My Return to Life

　　 small box truck from Tongfeng to Daping all the way.

　　 Then he left the flat concrete road and turned on the dirt road mixed with gravel.

　　 across the rolling hills, arrived at the Maoba villager group.

　　 A few years ago, when there was still a coal mine near Maoba, there were a lot of vehicles coming in and out, and these two years have gradually become rare.

　　 So after the long ‘beep’ horn sound of a truck, the child looked at him.

　　 "Yeah..."

　　 When they finally stopped at Fang Nian’s house, the neighbourhoods of the Maoba villager group, which had only 30 households, saw the large items in the open-air carriage.

　　 Some of them are close, even shouting over to see.

　　 "Oh Yo, in the third house..."

　　 "……"

　　 This is the case in the countryside. There are occasional quarrels in the neighborhood, but the fish and water will never break.

　　 Watching the excitement is one aspect, and seeing the need for help is also one aspect.

　　 Thanks to the help of the neighbours to carry it around, it was done quickly.

　　 It was late at night, Lin Feng simply left everyone to eat.

　　 Seventy, eighty, ninety people are sitting around a big table for dinner.

　　 During the lively and lively process, everyone’s biggest concern is how the Lao Fang’s family is suddenly so ‘rich’.

　　 "Sansao, is this the youngest in your family who posted this outside?"

　　 "I haven't heard, the third child is still with our boss?"

　　 "Just for such a big refrigerator, it would cost thousands..."

　　 "……"

　　 will always be so jealous in and out of words.

　　 is more of curiosity.

　　 Fang Zhengguo ranks third among brothers.

　　 There are two older brothers. The eldest brother died early due to an accident in his early years. The second elder brother went out to work, and there was a younger brother who worked at home. Although five years away from the mountain, he could go home. Fang Nian met very few times.

　　 Fang Nian usually calls his uncle and uncle directly, after all, when Fang Zhengguo's eldest brother died early, Fang Zhengguo himself was only a teenager.

　　 Therefore, most of the scholars in the same group will call Lin Feng Sansao.

　　 is either to call the name.

　　 When the elders speak, Fang Nian rarely interrupts and just listens.

　　 Then he saw Lin Feng wave his hand, his face was three-point happy and seven-point gentle.

　　 "Hey, it's not my family's Habao this year. I don't read a good book very seriously. I learn from others to write novels. I have paid some manuscript fees. I must add something to the family."

　　嚯.

　　 Fang Nian came to understand, dare to love your mother, is this going to be ahead of schedule?

　　 Following this trend, I might be admitted to Fudan University next year.

　　 At that time, it was a year and a half.

　　得。

　　 It will be done for the next two years!

　　 Some of the aunts and uncles in the neighborhood who were eating with bowls inhaled air-conditioning, some sighed with emotion, and were surprised.

　　 "Didn't Fang Nian be in his third year of high school, why did he let him do this kind of thing?"

　　 "It's not a rush to earn money!"

　　 "Sansao, let me say, you still have to organize your Fangnian, we have not had a college student in Maoba for many years!"

　　 "Fang Nian, so are you, you should put your mind on studying, don't be like my second habao..."

　　 "……"

　　 Fangnian quickly lowered his head to pick up rice. He knew that his mother hadn't said anything else, it was not when he spoke.

　　 Sure enough, Lin Feng deliberately chirped his mouth and let out a ‘tsk’: “I’m too lazy to manage.”

　　 "He can arrange his spare time whatever he wants."

　　 "The monthly test was not bad, but it was a pity. I was only second in grade, one point worse than the first, but the score was one point higher than this year's heavy line."

　　 "I guess how you read it will look like a ghost..."

　　 I suddenly heard of this. There are still children in the neighborhood three or four who are in school, especially those in high school.

　　 "Aren't you in eighth middle school? Why did you do so well?"

　　 "How much is the main line this year?"

　　 "534."

　　 "That Fang Nian got 535 points?!"

　　 "……"

　　 said, these aunts began to feel sore, and even the big fish and meat they brought back from Tongfeng were not fragrant.

　　 "Let me say that Sansao will take care of children. Look at Fang Nian's full wall of awards since he started studying, and they can't be posted anymore."

　　 "I failed the high school entrance examination and went to the eighth high school. I didn't expect to still be able to study like this."

　　 "We are going to have key college students in Maoba!"

　　 "Fang Nian is really good at reading and writing."

　　 "He is handsome, look now, he is a big man, oh..."

　　 "……"

　　 With the envy of the neighbors and aunts, Lin Feng pretended to be nonchalant.

　　 "When I grow up, it's hard to control, just let him go, just like that."

　　 After dinner, each family left.

　　 Fang Nian, who hadn't spoken from beginning to end, asked: "Mom, you want to advance the scenery, are you afraid that I will accidentally fail next year?"

　　 Lin Feng snorted: "Dare you!"

　　 "You have finally grown up now."

　　 "You don’t even know who the one in the village took the second exam. After at least half a year of success, I would say how good my cubs are. Whenever I go, I say that when I was a child, I didn’t always have to be good at school..."

　　 "As long as she is going to be beautiful for half a year, I must be beautiful for half a century!"

　　 "……"

　　 Then came more difficult words.

　　 Why do they allow them to be beautiful, don’t you allow me to be beautiful.

　　The children in their family only know to ask the family for money.

　　 Fang Nian is a writer in our family.

　　The writer understands, right?

　　The kind that can publish books!

　　 "Hey, is there a book you can read about that online novel?"

　　 Fangnian quickly replied: "Yes, after the holiday, I will ask to see if it is on sale."

　　 had sold the simplified and traditional Chinese copyrights as early as September.

　　 Jianfeng also said at the time that after it went on sale, he would tell Fang Nian and mail a few copies.

　　 "What's your name, I'll buy some copies and come back then!" Lin Feng opened his eyes and smiled when he heard this.

　　 Fang Young coughed twice: "No, the publisher will give me a few copies, you will know the name when the time comes."

　　 Only then did he remember that the title of "I Want to Be Rich" would be too straightforward if viewed from a traditional perspective.

　　 seems a little ashamed.

　　 "You must bring it back then."

　　 Lin Feng said quickly.

　　 "You still have to focus on studying, and try to be admitted to a key university."

　　 "It's best to be the ones that everyone has heard of. I think Fudan University in Shencheng is very good. Don't just want to remake it!"

　　 "When your dad comes back at the end of the month, he plans to build a house, just like the kind of villa you said. When the time comes, everyone will tell them that my son's money was built!"

　　 "Be ruthless, not proud..."

　　 "……"

　　 There is no wine on the dinner table, but Lin Feng seems to be drunk and talks a lot.

　　 One sentence in the east.

　　 Fangnian stood on the floor outside the house, listening to the calls of various animals in the countryside at night, smiling at the corner of his mouth.

　　 thought in his heart: "Perhaps I didn't go to college in my previous life. Mom said that she was very open-minded, and she felt the most uncomfortable."

　　 "If there is no such a so-called mentality of chicken soup literature, if someone kindly pulls me..."

　　 "Even if I made money later and built a villa, maybe I still can't make my mother really beautiful..."

　　 After all, when the amount of money you own exceeds a certain limit, it is equivalent to a heavenly book in the countryside and appears untrue.

Fang Nian didn’t know how much money he once had, but he remembered that part of the income from royalties for becoming a **** was 17.6 million. After that, his assets expanded dozens of times, there were many properties, and his own industry. It was not that easy. Calculation.

　　 At an ignorant age in my last life, I was influenced by chicken soup literature and was unable to go to school well, so Fang Nian would be more grateful to Guan Qiuhe, because Guan Qiuhe had nothing to do with him.

　　 "In this life, you will surely be able to shine for half a century. It's not Fudan University, I will decide!"

　　 Under the night sky, Fang Nian made the second decision in his life that must be reached!

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　　Broken bowl.