When the train left the station, there were not many people in the carriage.

Along the way, there are stops at one train station, and many seats are empty.

Obviously, there are many fewer people who go out to work on the third day of the first lunar month than usual.

"A hard-seat ticket bought for one hundred and five yuan is comparable to a sleeper ticket of more than three hundred yuan."

Lying on the seat, Huang Liang fell asleep, with very little cash on his body, even if it was stolen, he didn't care.

As for the old-fashioned mobile phone on his body, he had long wanted to change it, and he didn't care if it was stolen.

From Chongqing to Zhezhou, when the green train runs fast, it will take more than 30 hours, and when it runs slowly, it will stop at the station and let go when it meets the train, and the whole journey will take more than 50 hours.

When the business is busy, the carriage is full of people, and it is inconvenient to pass by.

In the Qin State, trains and buses, no matter how many people they pull, are not overloaded.

"Peanuts, melon seeds, snacks, beer, cigarettes, drinks, does anyone want them?"

A flight attendant in his thirties, pushing a small cart, came to the carriage and shouted loudly.

"It's time to eat, just out of the pot three meat, two vegetarian soup, ten yuan a ......"

At dinner, it was another flight attendant, pushing the dining car and shouting as he walked.

Huang Liang, who woke up from sleep, walked to the toilet, took out a pack of white pagodas, took one and put it on it, and smoked it with an intoxicated expression.

The leader smokes, the customer smokes, the colleague smokes, and the people around him are smoking, and he doesn't want to be an outlier, so he has to smoke along.

Many experts say that secondhand smoke is more toxic than firsthand smoke.

In order not to be poisoned by others, he decided to help each other with those who smoked.

"Smoking is not good for the lungs, it is not good for practicing qigong, it's time to quit."

Looking at most of the red pagoda that was burning, Huang Liang hesitated, one was three cents and five, and he was reluctant to lose it.

"It's too difficult to quit smoking, so try to smoke less in the future until you quit."

Extinguishing the cigarette butt and throwing it into the bucket, Huang Liang returned to his seat and took out his mobile phone to read a novel.

"Novels seem to be quite profitable, and those well-written novels are all used for publication."

"I still remember the more than 20 years I experienced in my dream, and writing it is a novel!"

"In the memories of my previous life, many of the things that have long been forgotten have been remembered."

Last night, in his dream, when he was about to drown, he remembered a lot of the past, and he remembered it vividly.

After a rough calculation, Huang Liang found that it is not difficult to make money, but the difficult thing is that he is not famous for making money.

The medical skills he learned in his dreams would make him a famous doctor.

The cooking skills he learned in his dreams made him a top chef.

The music he learned in his dreams made him a musician.

The martial arts he learned in his dreams could make him an invincible boxer.

......

"Just making money is not famous, and being famous is too troublesome, which is not conducive to cultivation."

"You can make money by selling songs, you can also make money by selling spices, and the rest of the projects are fame and fortune."

After thinking about it, Huang Liang decided to return to Zejun and sell a few songs first.

Practicing martial arts requires money, a lot of money, and he doesn't want to be famous and wants to make money quickly, so he can only sell songs.

When he first woke up to his memory, he could only remember a dozen songs from the other side of the earth.

Last night, in his dream, before his life ended, he recalled more than 100 songs he had sung on the other side of the earth.

Coupled with what he learned in Mi Guo, Hu Guo, and Ruitu, he has nearly two hundred songs to sell.

In addition to those songs that can be sold directly for money, Huang Liang also has eight novels to copy, counting the original novels adapted from his life experience, nine novels can bring him some income.

When he was on Earth, he spent a lot of time and read many novels, but most of the novels, he read by skipping, and there were only eight novels in total that saw the ending from the beginning.

Although Hailanxing also has Mi Country, Hu Country, and Rui Tu, it is only similar to the three countries in the dream.

Of course, in order to sell those songs, he had to get the score right first.

"Now I don't have a computer, so I'll talk about selling songs and writing novels when I go back to Zejun."

After thinking about it, Huang Liang decided to think of his stage name first.

Logging on to the Qin State Music Copyright website, he tried to register Huang Liang.

"It's done, Huang Liang, this name is related to me, and it is very consistent with Huang Liang's dream."

Solving the problem of stage names, Huang Liang, who was sitting by the window, silently watched the scenery flying away.

It didn't take long for the train to enter the station again and stop again.

Local vendors, holding all kinds of goods, stand outside the window and sell.

"Beef, spicy beef, authentic yellow beef, five yuan a piece."

A young man with spicy beef came over from far and near.

"Bring me a spicy beef." Huang Liang said.

"Give." The youth used a plastic bag and filled it with some beef.

Huang Liang held five yuan in his left hand, and reached out to the plastic bag handed by the other party with his right hand.

Sitting inside the train and buying things outside the train, this is the only way not to lose.

When the train will leave, no one can say.

The merchant was worried that the goods were given to someone else, and before they could get the money, the train drove away.

Travelers are equally worried that they give money and don't get what they bought.

When he took the train home the year before last, Huang Liang saw a passenger who used 100 yuan bills to buy braised chicken legs outside the train......

The food on the train was expensive and unpalatable, and every time he took the train, he would prepare some food and change, and if there was something he wanted to eat outside the train, he would buy it with the change.

"Good value for money and good taste."

The spicy beef is a dry mix, about two taels of beef, and some peanuts.

Time was in a hurry, and when I was about to arrive in Zhezhou, the things on the train began to be sold.

"Socks socks, carbon fiber cotton socks, ten yuan and five pairs."

"Ten yuan and six pairs are not sold?"

"Sell!"

"Give me ten dollars."

"Three meats, two vegetarian soups just out of the pot, five yuan a piece."

"Isn't that what you just did? Do you sell it for four dollars? ”

"Sell!"

"Give me one."

"Sugar oranges, five dollars a bag, does anyone want it?"

"Three dollars is about the same."

"How many bags do you want?"

"Two bags."

The price of all kinds of things is one or two times lower than before.

Huang Liang bought socks for twenty yuan, and the same socks, if you go to the supermarket to buy them, the price will be more than double, and there are people who are cheap and don't take advantage of them, either to save face or have money.

Some of the people who suddenly became rich were extravagant, and some were the same as ever.

If it weren't for the change in the practice in the dream, Huang Liang would have gotten carried away a long time ago.

There are so many things that can be sold for money, you can enjoy them in your hometown, and you still need to go to work?

Reluctant to have a long-term crush on Xiang Feifei, he didn't want to break the peaceful life, until he had no friends, only money, or nothing, so he decided to go with the flow.

At this time, the goods on the train were on sale, and Huang Liang, as usual, bought some things.

Supermarkets may buy counterfeit products, but on the train it is different.

The flight attendants are serving iron rice bowls, do they dare to sell fakes?

Fake goods are sold on the train, and once someone reports it, the impact is not small.

The goods on the train are bought through regular channels, and the price is naturally low when the quantity is large.

"Passengers, Zhezhou Station has arrived......" The sound of the radio sounded.

Taking off his suitcase and travel bag, Huang Liang walked briskly out of the train station.

"Where?" Seeing him coming, a taxi driver asked.

"How much is Zegun?" Huang Liang asked.

"Two hundred." Taxi driver Wang Chaoxin said.

"That's too expensive, isn't it? I sat here from Zejun the other day, and I was only one hundred and twelve. Huang Liang said.

"Today is the fifth day of the first lunar month, and it is still evening for the New Year, and the price is naturally more expensive than usual." Wang Chaoxin said.

"Let's go." Huang Liang put away his luggage and sat in the co-pilot.

Now it's past eight o'clock in the evening, and it costs dozens of dollars to find a hotel to stay.

After more than 50 hours on the train, he was physically and mentally exhausted, and he just wanted to go back to the rental house and get a good night's sleep.

"Little brother, do you work in Zejun?" Wang Chaoxin asked.

"Hmm." Huang Liang responded.

"How's the salary?" Wang Chaoxin asked again.

"More than three thousand dollars." Huang Liang replied casually.

"It's much more comfortable than ours." Wang Chaoxin said.

"You drive a taxi, and there are eight or nine thousand a month, right?" Huang Liang did not deny.

"You give it to me?" Wang Chaoxin shook his head, and then complained: "We still have to hand over 3,000 to the company every month, and if the car is broken, we have to pay for it to repair it ourselves, and we will also pay for the oil." ”

"That's the same, it's not convenient to eat and go to the toilet." Huang Liang echoed.

"Isn't it? When I was about to go to the toilet, suddenly someone wanted to take a car, and it was a long distance, and it was a feeling that only those who have experienced it can experience. Wang Chaoxin smiled bitterly.