Now Han Yuan is penniless, not to mention the start-up capital for starting a business, and the fare for going out is a problem.

Qi Hongxiang walked out of the kitchen with a plate of vegetables, and said angrily: "Come on, just your father, Kong Yiji, can you go to the construction site to do tiring work?" ”

"That's not right, I think I went up the mountain to pick my feet, walked more than ten miles of mountain roads, and suffered a lot."

Lao Han was obviously not convinced, and described the hardships of his early years vividly.

Lao Han is a high Chinese, his academic performance is also very good, he is considered a cultural person in the 80s, and he can also write with a strong brush.

It's a pity that his family is poor and can't afford to pay college tuition, and his grades are not good enough to be free of tuition, otherwise Han Yuan might be able to mix with the rich second generation.

After all, the gold content of college students in the 80s is far from being comparable to the tens of millions of college students a year later.

"Alright, hurry up and get the bowl to eat."

Qi Hongxiang rolled her eyes, if she didn't care about her son's presence, she was afraid that she would have to uncover some of Lao Han's black history.

Han Yuan silently watched the two of them bickering, feeling a long-lost warmth in his heart.

He may not have imagined it back then, but such an ordinary family routine would make him feel happy.

It is said that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait.

And now, it's still too late.

"Yuanguzi, what are you doing in a daze, put down your things and wash your hands and eat."

"Oh good!"

Han Yuan put down his guitar and turned around and walked to the kitchen.

After a while, the family of three sat in the living room, eating and chatting about family life.

The most talked about is nothing more than Han Yuan's college entrance examination, and the results are still a few days away, and the second elder is much more nervous than Han Yuan.

"Don't worry, it's not a problem."

Han Yuan couldn't remember his college entrance examination results clearly, but he ended up in a second book.

Fortunately, after being reborn and returning to the college entrance examination, if he returned to before the college entrance examination, he was probably going to be quickly arranged to enter the factory.

"So confident?"

Qi Hongxiang smiled suddenly, she didn't know very well what the two books were, but as long as her son could be admitted to the undergraduate program, she was already very satisfied.

Qi Hongxiang paused as she spoke, and then said: "You said you were short of money before, right, Mom will give you a few hundred later, and you and your classmates can relax." ”

"The college entrance examination results haven't come out yet, so it's starting to reward me?"

Han Yuan was a little surprised, for a high school student in 03, a few hundred yuan is a huge amount of money.

"I'm rewarding my son for his hard work, even if he does poorly in the exam, I will give this money."

Qi Hongxiang has been working in the factory recently, and she can always hear her colleagues letting their children go out to play after the college entrance examination.

She and Lao Han are not rich and rich, and they can't afford to let Han Yuan travel far away or anything like that, but at least they have to make their son comfortable.

Han Yuan stopped talking, he tasted the familiar dishes, and there was a trace of warmth flowing in his heart.

This is his mother, a woman who doesn't have much culture, is always very aggressive, and has a knife mouth and a tofu heart.

As for his father Han Liheng, he is usually not very serious and is not good at words, but he has always paid silently behind his back.

For example, the money that Qi Hongxiang is about to give to Han Yuan now is actually Lao Han's salary.

Because the Han family is Qi Hongxiang in charge of money, most of her salary will be saved, and her daily expenses are all from Lao Han's salary.

After dinner, Han Yuan took a shower and returned to the room with the three hundred yuan given by his mother.

In the room, F4 posters are plastered everywhere, and there are guitar scores on the table.

Han Yuan sighed with emotion, this room that he had lived in for more than ten years was also full of too many memories of him.

From today's point of view, these scores were simply unsightly, but they still have a unique charm.

Maybe it's because I wrote it myself and put it into my own hands.

After Han Yuan sighed for a moment, he couldn't help but take out his guitar and try to play it against the scores.

"5,4,2,3,3...... no, this tone is too bland."

Han Yuan's face was full of disgust, and he took out a pen and paper to carefully revise the score that he could not complete that year.

After the change, he picked up the guitar again and plucked the strings and played.

Halfway through the play, the sound stopped abruptly, and Han Yuan put down the guitar with a sigh.

Maybe, I didn't have any star dreams back then, but simply liked music.

It's just that after I took music as a career development, I didn't like it anymore.

Han Yuan didn't care about the music score on the table after that, and lay on his back on the bed and began to make arrangements for the future.

As long as there is start-up capital, the university can start a business.

However, the three hundred yuan in his hand alone is obviously not enough, and he has to earn more money during the summer vacation.

Han Yuan thought for a long time, and had no eyebrows for a while.

Although he was reborn, he didn't remember what the lottery numbers were in 2003, and he couldn't get rich overnight.

As for stock speculation and the like, Han Yuan has almost never been in contact with it.

And he has no experience in business, no cost of trial and error, and no confidence to make money by reselling goods.

Why can't you do anything, you can't go to work, right? What do you do with that little money a month?

Otherwise, it's better to sing first to make some money?

After all, if you think about it, you have a musical understanding that is twenty years ahead of the world, and it would be a shame not to use it.

When he has a little money, he can start a business plan in college, and he will not just follow the path of music.

Although this will make Han Yuan's music too commercial, which is not in line with his so-called musical dream at the beginning, in his eyes now, these are just floating clouds.

Only making money is the top priority.

"Well, just do it, and act tomorrow."

"Wait a minute, what does this smell like?"

Han Yuan turned his head to prepare for sleep, and suddenly smelled a strange smell.

He looked left and right and found that the smell came from the yellowing marks on the sheets.

Nima, it's really a futon for teenagers......

Early the next morning, Han Yuan got up before dawn and secretly washed off a whole set of sheets and bedding.

Although it is his masterpiece, he is already himself twenty years ago, and he is somewhat out of place.

"Ancient son, why did you get up so early?"

"Oh, I have something to do with my classmates, I might be a little late to come back today, and then I'll eat breakfast out."

Han Yuan ran out of the house without giving Qi Hongxiang a chance to ask more.

Qi Hongxiang combed her hair at the door, a little funny, Han Yuan only got the money last night, so he couldn't help but go out and be presumptuous?