When I was a child, my family was poor, and that was quite okay.

My father was a half-hung carpenter, a half-hung bricklayer, a half-hung stonemason, and a half-hung farmer. He has traveled from a young age to various industries. He is hardworking, kind, simple, and loyal, but he has a slightly short-tempered temper.

My mother was a strong-willed person, and it was at her insistence that I was able to finish college, and she was a little too kind. She was a devout Christian. The misfortunes of her life were soothed in Christ's world.

I was born in a poor ravine in Chongqing. It was my parents who changed my destiny with their hardworking hands. I was born in a place where I didn't even have electric lights when I came into the world. There are mountains everywhere, and things can only be carried on people's backs.

My father joined the first group of migrant workers in the area. He gave up his life as a carpenter, where he had studied for three years. In those days, carpenters had little to offer. Society has just emerged from the shadow of the planned economy, and not many people have yet reached the stage of enjoying material life.

Moving bricks on construction sites and building roads in the mountains, my father had no education and could only do these physically demanding jobs. Such work is not available anytime and anywhere, and his work is very precarious. It wasn't until he went to the Northeast that growing ginseng became his relatively stable job.

However, the input cost of ginseng is relatively large, and the capital recovery cycle is relatively long. So he can only grow ginseng for others to earn some hard-earned money. Many people who work there have also tried growing ginseng, but it's hard work. Most of them work for a while and then give up.

My father persevered. Ploughing and loosening the soil, planting and fertilizing, building sheds and weeding, each process is sweat and mud, and it is indescribably hard. At the same time, growing ginseng is also a technical job. In less than three or five years, you can only see their busy figures, but you don't know what they are going to do in the next moment.

My father gradually became a well-known expert. He even became a technical instructor at the local township specialty station. This is not a little culture, he has ever been the biggest "official". However, this "official" does a lot of work, but he is still treated as a temporary worker.

Later, he felt that he was stable, and he settled my home in the northeast. I had just started school that year. As we left, the village was given three days of movies. I thought we would have a good life from then on. But I didn't think that my home still didn't make any big improvements.

My mother likes it very much here, because here the products are relatively abundant and the mountains have good things. As long as you are diligent, you can gain something. You don't have to carry it on your shoulders here, and you can use an ox cart to pull things. In the mountainous area of my hometown, there are no substitute tools except for people. My mother, who had never been out of her hometown in the mountains, quickly adapted to life here.

Later, twenty or thirty people came to my father's hometown, hoping that he would take them on the road to prosperity together. My parents were people who thought about family affection. People in their twenties and thirties can't arrange work all at once, so they eat and live in our homes, and occasionally a few leave when they have a job.

Our family has no roots. More than 20 young men in their twenties ate them all, and my father's savings for several years were at the bottom. In addition, my parents are generous people and have never confiscated the food money of these people. After only two or three years of hard work, our family can't hold on. The word poor still haunts my father.

After several waves of defectors, they gradually regained their calm. But I didn't think about exporting ginseng, and I ran into trouble. This matter is related to national policy and the international relations between China and neighboring countries, and my father, who has not studied for a few years, knows about it. With the leakage of cultivation technology, the demand for ginseng imported from China has greatly decreased.

The whole industry is in a recession. A lot of the farms have been cut down and replaced with traditional crops. There are also some "greedy" farmers who are in debt crisis. Where else do you need a technician to grow ginseng? The father was also "laid off".

Later, when the market returned to normal, it was more than ten years later. My father is old and doesn't have the physical strength anymore to work in the industry. How much laughter and tears, happiness and bitterness brought to him by my father's most successful and proudest profession, only he can know.

Leaving the industry, my father started a life as a farmer in a foreign country. However, because they were immigrants, although they settled down, they did not get a share of the land. A farmer who farms the land and does not have his own land. Such days can be imagined.

Despite the hard work of my parents, our family was still very poor. My father's life was unfortunate, with many hardships and twists and turns. As the days gradually eased, my tuition fees became a huge burden on my family.

When I went to university, it was just in time for university education to enter the stage of full marketization. I am very grateful to my mother. It was at her insistence that I was able to get to where I am today. How glorious it is for a college student to come out of a poor ravine. In fact, I was carrying a heavy amount of guts.

I've loved reading storybooks since I was a kid. Naturally, I don't have it at home. My mother's Bible became my only extracurricular reading. My mother couldn't read a word. I read the Bible passages to her every night. Strange to say, my mother didn't go to school, but she can remember the stories I read.

Another way for me to read is through the story clubs of my classmates' families. It's really sad that people in our era still have to borrow books to read. Four famous books? Hehe, I haven't even seen it. Not to mention Lao She and Ba Jin.

I like it, I like all kinds of chatter. When I was in high school, I wanted to be able to write my own novels. I spent "a lot of money" on a beautiful notebook and told my table mate that I was going to write a novel. She got me done with it and made her the first reader. I said yes, but I didn't write down the whole chapter. How I wish she could read my book. I haven't been in touch for years, and I don't know if she can still see what I'm writing today.

At that time, there were three people who were willing to discuss with me. My tablemate Zhang Chao has similar grades to me, and he is partial to liberal arts. Liu Wenli, the next table next to me, is the most beautiful autographed I have ever seen. There is also a bookworm Zhang Bin, the rhythm of martial arts every day, which makes me sigh to myself, and his college entrance examination results also make me speechless, with a total of more than 250 points, of which Chinese accounts for more than 120 points.

Under Zhang Bin's "seduction", I also became a member of "hard work". He rents a children's novel in the small shop every day, and no matter in class or in class, he will always see him in a pose. I didn't have as much luck as him, because I was called to my parents because I read novels in class. Seeing my father at a loss in front of the teacher, I repented.

Later, "New Concept Composition" came about, and I met a peer named Han Han for the first time. "Triple Gate" has become a peak that I cannot surpass, but I admire very much. I've been wondering how he writes, how can he make up so many words? It's hard for me to even write a decent proposition essay myself.

Thankfully, I also got a perfect score for my college entrance examination essay. But I didn't have the courage to create. I went to a science and engineering university and worked as a science and engineering designer. My path became a distant dream.

Until today last month, I resigned from a white-collar job in a Fortune 500 company and made up my mind to become a literati.

Thanks to the support of my friends, my work has achieved decent results in the past month. I also successfully signed the contract, and also obtained the qualification of the homepage of Zongheng Chinese Network Boutique Recommendation. Thank you, thank you for your encouragement and support.

I hope I can go further and bring better work to my readers. I'm also willing to try more. At the same time, I hope you can help me more. As the saying goes: rely on your parents at home and rely on your friends when you go out.

In today's increasingly networked world, netizens have become part of our social activities. Most of us have entered a circle because of common hobbies, or for dreams, or for interests, in short, we have a common language. You will be an indispensable part of my life. I love you.

My first novel wasn't all smooth sailing, as I was blocked by the site's editor-in-chief for its involvement in prohibited content. After the revision, although it made a strong comeback, it lost its position on the new book list. That's the second place on the new book list, a good result that I didn't dare to think of, and it's gone. I was so frustrated that I stared at the notice on the website for a long time.

I didn't go out or do anything for the whole day when I couldn't see my work on the website, and I wanted to cry. Thanks to the friends in the "Vertical and Horizontal Novice Mutual Help Group", they said a lot of comforting words to me, which gradually calmed my mood. Thank you for coming hand in hand, supporting and encouraging each other, and I am sure that we can all do well on this path.

Dugu Qiu strives to present the most exciting works to readers, and such content may step on the red line, so he is cautious and cautious.

But still carelessly......

Writing is hard work, and at the same time, there are all kinds of shackles. We have to face the "cynicism" of our friends, and we have to resist the "good words and persuasion" of our family and relatives, and it is really rare to go on. But I'm convinced I'm okay. It's been a dream I've always had, and I'm not going to give up. Even if I encounter setbacks, I will wipe away my tears and face them calmly; Even if it is wind and rain, I will stride forward with my head held high. No one can stop me.

This time, "Gambling into the World" has been reborn, and readers are invited to continue to support it. There are still three ups and downs in life, let alone a novel. I believe that after such a tragic event, I will work harder, vow to work harder, and regain what I have lost.

After a week of hard work, although "Gambling on the World" did not regain the second place on the new book list, it still returned to the top five on the new book list. Thank you to the readers who continue to support me. I will turn my grief into strength and write more interesting stories for you.

At the same time, I also thank my responsible editor Tingfeng Xiaolou, she helped me get a chance to recommend, but it was canceled because my work was banned, and she worked tirelessly and actively strived for, under her strong recommendation, "Gambling into the World" once again got the opportunity to recommend the homepage.

"Gambling on the World" is full moon, and my writing career is like a toddler, I am very fragile at this time and need more people's care. I hope that the name Dugu Qiu'er can thrive with your help and become a towering tree. Thank you!

Yu Qingshan

Sunday, May 24, 2015