Chapter 2: , Five Elder Sisters and One Younger Brother

"Huh?"

"'Apple Fragrance'?"

"What kind of ghost song is this!"

Zhang Xian's face was blank. Apple Fragrance?

Are oranges and pineapples not fragrant anymore!

Ding!

The song "Apple Fragrance" has completed copyright registration in this time-space.

Copyright information can be checked on the "Huaguo Copyright Network."

At this moment, the system prompt sounded once again.

Zhang Xian was slightly stunned. That efficient?

He quickly opened the mobile app named "Huaguo Copyright."

This was a mobile app operated by the Huaguo Copyright Network, where copyright information for literary works, scientific technology, and more could be looked up.

Zhang Xian had inherited part of his old man's artistic cells. Back in high school, he had already registered his own account on the Huaguo Copyright Network and uploaded two original songs.

Unfortunately, those two songs were still in a state of nobody caring about them!

And now there was one more song named "Apple Fragrance" under his name.

Whew!

Truly efficient enough!

Zhang Xian sighed with emotion, then first took a look at the song's lyrics.

Red-billed geese fly back, reeds swaying in the wind

Sha Wu Lie Tai across the river

Is she there today

That year I came watering my horse to

Your white felt tent

After reading the lyrics, Zhang Xian was a bit disappointed.

It didn't seem to have any standout parts. Mainly, the song's background should be a minority ethnic region, and for Zhang Xian, there wasn't much sense of immersion.

For example, the chorus part.

Does the bayan still play

From Liu Xing Jie

A Li Ke Sang De La's bakery

Has the flatbread come out of the oven

What's a bayan?

Zhang Xian had no idea at all.

He had probably eaten flatbread before, but it wasn't very tasty!

However, this kind of song with ethnic characteristics was actually quite suitable for his old man.

His old man, Zhang Dongshan, had originally taken the folk song route as a singer, but the folk song track really didn't make money. Later, he squeezed into the pop singer track, but unfortunately his skills were limited, and on top of that he hadn't encountered any outstanding works, so he never became popular.

He boiled from an eighteenth-tier little singer into an eighteenth-tier old singer!

Mm, let the old man give it a try!

Zhang Xian made up his mind, then shifted his attention to the float bobbing on the water surface.

Half an hour.

One hour......

The water surface was perfectly still, with no reaction at all.

Zhang Xian yawned, simply pulled out his phone, and started playing games.

In the evening.

Zhang Xian, who had caught nothing, reeled in his rod and left the riverside grumbling.

He didn't go straight home, but went to the nearby seafood market and bought a big carp.

Only then did he ride his little e-moped back.

"Xiaoxian, you're back!"

"How did the interview go?"

The neighbor Grandpa Liu sat at the door as usual, like an NPC.

"What?"

"How many jin is this fish?"

"Must be six or seven jin!"

Zhang Xian lifted the big carp he had bought and gave it a shake.

"Whew!"

"Such a big one!"

Grandpa Liu looked at the lively big carp and couldn't help sighing with emotion.

"I'm off!"

"We're eating fish tonight!"

Zhang Xian rode his little e-moped quickly into his own small courtyard.

Liu Fusheng, coming back to his senses, shook his head: "This kid, just brushed past the interview like that!"

At home.

"Xiaoxian, you're back."

"Wow, such a big fish!"

Seeing Zhang Xian ride his electric scooter into the yard, Zhang Zhaodi rushed out of the house and took the plastic bag containing the large carp from Zhang Xian's hands.

"We're having braised carp tonight!"

After parking the electric scooter, Zhang Xian stretched lazily.

Who says fishing isn't tiring?

Fishing's a sedentary job too!

"Xiaoxian, can't we just not eat it?"

"This fish is still alive—let's keep it as a pet, okay?"

Hearing Zhang Xian planned to eat the big carp in the plastic bag, Zhang Zhaodi immediately pouted.

"I'm fine with it—ask Old Zhang if he agrees."

"Fine!"

Zhang Zhaodi immediately carried the big carp to the kitchen.

At this moment, Zhang Dongshan was preparing dinner; his wife had passed away early, so he raised the children alone, acting as both father and mother, and had honed his cooking skills well.

"Dad, can we not eat the fish Xiaoxian caught?"

Zhang Zhaodi shook the plastic bag holding the big carp, asking with hopeful eyes.

"This kid actually caught a fish?"

Zhang Dongshan looked incredulous, took the plastic bag, inspected the fish inside, and shook his head: "It won't survive—it's almost dead!"

"Besides, we don't have a fish tank big enough!"

Zhang Zhaodi sighed in disappointment: "But the fish is so cute—I'm not eating it, anyway!"

An hour later.

The family of three sat around the dining table.

Braised carp was tonight's main dish, placed in the center.

Zhang Zhaodi had already forgotten her promise from an hour ago; she devoured the fish eagerly, sauce smeared on her lips.

"Mmm~ so delicious!"

"It's so fragrant!"

"Xiaoxian, can you catch fish again tomorrow?"

After taking another big bite of fish, Zhang Zhaodi turned to look at Zhang Xian.

"Depends on luck."

"Who knows!"

Zhang Xian shrugged lightly.

"All you do is fish—when are you going to find a job?"

Zhang Dongshan scowled and rebuked: "Men must prioritize their careers—what kind of image do you give, loafing around all day?"

"You don't even have a job—how are you going to find a girlfriend? Or a wife?"

"It's just that the overall situation is bad."

"Everyone's getting laid off—jobs aren't easy to find."

Zhang Xian chewed the fish meat and replied offhandedly.

"Don't blame the environment if you don't try."

"Don't blame the big picture."

Zhang Dongshan sneered: "Don't think you can just stay home and live off us!"

"Look at your four sisters—none of them are worse off than you!"

Besides the third sister Zhang Zhaodi, Zhang Xian had four other sisters.

The eldest sister, Zhang Xinan, is married and works as a police officer.

The second sister, Zhang Shengnan, has a boyfriend and is a minor actress currently filming in Heng Dian.

The fourth sister, Zhang Laidi, is single and an intern lawyer, busy with work every day.

The fifth sister, Zhang Pandi, is single, a graduate student, lives on campus, and comes home occasionally on weekends.

Compared to his sisters, Zhang Xian, a graduate of a mediocre undergraduate school and currently unemployed, truly seemed worthless—no wonder his father looked down on him.

But Zhang Xian knew his father only talked this way—he could tell from the names of his five sisters that Old Zhang was deeply "male-preferential"!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to keep having children!

So since childhood, his father had doted on Zhang Xian.

And the favored child is often the least accomplished of all.

Zhang Xian nearly proved this timeless "truth."

Fortunately, he activated the system.

He became a man with a cheat.

"Dad, you don't think I stay up late every night playing games, do you?"

"Then what else could you be doing?"

"Creating! "

Zhang Xian declared solemnly: "I inherited your artistic bacteria—no, your artistic cells!"

"Since finding a job is hard, why not take another path—pick up creation again. After my tireless day-and-night efforts, I've finally composed a song perfectly suited for you."

"You've been live-streaming lately, right? You could sing it in your stream and see how it goes?"

"A song you wrote?"

"One that suits me??"

Zhang Dongshan was already pouting so hard his mouth almost reached his ears: "What song could possibly suit me?"

"Whether it suits you or not, take a look yourself!"

"If you won't sing it, I'll sell it to someone else..."

Truthfully, Zhang Xian wasn't confident either, because he couldn't see what was good about that song "Apple Fragrance" at all.

But it was a song rewarded by the system after all, so presumably there had to be something to it.

"Fine then, send it over and let me see."

Zhang Dongshan didn't want to dampen his son's enthusiasm too much, so he gave a casual wave of his hand.