At 5:30 in the evening, Li Guohong's family of three and Li Guoru's family of five sat around the round table that had just been set up and began to have dinner.
In their Li family, Li Luo's grandfather is the eldest. There are two younger brothers and a younger sister in the family. One of them is the third grandfather who sold the house to them.
Further down, Li Luo's grandfather had a total of five children.
They are the eldest Li Guoru, the three aunts in the middle, and the youngest Li Guohong.
Among them, the age difference between Li Guoru and Li Guohong is twenty years.
When Li Guoru was twenty years old, he got married and had a child.
So much so that Li Guoru's son Li Dao and Li Guohong happened to be born at the same age.
Li Guohong went to high school because he had better grades as a child.
Li Dao, on the other hand, was naughty since he was a child. He dropped out of junior high school after one year, entered society early, and got married a few years earlier than Li Guohong.
So Li Dao's son, Li Luo's nephew Li Xiang, although he was three or four years older than Li Luo, he was one level younger than him.
Although now, I don't emphasize these things when we meet each other, and Li Xiang usually doesn't call him Uncle Li Luo.
But it's still a bit awkward.
Li Luo also felt awkward before, but after his rebirth, the 35-year-old soul faced a kid who had just entered college, and suddenly felt that the call "uncle" was not unacceptable.
But at the moment, Li Luo has no time to take care of this.
After all, since returning home just now, several people have been talking about Li Luo writing a novel.
After the three women came to the table, they started chattering even more.
"Can Li Luo still write novels?"
"What are you writing about?"
“Is everything posted online?”
When asked this question, Lin Xiuhong helped explain a few words.
Li Luo felt like he was sitting on pins and needles while eating, wishing he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
Fortunately, among the elders, most of them had not even attended junior high school and their academic qualifications were very limited. Li Luo was not worried that they would actually go see it.
But I can’t stand the thought that some people will really watch it.
Especially his uncle.
Although I didn't go to school much when I was a child, I learned how to read with my kind boss as an adult.
Later, I traveled around Qianjiang Province, worked in many businesses, and gradually broadened my horizons. When I got older, I was willing to continue studying and read a lot of books.
As his son Li Dao grew up, Li Guoru originally wanted to slowly hand over the family business to his son.
Who knew that Li Dao had no interest in inheriting the family business, but always wanted to make a living in various places.
As time passed, Li Guoru became disillusioned and simply liquidated the assets of his company, bought several houses and stores, and then retired to live his life.
After retiring, Li Guoru had nothing to do and was getting older. He thought that he didn't want to be forgotten after his death, so he wrote some memoirs by himself and found someone to polish them.
Later, I spent a lot of money to find a publishing house to publish it at my own expense, and with this, I entered the Municipal Writers Association of Yuhang City.
After such repeated activities, Li Guoru's life gradually settled down. He would go to the member center of the Municipal Writers Association every day, drink tea and chat with others.
But he didn't expect that there was a junior in their family who was somewhat interested in literature.
But after reading Li Luo's masterpiece, Li Guoru was silent for a long time, and finally said after careful consideration at the bustling dinner table: "Li Luo."
Li Luo stopped his bowl and chopsticks and looked up at his uncle with a puzzled expression.
Li Guoru paused for a moment, and after the dinner table became quiet, he continued: "Where is your book? I read a little bit."
"As for the level, with all due respect, if it were placed in the Writers' Association, it would definitely not be visible."
"Of course, you are still young. Creating this kind of thing needs to be done step by step, and there is no need to belittle yourself."
Speaking of this, Li Guoru stopped. Seeing that Li Luo could listen, he looked at Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong on the side and said to them:
"Li Luo is still young and may not understand much. You don't usually pay attention to this aspect, so you can understand it, so I have to explain it clearly to you."
"Internet literature is not the same approach as our traditional literature."
"Although they are all called writing novels, the content they write is very different, and online novels are even less popular."
"If Li Luo wastes too much time on this, it will really be a waste of energy."
"After all, I finally got into the No. 1 Middle School. If I work harder, can I get into Qianjiang University?"
"If I can get into Qianjiang, what will I do in the future?"
"When that time comes, I have obtained my diploma from Qianjiang University and found a good job. In my spare time, if Li Luo is really interested, it won't matter if I write these online articles."
"You don't know."
“In the past, online writers could not join our Writers Association in Qianjiang Province.”
"Only this year has an Internet Writers Association dedicated to online writing been established, but it is only a small organization affiliated with our Provincial Writers Association."
"If you ask other provinces, there is no such thing as an Internet Writers Association."
"If you take what you write online, people won't even look at it, and they won't even think about joining the club."
Having said this, Li Guoru took a deep breath and saw that everyone was silent. He changed the subject, looked at Li Luo, and said softly and comfortingly: "Uncle, I am not targeting you, I am just doing it for your own good."
"Now that you have been admitted to the No. 1 Middle School, your future hopes are all here."
"Look at Li Xiang, if you relax a little before the college entrance examination, you will miss out on Qianjiang University. What a pity."
"You have worked hard in the past three years and are focused on nothing. Once you are admitted to Qianjiang University, your future will be bright and smooth, don't you think?"
To be honest, if someone else came to his house and said something like this, Li Luo would probably have to stand up and fight with him.
But it was the uncle who said this, but Li Luo remained silent and just nodded silently, hoping that this topic would be over soon.
In her previous life, when Lin Xiuhong was seriously ill, her uncle was actually quite old and suffering from diseases, so he often had to go to the hospital.
When Lin Xiuhong was most critically ill, Li Guoru was also lying in the hospital ward. He still did not forget to tell Li Dao and helped contact the more famous doctors in Yuhang City.
Although what the uncle is saying now doesn't sound good, it is really for the sake of his nephew.
If someone else's high school kid threatened to write online articles, Li Luo's advice would probably be similar to his uncle's.
After all, only he himself knows his current situation, so it is normal for the uncle to make misjudgments.
What's more, he is still a member of the Writers' Association and has a bias against online articles, which is difficult to correct through simple communication.
So Li Luo simply pretended to be dumb.
Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong also listened attentively, nodded repeatedly, and then the topic passed away.
After they had had enough wine and food, Li Guoru and his family took a short rest, got up and left.
After Li Luo helped clean up the living room, he was pulled by Lin Xiuhong and sat on the sofa.
Li Guohong was also sitting nearby. It was a rare occasion for the family to get together and hold a family meeting.
"According to what your uncle said, why don't you stop writing this book for the time being?"
Lin Xiuhong asked softly, "Didn't you tell me before that even if you sign a contract with the platform, you won't write it if you don't want to? They won't pursue it, right?"
Li Guohong, who was next to him, also echoed: "Actually, I think you are good at writing, but what your uncle said makes sense. At worst, you can wait until you are admitted to college and then write this book. Just treat it as a daily pastime."
After listening to his parents' words, Li Luo sighed, and then said, "Have you ever thought of a possibility?"
"What?"
"I made money by writing this book."
"How much more money can you make?" Lin Xiuhong looked at him suspiciously, "You are still in high school. It doesn't matter whether you make money or not. Studying comes first."
Li Guohong also nodded in agreement.
After all, if they think about it, how much money can they make by writing books?
Can a child get a hundred yuan a month just for playing around?
Making money is a small matter, but affecting your studies can be a big deal.
"Ahem, it's like this." Li Luo took out his mobile phone, logged into Qidian APP, and explained to them carefully, "Look, my chapter has about two thousand words, and now I have written more than two hundred chapters.
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"Then, starting from these more than one hundred chapters, if you see the lock icon, from here onwards, if you want to read it, you have to pay to read it."
"A chapter of 2,000 words usually costs about a dime. As long as more people read it, you will make money."
"Then you can't make much money." Li Guohong muttered, "What can you do with a dime?"
Snap!
Just when Li Guohong finished speaking, Li Luo suddenly took something out of his trouser pocket and slapped it on the coffee table.
Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong both looked stunned. They looked towards the coffee table in the direction, and then their expressions were stunned for a moment.
"What is this?" Lin Xiuhong stretched out her hand, picked up the stack of banknotes, and couldn't help but wonder, "Where did you get so much money?"
In Lin Xiuhong's impression, apart from giving Li Luo a thousand and a half pocket money during the summer vacation, she had never given him any money since then.
So the five thousand yuan was definitely not given by them.
After all, Li Guohong had to rely on his own money to smoke a few cigarettes, so how could he have any spare money for a guy like Li Luo.
"Is it the royalties?" Li Guohong took the wad of banknotes with doubt and disbelief in his tone, "Is it true? It's a few thousand dollars, right?"
"Here is five thousand yuan." Li Luo said.
"Five thousand yuan..." Lin Xiuhong was silent for a moment, but finally said, "Li Luo, I know you are very powerful. At your age, you earn five thousand yuan by writing books, and other kids don't know what you are doing.
"
"But you have been writing this book since the end of June during the summer vacation. How many months has it been now?"
"It's been three or four months, right?"
In Lin Xiuhong's opinion, five thousand yuan is indeed a lot.
But if you earn 5,000 in three or four months, it will only be 20,000 to 30,000 in a year.
Yes, it is indeed a lot, and for a high school student like Li Luo, it is a huge amount of money.
But if I could use the income of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a year and a small 100,000 yuan in three years in exchange for Li Luo to be admitted to Qianjiang University.
For Lin Xiuhong, it was completely worth it.
But Li Luo's next words left Lin Xiuhong and Li Guohong completely stunned.
"These 5,000 yuan are only part of last month's manuscript fee." Li Luo coughed twice and reminded, "The manuscript fee in August was more than 7,000 yuan, and in September it was 12,000 yuan. The subsequent monthly manuscript fees will only be
More and more."
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Guohong's hand holding the banknotes shook.
"What did you say?!" Lin Xiuhong on the side was even more shocked and couldn't believe it. She thought she heard it wrong.
Chapter completed!