Tomorrow, at 0:00 a.m., "Into the Liaozhai" will be released, and after it is released, the VIP chapter will be released immediately...
Tomorrow is destined to be the 24 hours that Nan Chao is most looking forward to and most worried about in his thirty years of life. Because tomorrow may influence Nan Chao's life path in the next thirty years.
Now, there are two roads in front of me. If I succeed, I will go to the right, which is the broad road; if I jump to the street, I will go to the left, which is the single-plank bridge. At this time, the power to decide the direction of my road is in your hands - the three collectors of this book
More than 5,000 book lovers.
Your one subscription is one vote.
I hope, really hope that once I wake up, I can see a number that allows me to concentrate on coding from now on... Therefore, I kindly ask readers who have the conditions to support the original version. Without the actual support of readers, I will write
Why does the hand last?
As for the subscription fee, it’s two cents for a thousand words for high-level V, and three cents for a thousand words for low-level V. What is this concept? Even if I update ten thousand words a day, all you need to pay is only two or three cents.
What is the concept of two or three cents?
Maybe, no one would pick it up if it fell on the ground... Give it to the police uncle? Please, that was a long, long time ago...
At first glance, it seems to be in full bloom, but in a flash it is gone.
——In 2009, Nan Zhao got married, in 2010 his daughter was born, and in 2011 his son was born. In just three years, the responsibilities of the family and the pressure of supporting the family were like two unshirkable mountains, weighing on a poor and frustrated person like me.
My body was heavy and it was difficult to breathe.
It's hard to be a man, and it's even harder to be a man who has to work all day long for a living. But in life, there are some things you can only grit your teeth and do hard, because you have no choice in front of you!
Gone are the happy days of muddling along, being a monk for a day and hitting the clock for a day. I miss it, but I will never regret it - only because of responsibility can I be mature; because of pressure, can I be tenacious.
During the period of starting a family, I learned a lot and understood a lot.
I understand that I am not that great person whose allyship is gathered just by the title of his book, nor that big shot who has thousands of die-hard fans cheering for him. I am just a person who threw himself into the street and chose to hide in an uninhabited corner, wipe away his tears, and then silently
Just a little writer starting over.
Looking back at the past, I have been around intermittently for five years, but all this time, I have basically been fooling around, not understanding anything, writing messy so-called articles, and posting them randomly, which are just the product of impulse. I have been intermittently.
It took three years to sign the contract for the first time, and the fourth year to put it on the shelves for the first time. There was still no push. As for the income, I couldn’t even make back the money from mailing the contract...
Okay, if you remember some hardships or you may shed tears, then with tears in your eyes, I would like to express my gratitude to all the brothers and sisters who supported this book and the Southern Dynasties. I would like to express my gratitude to the rest of the author group, my beautiful editor Dong Gua, and my editor-in-chief Mr. Hushuo.
And I must solemnly thank the platform - for several years, I have been ignorant here, stumbled here, and fell down again. Unknowingly, it has become a habit of dependence.
In short, without you, I would not be where I am today.
The Southern Dynasty had nothing to do in return, so it could only try its best to update the feedback.
Here, as a father of two children, I once again make a plea to all book friends. If you like it, please subscribe to the original version. It only costs a few cents at a time, which is really not much, but if you subscribe together, you can decide on a book.
The humble writer's family has enough food and clothing to live on.
Finally, I solemnly ask for monthly tickets from everyone. The monthly ticket battlefield in April is destined to be a divine battle, with smoke and flames everywhere. It is not a tragedy. It is conceivable that we, with thin arms and legs, are really guilty. But as the saying goes
It is said that soldiers who do not want to be generals are not good soldiers, so writers who do not want to compete for monthly tickets...
So, no matter what, you have to fight for it.
But Nan Chao was short, thin, and had a weak foundation. He had nothing to rely on. The only thing he could rely on was you, my dear readers and book friends.