Join the time traveler chat group, but I haven’t time travelled.

Chapter 17 Xie Yuanshan’s Trouble
in the guest room.

"Hey, who is it?"

In a daze, Su Xiaolong answered the phone.

"Where are you fooling around? You don't have to go home so late?"

"You don't have to do anything at home, and you don't have to teach your children, right?"

"I gave birth to children for your old Su family and worked as a cow and a horse. Am I not a human being?"

"I have really suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck to marry you, a poor teacher. I have suffered eight lifetimes of hardship."

The roar of the Hedong lion came from the other end of the phone, and even Su Qing in the living room heard the roar.

Su Qing heard the voice. It was Li Xianglan, Uncle Xiaolong's daughter-in-law, a typical rural tough and shrew.

"I'm at Ah Qing's house. I drank two more drinks and just fell asleep."

"What's wrong with Zihan Zichen? Haven't they finished their summer homework? Why do they need me to teach them?"

"Okay, okay, I'll be right back. Why are you making any noise? I'm so annoyed."

Su Xiaolong’s slightly dissatisfied voice sounded.

He got up and came to the living room, his steps unsteady.

"Aqing, I'm going back, I called."

He leaned against the corner and said to Su Qing with drunken eyes.

"Uncle Xiaolong, you've drunk too much. Just sleep here for one night and go back tomorrow."

Su Qing stood up and walked over, helping him sit down on a chair in the restaurant.

Based on his understanding of Uncle Xiao Long, a pound of liquor is nothing.

I only drank about half a pound today, but I'm still drunk like this.

If wine is not intoxicating, everyone is intoxicated!

"No, if I don't go back, there will be another commotion at home."

Su Xiaolong struggled and insisted on going back.

"Okay, then I'll take you back."

Su Qing had no choice but to help him go downstairs.

However, he didn't drive and hailed a Didi.

Don't drive while drinking, don't drink while driving.

"By the way, Uncle Xiaolong, how is Zihan Zichen's study?"

In the car, Su Qing asked about his cousin's study situation.

Uncle Xiaolong has a son and a daughter. His daughter, Su Zihan, is 17 years old and will be in her senior year of high school in the second half of the year.

Son Su Zichen, 11 years old, will be in fifth grade in the second half of the year.

In the past, Su Qing had a normal relationship with her siblings and had little contact with them.

"Zihan's grades are not bad and he has reached the top level."

"Zi Chen's grades are average, but he likes to draw. The teacher said his talent is pretty good."

"I enrolled him in an art class during the summer vacation. One class cost 200 yuan, one class per day. The summer vacation cost me [-] yuan."

"As long as he is willing to learn, I will help him learn even if I sell it for money, hehe."

When it came to his children's studies, Su Xiaolong suddenly woke up from his sleepiness and started talking nonstop.

"200 yuan per class? So expensive? How long is the class?"

Su Qing was shocked. Sure enough, art is all about money.

"One class lasts five to 10 minutes. After the teacher has finished teaching, you will then practice freely for one hour, about two hours a day."

Su Xiaolong gave a thumbs up and said: "The teacher is a member of the Provincial Artists Association. His level is very high and it is worth the price."

"Uh"

Su Qing wanted to say that members of the provincial association are really not rare, and their levels vary.

Even he, relying on Qian Ding's online writing achievements, has become a member of the Provincial Writers Association.

These associations are all non-governmental organizations, and basically anyone who is engaged in this industry can join.

Maybe, this teacher's painting skills are very average, and he just relies on his mouth to fool him.

"Uncle Xiaolong, let Zihan and Zichen come to my house to play when you have time. Anyway, the two families are not far apart."

Arriving at the gate of Century City, Su Qing watched Su Xiaolong enter the gate of the community and said to him.After thinking about it, the grievances of the older generation should not be extended to the cousins.

Su Qing doesn't have many relatives. They are the only cousins ​​and deserve to be cherished.

"Okay, you cousins ​​should be really close to each other. I'll bring my siblings to your house in two days to recognize them."

Su Xiaolong waved his hand and entered the community with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The two of them made a tacit agreement not to mention Li Xianglan, obviously not wanting to cause any rift between uncle and nephew because of her.

Standing at the door of the community, watching Su Xiaolong go upstairs, Su Qing turned around and left.

Walking on the sidewalk, he slowly walked home.

It was late at night, already 10:30 pm.

Nightlife has just begun.

Thousands of lights, neon flashing.

Will-o'-the-wisps drove by from time to time on the wide road, and boys and girls screamed and whizzed by.

Su Qing felt that they were a bit noisy and didn't think there was anything cool about it.

Perhaps this is growth.

Su Qing walked back downstairs and was about to go upstairs.

Suddenly, he discovered that someone in the group liked him.

"@苏青, @清 Chuanxu Huaping, @民国小伊成, brothers, I'm in trouble."

trouble?

What trouble can Xie Yuanshan encounter?
"What's going on? Brother Xie, please don't be impatient and talk to us."

Su Qing was shocked and quickly stopped and replied.

"Worry!"

"+1"

Xu Huaping and Xiao Yichen are also online.

"It's like this. Didn't Brother Su and I trade a batch of grain two days ago?"

"The news leaked out, and several survivor bases in the surrounding areas came to my door and asked me to buy a batch of food."

Xie Yuanshan explained it again, and Su Qing finally understood.

After all, that batch of supplies was really the fault.

There are nearly two thousand survivors in Xie Yuanshan's Hope Base, a mixed bag of good and bad.

The news that he had received a large amount of grain was quickly spread by interested people.

Then, three surrounding survivor bases came to visit, saying they wanted to purchase a batch of food from Xie Yuanshan.

If they sincerely wanted to buy, Xie Yuanshan would naturally not have the heart to refuse and watch them starve to death.

But these guys actually brought all the troops and surrounded the entire base, with the intention of attacking them if he didn't agree.

Some ambitious people took the opportunity to stir up trouble, and now they hope that the base will be in chaos.

Xie Yuanshan was greatly disappointed and a little undecided. What should he do?
"Thank you, brother. Don't mind if my little sister says something unpleasant."

"Everyone says that I am a mentally retarded girl who is in love with someone from the Qing Dynasty. How can you not be the Holy Mother of the End of the World?"

"In apocalyptic novels, which of the leader-like protagonists has not experienced all kinds of betrayals and become no longer human inside and out?"

"If you ask me, you might as well be a lone ranger!"

"With your strength and the chat group with you, the world is so big, where can't you go?"

After listening to Xie Yuanshan's account, Xu Huaping couldn't help it and complained.

She had wanted to say it for a long time, but because of Xie Yuanshan's face, she had not said it.

"Young lady is right. Judging from my two and a half years of writing novels, the heroine of the Virgin is no longer popular in apocalyptic novels."

"Only cold-blooded and selfish lone ranger protagonists can win the love of readers."

“Readers determine the market, and the market determines the direction.”

Although Su Qing has retreated, he has been writing online articles for two and a half years, and his vision and experience are still there.

Today's readers prefer protagonists who get something for nothing, rather than hard-working protagonists.

Reality is already hard enough, but reading a novel makes me continue to struggle, without a sense of immersion!

(End of this chapter)