There are seven hardships in life: birth, old age, illness, death, resentment, love and separation, and unattainable desire.
The pain of life is especially severe.
" To Live " told such a story.
One was a story about people living for themselves, not for anything else.
When he was in another world, he had seen Yu Hua in person and heard him talk about the origin of this book.
It was said to have originated from a Chinese folk song. In the song, an old black slave experienced a lifetime of hardship. His family died before him, but he still treated the world kindly without a word of complaint.
In " To Live ", wealth was the same.
Fugui lost his parents, son, daughter, wife, son-in-law, grandson…In the end, only an old bull named Fugui was left by his side.
One man, one cow, two riches, living the rest of their lives in difficulty and peace.
……
In the next few days, he spent his free time at home doing rehabilitation.
His father, Yu Guoqing, was looking at the small shop. His mother needed extra lessons because she was teaching a third-year class.
Lin Yujing looked much better after he woke up.
She was even more interested in her painting and calligraphy training room. Every day, she would tell Yu Xian about the interesting things that happened in the training room.
As for the family, there were only the father and daughter.
However, Miao Miao was a lively and talkative girl, so she was not dull at all.
"Dad, are you the king of stories?”
"Mom said you're an engineer. What's an engineer?”
Miao Miao's question made Yu Xian blush.
Lin Yujing was too good at bragging about her father to her daughter.
He did study computer science in the past, but even if he was a graduate student, he could not be considered an engineer.
Lin Yujing, oh Lin Yujing, you're too immodest.
"Dad used to be an engineer, but he just woke up and doesn't plan to be an engineer anymore.”
"Daddy isn't a storyteller now. He should be called a writer.”
"Miaomiao, if anyone asks you what your father does for a living in the future, just tell them that your father is a very, very, very big author!”
When Yu Xian said this, he did not blush at all.
Making his daughter proud was the most important thing to him.
Miao Miao was a little over four years old now. How could she know that her father, who had been in a coma for five years, was bragging?
After hearing that, he shouted happily.
"Wahhh!"
"Daddy is awesome. Daddy is a great writer!”
"Dad, after we start, I want to tell Wang Mengxuan and Sun Tongtong that my dad is a great writer!”
"Humph! Let them show off every day that their father is some university teacher or company boss!”
"My father is a great writer who is ten thousand times better than their father!”
The little girl probably did not know what it meant to be ten thousand times more powerful.
He probably felt that the great author had brought along a great family, so he felt that it was very impressive.
Yu Xian felt helpless, but seeing how happy his daughter was, he couldn't say anything.
He thought to himself,'show off.'
Isn't it a little too much for a four-year-old child like you?
Moreover, the mentality of comparing with each other just now was not right!
"That's right. What's the big deal about a company boss in his hometown?”
"Miaomiao, I wouldn't go to a university to be a professor for a great writer like Daddy!”
Haha!
Wasn't it wrong to compare with each other?
However, Yu Xian did not lie.
In the other world, when he was the richest man on Earth, there were naturally many schools. Those famous schools all over the world fought over him to be an honorary professor, but he was too lazy to go.
"Roar! Daddy is so awesome!"
Miao Miao clapped her little hands happily.
"However, Miaomiao has to keep it a secret for Daddy first. You can only tell me after school starts!”
"Yes, yes. This is Miaomiao and Daddy's little secret!”
In his spare time, he could tell that after he woke up, his mother had been cooking delicious food every day.
Why did he say that?
This was because Miao Miao had visibly gained weight.
That little arm was so toot that he wanted to bite it.
He turned on his computer and took a look at the author's backstage. The review of " To Live " was finally completed.
He didn't do any updates in his spare time and directly threw in five chapters. Including the first chapter before the review, he had already thrown in more than half of the chapters.
Alive had less than 90,000 words and ten chapters.
Now that he had uploaded five chapters, there were already 46,000 words.
Different from online literature," Cultivated Land " didn't have the problem of signing a contract.
Every author had already registered their real name when they applied for an account and signed an electronic agreement.
This agreement had already divided the interests of the author and the website.
However, there were no copyright regulations.
While authors enjoyed all copyrights, they could also set their own charging model for their works, and they were relatively free.
When he was free, he took a look and saw that everything was free, and the highest price was 9.90 yuan per word!
As long as he was willing.
The 46,000 words uploaded now could be set to 9.90 yuan per word.
But no one did that.
Even those famous authors would not charge for the entire article, and the fees were so high.
Now that he had published five chapters, the first four chapters would be free, and the fifth chapter would be charged.
Why did he do this?
Because when the fourth chapter ended, the rich and happy life seemed to have begun.
As for the fifth chapter, it started to see knives.
However, Alive did not have any effect on Plowing the Land.
The data on the backstage was also updated by the readers.
There was nothing he could do about it. He had long thought that there might be a difference in literary preferences between the two worlds.
However, he couldn't possibly let him write a sentence like 'kneel' under his own article, right?
As the richest man in the world, he couldn't do such a shameless thing.
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