After the words were spoken, the whole family fell into the huge surprise brought by Jiang Yulou.

"This golden monkey's cigarette is easy to smoke, I used to smoke one, it's too expensive, I can buy a pound of meat."

"The sewing box Lou bought is good, there are thicknesses inside, and there are thimbles, and there are a few broken clothes at home that can be sewn this time."

"This cloth looks good when it comes to clothes, and you can keep it until Lou Wa goes to college in the future to make him a dress."

After dividing the things, Jiang Jianguo collected all the money, and one of the financial powers of the family was in charge of him, the head of the household.

Li Xiulian is preparing Zhang Luo's dinner, and her youngest son has bought a lot of pork, so the family can get some meat this time.

"Oops!" Li Xiulian turned her head and said distressedly: "Lou Wa, why do you have to buy pork belly, there is no oil and water at all." ”

She was very distressed, not to mention the expensive pork belly, and the fat was still less. This year is not better than the later generations, the rural people are poor, the daily meals are clear soup and little water, and the big fat meat is only willing to buy a little during the New Year. Jiang Yulou is good, all the pork belly he buys is what rural people can afford.

Jiang Yulou patted his chest and promised, "Mom, you can rest assured that you will make it for us to eat." In the future, when my book is published, our family will eat meat every day! ”

Eating meat every day?

Jiang Jianguo, Li Xiulian and their eldest son Jiang Yuanchao didn't dare to think about it at all, this was not a pipe dream.

There is meat to eat every day, even the cadre families are not so luxurious.

If Jiang Yulou knew what his family thought, I am afraid he would be even more sad.

In the end, Li Xiulian muttered and carried the pork belly into the kitchen, although she was distressed, she still had to make the meal, after all, it was a piece of kindness from her youngest son, wasn't it?

"Dad, you collect the money, the money our family owes others should be enough, right?"

"Enough, enough."

Jiang Jianguo's hand holding the money was trembling.

Over the years, the money borrowed for my youngest son's school has finally been paid off in one go, and there is still some left.

For dinner, Li Xiulian made pulled noodles, and the meat dishes were cabbage vermicelli meat and fried pork with shredded potatoes.

The two solid meat dishes, the family ate so oily that even the plates were scraped clean.

Two meat dishes used a pound of pork belly, and there is still a pound left to save a few days to eat.

After dinner, Jiang Yulou went back to the house and continued to write.

After writing for a month, this short story is almost complete, and now there are some details missing.

"Li 13 Tui Mo" describes the character and justice of the Chinese people, some small places are not handled well, and impassioned can become narrow-minded and greedy for life and afraid of death.

This should not be overlooked.

Speaking of which, this novel can be classified as vernacular literature, which can be said to be loess literature more rigorously.

is different from the most popular scar literature at the moment, loess literature, rooted in the land of Guanzhong, absorbing nutrients, and finally feeding back to this land he loves.

This is also the reason why he chose loess literature nowadays, although scar literature is popular and it is easier to become famous.

About the two literatures, more on that later.

The next day, the rooster crowed, and Jiang Yulou found out that it was repaired, modified, and a night passed.

However, looking at the more and more finished works on the table, he is naturally very proud in his heart.

These are the results of his efforts!

Rubbing his sour eyes, Jiang Yulou yawned. Although he was getting more and more sleepy, he had no time to catch up on sleep, and if he didn't wash and eat, it would be too late.

When eating, I don't know if it's an illusion, he feels that his family is very different today. How to put it, it seems that there is less numbness and more something called hope.

During the meal, everyone in the family talked and laughed, even the father who was always serious.

Such a warm scene made Jiang Yulou's heart warm.

That's the meaning of his crossing.

The life of the third year of high school is still uneventful, and the teacher doesn't care whether the students listen carefully or whether they can remember it, but just bury their heads in the knowledge in the books.

Jiang Yulou was desperate to find that even if he lived again, it would still be difficult to get into college.

Time has passed too long, and he has long forgotten the content of the college entrance examination.

You can't expect him to remember what he learned in high school when he was an old man in his previous life, it's too hard.

In this era, it is a great event to be admitted to university, and it is also of great benefit to work, but if you can't pass the exam, you can't pass the exam, and he won't embarrass himself.

Left and right is just a college diploma, and it doesn't have much impact on the path he wants to take as a writer.

Instead of wasting time listening to books now, it's better to get some sleep.

He hadn't slept all night last night, and he's so sleepy now.

Thinking of this, his eyelids were like a fight, and it became more and more difficult to open them.

He just fell asleep on the table.

No classmates will remind him, and no teacher will be unhappy, in this era, it is too normal.

At this time, the teachers in the school do not have the pressure of KPIs, so they can naturally teach as much as they want. Anyway, the knowledge has been told to the students according to the script, whether they can learn it, and what they can learn is the students' own business.

This night, Jiang Yulou slept very uncomfortable, and in his dream he became a great writer, but a reporter exposed him, saying that his works were not written by himself, but plagiarized by him.

He tried to argue, but found that he didn't speak at all.

Until more and more familiar old faces appeared in front of him, calling his name......

"Classmate Jiang, classmate Jiang......"

"Ah!!h

Jiang Yulou woke up from his dream sweating profusely, and then found that it was Tang Yuewen who slapped him and called him by name just now.

Tang Yuewen was taken aback by his reaction, and was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"It's okay, it's all a dream." After Jiang Yulou distinguished between reality and dreams, he realized that he seemed to have scared the beauty just now, so he hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry classmate Tang, I scared you just now." ”

"No, no, it's me who was too timid."

Tang Yuewen is such a person, even if someone else makes a mistake, she will blame it on her own head.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"yes, it's a nightmare, but it's all a dream."

I didn't understand what he meant, but as long as I wasn't sick.

Jiang Yulou had just woken up from a nightmare, his spirit was still a little tired, and his whole person looked sluggish, "Classmate Tang, are you looking for something with me?" ”

"Oh." Tang Yuewen took out six notebooks from her schoolbag in a panic, and then put them on his desk: "For you, I remember the notes of a few classes myself." ”

Jiang Yulou looked at the notebook on the table for a while, and he only remembered at this time that she seemed to be the one in the class who was admitted to college.

Somewhere in his heart was touched, what a gentle girl.

"Thank you."

The reason why Tang Yuewen did this, he naturally knew that it was nothing more than that he hoped that he could also get a good score in the college entrance examination and finally be admitted to the university of his choice.

He can't live up to the beauty, and in the future, it's time to put the review of cultural classes on the agenda.

Although it is not easy, trying hard and letting it go are two different things.

"How's your novel going?"