiang.

Zizi ...... Zizi ......

As the spatula stir-fries in the pan, the aroma of the pickles stir-fried begins to fill the kitchen.

"It smells so good!"

Zhao Yiming was stir-frying, and an intoxicated voice sounded behind him. Frightened, he quickly turned around and saw that his mother was standing behind him in pajamas.

"Obviously, when did you learn your father's craft?"

While sniffing the fragrance, Ming Xiao asked suspiciously.

"Mom, haven't you ever eaten pork, haven't you ever seen a pig run? After watching too much of my dad's fried, I wanted to try it too, but I didn't expect the first fry to be quite successful. ”

Oops, I didn't expect this stubble. Zhao Yiming only made up an unreliable reason to fool his mother.

"You're a kid, you're still a writer. What kind of metaphor to use, your dad is a pig, so what are you? ”

Mingxiao apparently accepted the explanation, and then lashed out at his inappropriate metaphor.

"That's right, Mom. You usually wake up before 7 a.m., why is it late today? And my sister doesn't seem to get out of bed. She's been waking up early. ”

An unreliable reason to deal with my mother. Zhao Yiming hurriedly changed the topic to prevent her from talking about this matter again.

But the tragic thing is that his ability to change the subject is really not very good.

"It's not because you've changed too much in the past two months. Two months ago, you tried your best to cheat your pocket money, and after these two months, you made hundreds of thousands, and in a few months, you might be able to earn millions. I slept with your sister last night, and you discussed it for most of the night, and I got up late in the morning. Your sister is washing up in the bathroom right now. ”

Hearing his mother say this, Zhao Yiming was so frightened that he hurriedly shut up and didn't dare to say anything.

Boiled white rice porridge and fragrant pickles are served on the table. Ming Xiao and Zhao Yatong also finished washing and changed their clothes. The family of three started their breakfast.

After breakfast.

Zhao Yatong pulled Zhao Yiming to accompany Ming Xiao to see the store, but she couldn't make trouble, Zhao Yiming had to follow obediently.

It rained in the morning, and there weren't many customers coming to Mingxiao's small supermarket. At noon, when it was sunny, the uncles and aunts who lacked salt and vinegar at home came out from all corners.

The small supermarket suddenly became busy, so busy that I didn't have time to go home to eat. Zhao Yatong was busy with her. Zhao Yiming rushed home and brought lunch. In the afternoon, when the shop was not busy, he was let go home, and he finally had free time for the day.

After being free, Zhao Yiming had time to continue last night's unfinished business.

Literature, music, comics, film and television are the four legs that he initially decided to walk in the future.

But after pausing for a moment to look at the bright future, he found that the reality was not so rosy. Of the four legs, two of them have no shadows, and the other two that exist are still unbalanced existences, one large and one small.

After being reborn, Zhao Yiming ******** wanted to take the road of literature at first. This path has been smooth so far. But the music that I want to use to make money is not going very well.

Looking at the 280,000 Chinese yuan he earned, there are 220,000 yuan for literature, and only 60,000 yuan for music, and the gap between the two is clear at a glance.

Zhao Yiming has made a lot of efforts for this, such as worshipping Shen Pinghe as a teacher, such as giving music to Ning Muxiang.

The biggest reason for worshipping Shen Pinghe as a teacher is that he envies Shen Pinghe's huge network, which will be of great help to him to enter the music industry in the future.

As for gifting music to Ning Muxiang, Zhao Yiming did not deny that it was an important reason to feel very much about the other party. But it doesn't mean that he is a sperm worm on the brain, and he has no discipline in the face of beautiful women.

After his first song suffered Waterloo. After careful analysis, Zhao Yiming finally summed up only one reason: it is not a problem with music, but that he is a newcomer and his popularity is too low.

If a famous singer releases "Gardenia Blossom", "Gardenia Blossom" will definitely not have more than 20,000 downloads in two months, at least a zero will be added in front of that 10,000 words.

Therefore, Zhao Yiming wants to play music well, and the most important thing is to increase his popularity.

How can I increase my visibility?

One way is to throw money, like "Fairy Tale Kingdom" praised Ange, spending hundreds of thousands of publicity fees, and it will naturally become a household name. It's a pity that Zhao Yiming didn't have that money, and he didn't find a place willing to spend this money for him.

The second way is to get in touch with celebrities, especially the much-anticipated piano girl like Ning Muxiang. If the song she plays is signed by Zhao Yiming, it is likely to arouse people's interest, at least those professional musicians.

Zhao Yiming gave Ning Muxiang two piano songs. He didn't sign the first song, first, he believed that Ning Muxiang would not take it for himself, and second, even if she took it for himself, he would only pay her in advance. And the second song, although the name is "To Ning Muxiang", the composer is his name. But then again, the name "To Ning Muxiang" means to Ning Muxiang, and no one should think that Ning Muxiang gave him a tune.

Although this seems to be a bit calculating, Ning Muxiang's taste. But Zhao Yiming's doing this should actually be considered a win-win situation.

At least that's what he thought. Instead of taking the music to those unfamiliar and unfamiliar music people. Go and grovel to their appreciation, ask for their help. It's better to cheapen Ning Muxiang, and then wait for those people in the music industry to find themselves on their own.

Zhao Yiming has already thought about it, as long as he can be sure that Ning Muxiang is a good partner. Even if he doesn't talk about his good impression of her, he will be a big help to her in the future, which can be regarded as compensation for calculating her.

However, first of all, Ning Muxiang must be able to withstand the temptation. If Zhao Yiming agrees, he will not take the song "The Mark of Rain" as his own. Otherwise, it's likely to be a one-shot deal.