Among the five subjects of the high school entrance examination, the Chinese test paper should be the kind of thing where even if you know all the questions in advance, it is still impossible to get a perfect score.

Not only is it difficult to get full marks for proposition essays, but there are also questions such as reading comprehension. Even if the original author writes it himself, he may not be able to get full marks, let alone Li Luo.

But even so, Li Luo, who owns the Memory Palace, took full advantage.

After all, for questions like multiple-choice fill-in-the-blank questions, he had prepared the answers early and could write them directly after getting the test paper.

This saves him a lot of time and allows him to face reading comprehension and proposition composition more easily.

In this way, Li Luo was confident that even if he had to grasp the smallest Chinese test paper, he could get a three-digit score.

Compared with myself who could only get 70 or 80 points in the test before, isn't that just stable?

but.

"I just finished one exam, what's the point of being stable?" Lin Xiuhong waved and said, "Hurry home and let Xixi help you with math again. Your dad and I will go back to cook."

"Xiuhong, are you leaving now?" Zhang Xuefen also received her son at this time and led him over, "Chunchun, this is your cousin, and your cousin, please say hello."

Li Luo looked at his cousin Wei Chun and saw him politely saying hello with a helpless expression. Then he looked at Zhang Xuefen and frowned slightly.

"Yes, we have to go home and cook quickly." Lin Xiuhong responded, "You should also take Chun Chun back to rest early. The children will have exams in the afternoon."

"That's right, Xiuhong, you guys go ahead and get busy." Zhang Xuefen smiled and pretended to be reserved, "My old Wei feels sorry for me and has to hire a nanny to cook, which makes me have nothing to do at home every day."

Li Luo looked at Zhang Xuefen speechlessly, then quickly took his mother's hand and walked forward: "Mom, I'm hungry, go home, see you cousin!"

As a result, as soon as we walked a block forward, a red Audi came up from behind. The window lowered to reveal Zhang Xuefen's smiling face: "How about I give you a ride?"

"No, no, no, we'll just go ahead and reach the intersection."

"Okay, let's meet in the afternoon."

Watching the red Audi's retreating figure, the family returned home in silence.

Ying Chanxi followed him in and quickly took Li Luo back to the bedroom before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who is that aunt? She sounds so annoying when she talks."

The corner of Li Luo's mouth twitched: "A cousin who loves to show off is my mother's mortal enemy?"

When Lin Xiuhong was young, she was a flower in the village.

She has been beautiful since she was a child, and she is also sensible and obedient. She is the only girl in the village who has been admitted to the town's junior high school.

Although Zhang Xuefen is also good-looking, she is outdone by Lin Xiuhong most of the time. Whenever she talks about the little girls in the village, she is always compared to Lin Xiuhong.

After graduating from junior high school, Lin Xiuhong learned how to make clothes from an old tailor in the village. She soon inherited the old tailor's mantle and made a lot of money.

Many people want new clothes for the New Year and the holidays, and the first person they look for is Lin Xiuhong.

At that time, Lin Xiuhong was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and she was already a wealthy woman in the village. She used the money she earned from working as a tailor to buy a small shop, and her business was booming.

In comparison, Zhang Xuefen is much worse.

So after she got lucky and found a good husband, Zhang Xuefen couldn't help but show off as long as she could see Lin Xiuhong.

Of course, if that's all, it doesn't matter.

But the appearance of Zhang Xuefen reminded Li Luo of another related incident, and his face became slightly gloomy.

But the high school entrance examination comes first, so let’s take the exam well first.

…

"Where are the books for your political history class?"

After lunch and lunch break, Ying Chanxi ran to Li Luo's room and asked.

Li Luo rummaged through his schoolbag and took out a few books.

After looking through Li Luo's textbooks, Ying Chanxi sighed speechlessly: "What are you talking about..."

The political history class for junior high school students in Yuhang City combines courses such as ideological cultivation, history, and politics into one class.

The total score is only 50 points, and it is an open-book exam.

But almost all of Li Luo's textbooks were filled with all kinds of strange and weird things.

Some unimportant pages were even torn out and used to make origami airplanes.

Although they are all open-book exams, there are huge gaps between different people's textbooks.

"Ahem... As long as it works." Li Luo looked at the very childish paintings on it, feeling a little embarrassed.

But for a 35-year-old man, history and politics are one of the few joys in daily life.

Even without open-book exams and no memory palace, political history is definitely his best subject.

But Ying Chanxi obviously doesn't think so.

She threw Li Luo's textbook aside, then ran back to her home. After a while, she came back with several books and stuffed them into Li Luo's hands.

"Well, you can just use mine."

A very beautiful textbook wrapped in plastic fell into Li Luo's arms.

He lowered his head and looked through it.

The blackboard writing in beautiful and compact fonts is a pleasure to read.

There are also marked papers of various colors pasted on the turning pages, with dynasties and key points written on them. When needed, just flip through them and you can find what you need.

Much more convenient than flipping through directories.

Li Luo looked at the textbook in his hand, then at the tattered books on the table, and then stuffed Ying Chanxi's textbook into his schoolbag without hesitation.

"Then I won't be polite."

…

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The closing bell rang for the third subject of the high school entrance examination, Political History.

Li Luo walked out of the examination room and saw his father Li Guohong standing under the shade of a tree not far away, chatting with someone.

Lin Xiuhong and Ying Chanxi were cooking dinner at home and didn't show up. The math test was over and after meeting Li Luo, they went home to buy groceries.

So only Li Guohong was waiting for him.

At this moment, in addition to Li Guohong, there were also cousin Zhang Xuefen and cousin Wei Dongrong.

"Yes, ten points of interest per year."

"Why are you still looking for me with such high interest rates?"

"Aren't we all relatives? A good project will definitely bring you together. Who among those who are engaged in real estate these days has suffered a loss?"

"Old Wei, you are making a lot of money. I am a small family, and I only have so little money in total. I have to keep it to buy a house for my son in the future. I really can't stand the trouble."

"Oh, I'm not in a hurry. We just want to chat first. Then we can take you to see the project and we'll make money for sure."

"Okay, I have to think about this, after all, it's such a big sum of money."

Li Luo walked up to Li Guohong and said hello to his aunt and uncle. He vaguely heard the content of their conversation, and immediately frowned and looked at the other person covertly.

After Li Guohong saw Li Luo, he temporarily stopped talking, waved goodbye to Wei Dongrong, and walked home with Li Luo.

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." Li Guohong shook his head, "You kid, don't worry about adults' matters. Just take the exam in peace."

Li Luo curled his lips helplessly. At the age of 15, he really didn't have much say in front of adults and elders.

If it were an ordinary trivial matter, Li Luo would naturally be too lazy to take care of it.

But after seeing his cousin Zhang Xuefen and his cousin Wei Dongrong again just now, Li Luo immediately fell into memories.

When I first went to school, I had no idea about my family's financial situation.

It wasn't until two or three years after graduation, when I was eating, drinking, and chatting with my dad that I learned that probably when he was in high school, his family had invested in a relative's real estate project.

It was originally said that the minimum investment could be 100,000, and an interest of 10 points would be given every year.

Although Li Guohong was tempted at first, his family had been working in a breakfast restaurant for more than ten years and had saved a total of 600,000 to 700,000 yuan through frugality.

So he only invested 100,000 a year in the beginning.

But then one year later, when it expired, I got the 110,000 yuan back, and I actually got 10,000 yuan in interest.

Both Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong couldn't resist the temptation.

After all, if you had invested all the 600,000 you had a year ago, wouldn’t that be 60,000 yuan in interest?

After all this time, I gained several months of extra income!

What happened next was, of course, a mess.

After all, Wei Dongrong's main business is not real estate. He just got lucky and secured a piece of land through connections.

Whether it's fund management or project planning, everything is in a mess, a pure grassroots team.

The house was in ruins, the company was bankrupt, and the money invested by Li Luo's family was stuck there. By the time he was 35 years old, he was still wrangling, with the principal plus interest amounting to more than one million yuan, and he had never been able to get it back.

At the time, Li Luo was still young and didn't know anything about family affairs, and his parents would not discuss such matters with a little kid like him.

But now that it happened again, Li Luo naturally couldn't let this happen again.

The only difficulty now is...how to make your parents believe what a 15-year-old child says?

Li Luo had a little headache.

But fortunately it's still early.

My cousin probably happened to bump into me today, so he took Li Guohong to have a chat.

If you really have to decide to invest, you will definitely not decide in a short while.

Li Luo sighed and did not test his father again. He planned to pass the high school entrance examination well first.

At least if I get better scores, I will have more say in front of my parents.

At least he must first let his parents know that he has changed his mind and is no longer the ignorant, naughty and rebellious brat he used to be.

…

When I got home, dinner was already ready.

Li Luo saw Ying Chanxi walking out of the kitchen wearing an apron, holding a plate in her hand, with a bun on her head, and a faint sweat on her forehead, which made him feel a little dazed for a moment.

He put his schoolbag back in the bedroom and took out a few tissues.

Ying Chanxi took it in surprise, wiped it briefly between his cheeks and neck, and then looked at Li Luo: "When did you become so careful?"

"I just want to thank you." Li Luo rolled his eyes, and then returned to normal, "Your textbook is very useful. Anyway, thank you very much."

Although Li Luo has a memory palace, he has never read the textbooks on political history even once.

So much so that even if he wanted to look through his memory, he might not be able to find the corresponding textbook content.

Fortunately, the content of the political history exam in junior high school was very simple, and with the help of Ying Chanxi's clean and detailed textbooks, Li Luo had a safe time in the exam.

"You're welcome." Ying Chanxi said with a smile, "As long as you can pass the General High School entrance examination, I can be considered worthy of Aunt Lin's usual care for me."

"I think your expectations for me can be a little higher." Li Luo coughed twice, laying the groundwork in advance, "For example..."

"For example, Yingcai? Or Shulan?" Ying Chanxi cited a few local high school students who were somewhat famous. "If they can get into the No. 2 Middle School, they will be very good."

"I think people still have to have some dreams." Li Luo said seriously, "For example, the No. 1 High School?"

"Dreams are beautiful." Ying Chanxi patted him on the shoulder, "Then come on, let's eat first."

"You must be admitted to the Affiliated High School." Lin Xiuhong came out with bowls and chopsticks. When she heard what Li Luo said, she immediately laughed, "I will promise to buy you the smartphone you wanted before."

"Mom, why don't you forget it? I can pretend you didn't hear it." Li Luo sat down at the dinner table and said seriously, "Smartphones are so expensive now, I'm sorry to cost you so much."

"Shut up, go eat." Lin Xiuhong slapped her chopsticks in front of him, "You have the ability to be admitted to the No. 1 High School, what conditions can't I agree to?"

"Then I only have one condition. Promise me to be gentler to me in the future. This way I will grow old slowly."

"roll."

[Bujie Diary]: I would like to declare that the background of this book is a parallel world and there are many magical changes. Please do not have any connection with the real world.
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