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Chapter 146 Writing an Article Contribution

Li Kuailai is an only child, and rural people can have two children.But because after his mother gave birth to him, he was not suitable for raising him due to physical reasons.

Li Huaming thinks that having one son is enough, and he can save money for his son to go to college.

Their wish finally came true. Li Kuailai was admitted to university and could return to school to be a teacher. This is the manifestation of their ancestors.

"Wen Qiong, come back soon, serve the food quickly." Li Huaming shouted outside the house.

"Don't worry, I'm ready early in the morning." Deng Wenqiong came out of the house and took Li Kuailai's backpack.

Still a woman is careful, Deng Wenqiong discovered the injury on Li Kuailai's arm. "What happened to your arm?"

"Mom, I bumped into it by accident. It's okay." Li Kuailai disagreed.

But Deng Wenqiong was worried about his son's arm injury, so he just untied the gauze to check.

When she found a not deep knife mark, she couldn't help frowning and said, "Why are you so careless?"

"It's okay, I bought disinfectant, it will be ready in two days." Li Kuailai said intentionally, "Mom, I'm hungry."

"That's right, Wen Qiong, let's come and eat first." Li Huaming said.

Deng Wenqiong hurriedly let Li Kuailai into the room. There was already a plate of chicken on the yellow round table, three yellow chickens. The yellow skin of the chicken made Li Kuailai secretly drooling.

This month at school, I haven't eaten such a good local chicken.

However, because the family's economy is not good, this meal is considered an extra meal, except for chicken, it is only a vegetable.

In his own home, Li Kuailai was not too polite. He drank a bowl of thick chicken soup and ate three more bowls of rice, only then did he feel that he was no longer hungry.

Although some people in later generations do not eat thick chicken soup, they say that eating like this will make people gain weight.

But what Li Kuailai lacks now is oil, and he wished to eat a few more bowls of thick chicken soup to nourish his body.

"Mom, I'm tired and want to take a rest." Li Kuailai stood up shyly and loosened his belt.

Although he said he had to sit for a while just after eating, he felt a little tired.

Standing for several hours and fighting with gangsters, it is not bad to be able to maintain this state.

"Go back to your room and rest, I've already cleaned up." Deng Wenqiong said with a smile.

Li quickly returned to his room and sat on the small bed.

His house is a tile-roofed house with three bedrooms and one living room, with a large yard outside. This is a standard "suite" in the countryside.

Rich people have already built buildings. After all, coastal places like theirs have several typhoons a year.

Whenever there is a typhoon, the villagers living in tile-roofed houses are frightened.

Especially for typhoons exceeding level [-], villagers living in tile-roofed houses have to evacuate to the office building of the village committee or the homes of villagers with buildings.

Looking at the familiar scenes around him, Li Kuailai took a deep breath, and the memories of the past life and the future life continued to blend.

Suddenly, Li Kuailai saw some literary magazines on the desk, such as "Works" and "People's Literature".

These were all bought by Li Kuailai from a second-hand book stand before.

He has no money to buy new books, and only buys some when they are sold as waste books.

Books like this can be bought for a few cents a book.

Li Kuailai picked up the "Works" magazine and casually opened it to read.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

Writing articles and submitting manuscripts can still earn some manuscript fees to solve household expenses.

Although it is said to be reborn, he was just a teacher before. How could he earn tens of billions like the one written in the online novel?

But writing poetry, prose or short novels is still possible. After all, he used to like to write something, and he has always liked to read literary magazines. It is not difficult to write this.

Li Kuailai took out his pen and began to write on the letter paper.

It didn't take long for a 30-line poem "Going Home" to be born.

Li Kuailai fell asleep shortly after lying down.When I woke up, the room was a bit dark.

Li quickly checked the time and found that it was already past six in the afternoon, no wonder it was dark.

Li quickly got out of bed and looked at the wound on his arm. There was nothing serious about it.

He then sterilized with disinfectant, and no longer bound with gauze.

Li Kuai came and went out to have a look and found that his parents were not at home.

He knew that they had all gone to work in the fields, so he cooked first and waited for them to come back to eat together.

Now Li Kuailai's arm is still a bit afraid to do farm work, and it is estimated that it will be almost the same until tomorrow.

Today is the [-]rd, and I have four more days at home, so I can help with some work at home.

While cooking with firewood, Li Kuailai saw that he was idle too. He took his notebook to the kitchen and wrote the prose "Going Home" while watching the fire.

He has more than 30 years of literary skills, and he has read a lot of good works in his previous life. It is easy to write such literary works again.

At 07:30 in the evening, Li Huaming and his wife came back exhausted.

Because they had to kill chickens and cook rice in the afternoon and wait for Li to come soon, so they wasted some time and only now finished the farm work in the field.

"Dad, Mom, don't come back too late in the future." Li Kuailai said worriedly.

"It's okay, we don't have to work hard now, it's just that the farm work in the field has to be done, otherwise it won't be good to procrastinate." Li Huaming wiped off the hot sweat on his face.

Today's weather is so hot that his clothes are soaked through.

Li Kuailai hurriedly said: "I've boiled hot water, you guys hurry up and take a bath."

Li Huaming didn't say much, and went to get his clothes and take a shower.

Li Kuai came to see his mother packing things outside, so he also went out to help.

"Come on, isn't your arm hurt? Don't help me, I can do it alone." Deng Wenqiong refused Li Kuailai's help.

"Mom, it's just a scratch, it's okay." Li Kuailai was afraid that the knife wound would be poisonous, so he used disinfectant to disinfect it.

Later, the staff of the pharmacy said that the injury was quite light and not serious.

After Li Kuai came to help his mother put away the things, he asked, "How about the sugarcane price this year?"

"Not good." Deng Wenqiong shook his head, "I heard that the price of sugarcane this year is less than 200 yuan per ton, so we are doing nothing."

"Did you consider other things?" Li Kuailai was moved.

Instead of letting other students' homes change the planting, it's better to let his family come first.

As long as they taste the sweetness, other villagers will follow suit.

Li Kuailai remembers that after 2015, their family switched to dragon fruit, and they could harvest more than 1 yuan per mu.

And the harvest of one mu of sugarcane land is about 200 tons of sugarcane, and if it costs 1400 yuan per ton, it is only [-] yuan a year.

In contrast, farmers like to grow dragon fruit.

However, the cost of growing dragon fruit is also high. The cost of planting in the first year is more than [-] yuan per mu. If you pay back the cost in one year, you can make a steady profit in the next ten years.

"Someone raised this idea in the village, but they just mentioned it. No one dares to say whether it can make money or not." Deng Wenqiong shook his head, "We have grown sugarcane for more than 20 years, and we are used to it. Let us change it. I don’t have any other things in mind.”

Li Kuailai said anxiously: "But growing sugar cane doesn't make money."

(End of this chapter)