Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 261 Entering the finals
Nian Shutong understood what Ruoli was thinking, and said bluntly, "I'm not preventing you from spending money, but just don't spend money indiscriminately."

"It's not so easy for me to make money." When Nian Shutong said this, he lowered his head in a low voice, pretending to be very difficult.

"But just now you only spent 37 seconds to make money, it seems very simple."

Rubble's words made Nian Shutong, who was bowing his head, feel that he couldn't follow the policy of being gentle and playing the emotional card towards them.

When she looked up again, she looked at the rubble menacingly and said, "I said don't spend money recklessly, do you understand?"

Wali nodded naturally, and said plainly to Nian Shutong: "That's right, Ms. Nian Shutong just now, I don't know Wali."

After successfully asking for money, Nian Shutong rolled his eyes at the rubble and left.

Nian Shutong shook his head amusedly, this life is really lively.

If it wasn't for his strong heart, he would be killed by this gang sooner or later.

Nian Shutong, who had finished distributing the poems, didn't care about it at all. It would be best if she could win. If she couldn't win, it was just a pity that she didn't win money. As for other feelings, I didn't have any.

She thought so, but Yu Lao didn't.

At this time, Poetry Society.

Yu Lao repeatedly read the verses about spring sent by the Earth Bar, and kept saying: "I know it, I know it, you have great talent!"

"The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as crispy, and the grass looks far away, but there is nothing close. It is the best thing to do in spring, and it is absolutely better than the imperial capital of Yanliu."

"Beautiful...beautiful..."

Yu Lao was completely immersed in poetry, and the Earth Bar must have successfully advanced.

The next day, the [-]-player promotion competition after the primary election also started.

It is still a submission, with Xia as the title of the poem, in exchange for the top [-] places.

This time, Nian Shutong was very happy. After receiving the content of the competition, he submitted it immediately.

Mr. Yu from the Poetry Club only wandered in that afternoon, and he wanted to ask the little staff.

"Yu Lao, the Earth Bar's manuscript has just been sent when the topic was released."

"What?" Yu Lao raised his voice unconsciously, and said to the clerk, "Why didn't you tell me so early!"

Yu Lao really didn't want to delay for a second, so he immediately found the poetry of the Earth Bar.

He attaches so much importance to it. Appreciating the Earth Bar is only one aspect, and the other is his love for poetry. For some reason, he feels that there is a sense of history in the poems of the Earth Bar.

After opening the submission email, the poem about Xia, like an ink painting, was displayed in front of the old man.

"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the softness. The little lotus just shows its sharp horns, and a dragonfly has already stood on its head."

Yu Lao repeatedly read, re-read, and tasted on the tip of his tongue.

It is clearly a description of summer, but it gives people a sense of peace and tranquility, even a bit of coolness.

He can't wait for Earth Bar to enter the finals, it will be a feast of poetry.

In the second round, entering the [-]th place competition, Earth Bar was successfully shortlisted.

The next day, the third email arrived. With autumn as the theme, a poem entered the top [-] finals, and the subsequent finals would be broadcast live on Xingwang.com.

This is Yu Lao's first live broadcast, and he also wants to better promote traditional culture.

Although everyone in StarCraft admires traditional culture, not many people are willing to learn it.

So this time, he also used his second son, Yu Zeming, to borrow his Youyu live broadcast to hold a live broadcast of the poetry defense competition.

Yu Lao didn't go anywhere today.

He didn't know when the Earth Bar would send an email, so he just waited here.

Their topic had just been sent, and the first email arrived in seconds.

"Old Yu, it's Earth Bar's contribution."

"So fast! It seems that there is accumulation in normal times." Yu Lao does not think that someone who can write a poem in the blink of an eye must have not forgotten the accumulation of creation.

Not bad.

It seems that I don't have to worry, the Earth Bar will give up poetry, and it seems that I still love it.

Yu Lao opened the email and began to read it.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. When the sky is clear and the cranes line up on the clouds, the poetry will be drawn to the blue sky. The mountains and rivers are clear and the nights are frosty. The trees are deep red and pale yellow. How can it be like the beauty of spring making people crazy."

"This... this... great talent, great talent."

Yu Lao praised repeatedly, and those who judged with him were also full of admiration. The Earth Bar wrote another kind of autumn, which is not lonely and desolate, but the autumn is refreshing, bold and unrestrained.

Different, really different.

This kind of poetry, just read it once, and the promotion is determined.

As for reading it a second time and a third time, that is all on my own will, just because I like it.

A promotion email was immediately sent to Nian Shutong's mailbox. When she received it, she glanced at it casually.

Oh, top twenty.

Not too surprised, what she sent was the essence of past dynasties.

Oh, next time I'm going to compete on StarNet.

Lest he forget, Nian Shutong also set an alarm clock on his optical brain to remind himself, as for Daodao and Xiaoba, don't expect too much.

Two teenagers with Internet addiction who are deeply trapped in the star network.

If it weren't for Nian Shutong's control and time limit, these two would have wandered around the star network all day long.

At this time, Nian Shutong had just finished practicing, and was sitting on a chair by the stream, listening to the sound of reading aloud.

The neat sound of reading, combined with the children's unconscious shaking of their heads, made her feel good.

When the morning reading was over, Nian Shutong also got excited, organized the children to the open space outside, stood in front and said, "Today, I will teach you boxing."

"Stand apart, with a distance of one meter between front, back, left, and right."

Nian Shutong's words were like the general giving an order, and the soldiers below started to move. Although it was a bit chaotic, there was no sound, and it took a little time to stand up.

For the first time, it was not bad.

Nian Shutong looked at the queue, and began to stand with his back to the children, raised his hands, started, Wu Qin Xi.

There are tigers, deer, apes, bears and cranes in the Five Animals Show.

Today, Nian Shutong is teaching Tiger Fist, which is ferocious in simplicity, round and natural, as if a real tiger is in front of him.

She, with her hands forming claws, fists with action, uses her mind as her god, and uses her energy to stimulate her strength. When she exerts her strength, she stares angrily, staring at a tiger, like an angry tiger coming out of the forest, pulling out a mountain with its two claws.

The hands are like wheels, and the steps move frequently.

The tiger leaps, the tiger leaps, and the tiger flips, one by one, bringing up gusts of wind, making the children behind and the people working next to them dumbfounded.

Even if you don't understand, don't understand, you can still feel how powerful this boxing technique is.

After finishing a set of punches, Nian Shutong began to break down and teach the children, and each of the children studied extremely seriously.

After the children have learned a posture, Nian Shutong asked them to keep the posture and not move, and every morning, they would practice the basics with a horse step.

She went down, checked the children's movements, corrected them, and walked to the end of the line, standing next to Fu Yunhe.

Fu Yunhe felt a chill hit the back of his head.

(End of this chapter)