Chapter 4: Lu, Guo, Mao, Ba, Lao, Cao, Wei

Wei Ming briefly explained his idea of writing manuscripts to make money to subsidize the family.

Wei Jiefang thought he was being too whimsical.

Although his son's Chinese grades were good, that thing was the same as a writer? If you could sell manuscripts and make money just by writing small essays, he would have made a fortune long ago.

However, it was a good thing that his son knew how to strive for progress, so he shouldn't be overly discouraged.

"You just subsidize yourself, don't worry about the family."

Wei Ming thought to himself, can I not worry? If I don't worry, you old man won't live to sixty.

His sister was so smart, but because she had to help the family earn work points, her studies were delayed, and she couldn't get into her ideal university. Finally, she met the wrong person at the wrong time and in the wrong place, and was wronged for a lifetime.

And his mother, she was always thinking about going back to her hometown in Sichuan and Chongqing to see, but she didn't have the chance until all her close relatives in her hometown were gone.

Living a second life, these regrets must go as far as possible!

And at the current stage, engaging in literature was really a good way for Wei Ming.

Although the reform and opening-up started last year, the wind direction was fluctuating, and it would take a few years to stabilize. Before that, engaging in writing work could not only make money but also gain fame.

Doing things in China, sometimes fame is an amulet. You don't have to use this charm, but you can't be without it!

Plus his past work experience and life experience, maybe he could even become a literary giant in this life.

Lu, Guo, Mao, Ba, Lao, Cao, Wei—the seven heroes of the literary world!

In his past life, when he entered the capital for the second time in the 90s, he entered the Beijing People's Art Theatre to do odd jobs under the introduction of an elder from his hometown. He had done props, lighting, costumes, makeup, and sometimes played a bit part.

Finally, he stably worked as a stage artist for several years and even passed the third-level artist qualification certificate. At that time, he was already in his thirties.

An accidental encounter brought him into contact with the screenwriting industry. So, starting from an uncredited screenwriter, after years of tempering, he could also be nominated for the Feitian and Magnolia awards. At that time, he was already over forty.

Later, he saved scripts, organized teams, attracted investment, and established a small film and television company. The projects had losses and gains, but they were steadily rising.

Catching up with the Internet's major entry into the film and television circle, he seized the opportunity and made a big splash.

Only then did he reach the peak of his life at sixty, laying out the short drama industry and becoming a leader in the industry!

Film and television and literature were originally a pair of adulterers, and the principles were the same. The core was telling stories. Wei Ming's accumulation in this regard was unquestionable. Whether it was a hundred-episode long-winded story or a one-minute-per-episode silly short drama, his wonderful pen could always blossom.

"Are you going to write now?" Lao Lao Lao Wei put on his shoes, interrupting Wei Ming's memories.

Wei Ming: "Let's eat first."

"That's right! I've been hungry for a long time!" He was purely woken up by hunger.

He had to ask Wang Jingli where the faculty canteen was. After pointing out the way, he asked: "Did the two of you bring tableware?"

The father and son shook their heads in unison.

Wang Jingli smiled: "What a coincidence, our guesthouse happens to have two extra sets of new tableware. Take them, take them."

Naturally, the two of them expressed their sincere gratitude again. This manager was too good at being a person.

There were still many students on the road, and many freshmen were exploring the new campus together.

As they walked, Wei Jiefang suddenly stopped, pulled Wei Ming's sleeve, and squinted: "Look! Foreigners, damn!"

A white man and woman passed by not far away. The white man was taller than Wei Ming, and the white woman was dressed very coolly, with white thighs exposed.

Wei Ming thought of that scene before his rebirth and echoed: "Damn foreigners!"

Wei Jiefang felt that this trip to the capital was really an eye-opener. It was his first time seeing foreigners. He would let Little Ming teach him a few foreign words later, and he would have plenty to brag about when he went back to the village.

But the top priority now was eating.

Because it was a bit late, there weren't many dishes left in the faculty canteen. Fortunately, as long as there were enough meal tickets, the staple food was enough, and it was all fine grain. Wei Jiefang loosened his belt and ate openly; he only cared about drinking at noon.

This year, the drought in the Heng Lake area was severe, and the wheat harvest was poor. During this time, the family ate sweet potato flour and sorghum flour. It was hard to buy grain even with money. This was also one of the reasons why Lao Lao Lao Wei insisted on sending his son to Yanjing. At least he didn't have to go hungry.

Wei Jiefang sighed while eating: "It's a pity that the chili sauce your mother made wasn't left. If you put that thing in a steamed bun, tsk tsk tsk, it's a delicacy on earth!"

Wei Ming's chopsticks paused. He hadn't eaten the chili sauce his mother made for five years either~

At the same time, Wei Pingan went home wrapped in the smell of alcohol. Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to pick up the children.

But it didn't matter. It was so close, they could walk back by themselves. After pushing the door open, he saw Xizi and Lele playing happily on the sofa, holding paper planes in their hands, while his wife, Lu Xiaoyan, had her back to him.

"Xiaoyan, I'm back..."

When Lu Xiaoyan turned around, Wei Pingan's words were halfway through, and he almost laughed out loud. He saw that her lips were as red as two sausages.

"What's wrong with you? Did a bee think you looked good and kissed you?"

Lu Xiaoyan pointed to a glass jar on the coffee table: "It's all because of this!"

"This is... Oh, you dug it out. Brother Jiefang came to the capital, and this is the chili sauce made by Sister-in-law Shufen. I can eat spicy food, but how dare you eat this."

"I smelled it and it was quite fragrant, so I tasted it. I didn't expect that the more I ate, the more I wanted to eat, so I ate too much." As she spoke, she began to pour water into her mouth.

Wei Pingan picked up his chopsticks and took a small bite. It actually had meat particles, and more oil than usual. It was indeed better.

Although Sister-in-law Shufen didn't come, it was as if she was saying to him with this jar of chili sauce full of sincerity: Brother-in-law, I beg you, you must help your nephew!

Fortunately, he didn't fail his mission, and the matter had been handled.

Lu Xiaoyan put down the water glass and said: "I have already seen Wei Ming. He looked ordinary when he was little, but he is quite spirited when he grows up."

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"Ah, how did you..."

"Dad, Brother Ming picked us up!" Xizi said.

"Brother Ming also played with us and folded paper cranes for me!" Lele also spoke well of Wei Ming.

Wei Pingan suddenly remembered that when he went downstairs, Wei Ming specifically asked why he didn't see Xile. He casually replied: "They are in kindergarten, right there."

He didn't expect this kid to take it to heart and help him run this errand. Otherwise, he would definitely have been complained about.

Thinking of this, Wei Pingan felt that his hard work was worth it, and then he hugged his wife:

"Then let's invite Brother Jiefang and the others to a meal tomorrow. It just so happens that we haven't eaten out for a long time."

Lu Xiaoyan's eyes lit up: "A new Quanjude branch opened at Hepingmen. My colleague has been there and said it's very luxurious, and many foreigners go there to eat!"

"Okay, let's eat roast duck."

Wei Xi immediately jumped up: "Mom, I want to eat roast duck too!"

Lu Xiaoyan remembered her unfinished compilation work and felt annoyed: "Eat, eat, eat, only know how to eat. I think you look like a roast duck, and also like a candied haw. Go brush your teeth! Lele, supervise~"

When walking out of the faculty canteen, there was no one left inside. Wei Jiefang hadn't eaten so full for several months. He commented while holding his bulging belly: "The chef's level is average, far worse than your mother's, just willing to put oil."

Wei Ming thought to himself, don't say it, if you say it again, I want to go back to my hometown directly.

"No, I have to walk off the food." Lao Lao Lao Wei said again.

Wei Ming had something to do: "Then you walk by yourself. Do you remember the way?"

"I have a mouth."

Wei Ming pointed him in a direction and told him to go around Weiming Lake and come back.

He went one step ahead, returned to the room, and began the creation of his debut work. He already had an idea, and he believed that this article could hit Aunt Xiaoyan's preferences.

About an hour later, Wei Jiefang returned to the room with an easy gait. At this time, Wei Ming was squatting in the bathroom for a big poop.

Lao Lao Lao Wei leaned to the table. Whoa, he had already started writing.

Don't say, his son's handwriting was really not bad, and he wrote quite fast. He had already written two or three pages.

He picked up a piece of letter paper and read it, and the smile on his face gradually solidified.

His evaluation was: What the hell is this!

This is purely elementary school level. If this can be published, then I can do it too!

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(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 5 =====