Reborn Cultural Empire

Back in the tube building in the old town, Yang Yi's mother, Yang Min, was busy in the kitchen.

Yes, Yang Yi followed his mother's surname. As for the name "Hou Yi" he used when he was a child, he had long been forgotten in some corner with the departure of that unscrupulous father.

Although this is not the first time he has returned to his home 17 years ago, whenever Yang Yi looks at the almost empty living room, he still feels unspeakable feelings in his heart.

An old rattan sofa, and an old black and white TV set in the cupboard with a half-sliding door on the opposite side. The living room of more than ten square meters was originally small, but it seemed open against the few furniture.

There is also a door that is ajar, except for a piece of cloth curtain that has been remodeled from a single gauze.

This is the old house where I spent the first 15 years of my life!

As if he heard the movement in the room, Yang Min who was cooking raised his voice suspiciously: "Is it Xiaoyi? Xiaoyi, are you back?"

Before Yang Yi could reply, Yang Min, who rushed out of the kitchen because he was worried that outsiders would enter the house, saw Yang Yi standing there in a daze, and then gave Yang Yi a somewhat annoyed look: "Yang Yi, your ears I’m deaf, and if you don’t speak for a long time, I still have food in the pot!”

The past few days have been reprimanded by his mother, but for the reborn Yang Yi, this kind of complaint, which used to be the most headache, is now as loud as the sound of nature.

"At such an age, adults are still worried, and they don't answer for a long time when I ask a question. I'm really anxious to death!"

The women in the kitchen were still chewing their tongues, but Yang Yi just stood there and laughed, some things are always felt extremely precious when they experience it again.

Of course, there are other things brought to him by the rebirth, such as the "Chuan" lines that his mother frowned from time to time, which he has been deliberately neglecting before, and the traces of tears that bloom at the corners of her mouth whenever she picks up things that are eliminated by the unit or relatives. Joy, that is the happiness that poor people can experience, but now Yang Yi can only feel deep sorrow when he thinks about it.

Money and material things are necessary but insufficient conditions to measure happiness, and Yang Yi desires so much at this moment.

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Not long after, the mother and son went to the dinner table. Yang Yi thought in his heart that he needed to add the chapters of Cha Hua, but Yang Min found another topic: "Yang Yi, how is your review? You need to do better in the senior high school entrance examination this time." , or you will be annoyed if you have to pay a high price again!"

Although Yang Min also knew that his son was fighting against the school leaders, and he justified his name in one fell swoop, he secretly enjoyed it for several days, thinking that his son was promising.But as long as one thinks of Yang Yi's achievements, the strong single mother will feel a little depressed.

"No, I have the money to pay the sponsorship fee!" Yang Yi was thinking about other things, so he didn't pay attention to what he said?

"Rich? Where do you have money?" Yang Min wondered.

This is miserable, my mother is not a housewife who just messes around, Yang Min, who is alone with the older child, is a well-known strong and shrewd character, Yang Yi's thoughts turned sharply, and he finally decided to tell the truth To be honest.

Don't be distracted while eating, why bother!

Yang Yi had already made up his mind, took advantage of the gap between swallowing his meal, and cleared his throat: "Oh, it's like this, I should tell you about this matter."

Usually, Yang Yi talked one after another, and never greeted him in advance. Now that he opened his mouth like this, Yang Min immediately became a little alert, staring at Yang Yi with chopsticks: "Why, did you cause trouble outside?"

Yang Yi burst into laughter, what a classic reaction!

But the boy still suppressed his laughter and pretended to be annoyed: "Why did you cause trouble, so to speak... During this time I was conceiving a novel... It's not considered a novel, it's just a popular science book. I showed it to our Chinese teacher, but he This book is boasting to the sky! It is said that it can be published!"

"The high school entrance examination is coming soon, do you still have time to distract yourself?" Yang Min's eyes widened immediately, and the single mother's aggressiveness was clearly evident: "It's serious to study hard to prepare for the high school entrance examination, what kind of mess are you doing!"

Already anticipating this situation, Yang turned his eyes and said, "Mom, I'm going to publish it. When it's published, I can get extra points for the senior high school entrance examination. Maybe I can be specially recruited to Yuezhou No. [-] Middle School. Those who are good at the Experimental High School School……"

Sure enough, it was an extremely effective move. After hearing this, Yang Min immediately lost his mind to eat: "What? Can you still recruit special tricks? Isn't it? What do you write, so people like it?"

Yang Min was a little dazed. She knew that her son had a good foundation in Chinese since he was a child, and he had won many awards for his composition, but she really couldn't believe that this boy could suddenly write a book.

"Really, it's definitely going to be published!" Yang kept looking into Yang Min's eyes, avoiding the most important and only mentioning those that are guaranteed to be realized... As for the special tricks, hehe.

Yang Min didn't recognize the small trap in his son's words, but felt dizzy from being hit by a pie: "Writing a book, son, that's something that a very educated person can do! Hey ! My son is so capable now?"

The tone of the final tone is not entirely excited, but also somewhat unimaginable suspicion. Yang Yi looked at his sensitive, strong, and simple mother, and thought of those half-hearted people who are eager to write autobiography in later generations. Celebrities, as well as the overwhelming number of young online novels on the Internet, suddenly feel that the mother who regards publishing books as sacred is very cute!

Yang Min ate this meal in a daze, and he didn't get back to normal in the end. When he left for work at noon, he still asked worriedly: "Xiaoyi, can you really publish a book?"

Seeing his mother like this, Yang Yi felt amused, but also a little sad: "Really, it can be sold in Xinhua Bookstore before the high school entrance examination!"

"What do you want to eat at night? Mom will buy it after get off work and reward you!" Thinking of becoming a writer's mother, Yang Min felt a little unsteady, and wanted to tell everyone who knew the great news. people.

"It's late afternoon tomorrow, let's talk about it then!" Yang Yi knew very well what the family's financial situation was like, not to mention the days of wandering in the society, he was already used to saving money to live.

"How can I do that! A holiday is a holiday, and a celebration is a celebration, so I'll cook chicken for you in the evening!" Yang Min quickly packed away thousands of bowls and chopsticks, and went out happily.

……

In the afternoon, Yang Yi didn't go to school at all, but ran to the library of Yuezhou University.

Although the main historical line of the entire Song Dynasty is clearly engraved in Yang Yi's mind, and more than two-thirds of the special manuscripts he published in the section on the history of cooking wine in the previous life are also related to the history of the Song Dynasty, but people The brain is not a computer, and there are always some historical events that cannot be remembered clearly.

Apart from these small details, Yang Yi is full of confidence in imitating the historical interpretation mode and writing techniques of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty". He was one of the witnesses of the Mingyuemen Incident in Tianya Community in 2006, and he also carefully read the whole set of books afterward. Apart from the mixed reviews of this book, as far as Yang Yi himself is concerned, he likes it very much. This set of books.

What's more, there are real sales results there.

In addition, in the process of imitation, Yang Yi can also add countless Internet buzzwords and novel plots of later generations. In terms of catching readers' attention, Yang Yi, who is already a veteran, can almost guarantee 120% of the vote.

From Zhao Kuangyin's childhood, the characters in the pile of old papers have come forward one by one, connecting stories about gold and iron horses, or the love of children, or treacherous and treacherous stories; The loyal ministers and heroes of the past and the treacherous villain sleep together in the barren mound... From jerky to fluent, from writing a paragraph after a few minutes of conception to more than a thousand words in eloquence, Yang Yi simply forgot the passage of time and immersed himself in it Writing plans.

It was not until the time when school was over that Yang Yi returned home with a thick stack of materials and the finished manuscript in the afternoon.

And just when he returned home, looking at a table of manuscripts with a sense of accomplishment, the door of his house was pushed open.

"Yang Yi, you did a good job!" Yang Min, who almost crashed into the house, roared at his highest volume as soon as he entered the door, almost out of breath, even when he was cursing at the work unit and the concierge who had never been right. Never been so intense.

Seeing his mother's real anger, Yang Yi's heart subconsciously tightened, a little confused.

It was fine when I left at noon, so why is it like this when I go home at night?Wouldn't it be because he knew that he had skipped class?

Oh, Yang Man!

That girl who didn't think highly of me in my memory, but she was not in the same class as me, how could...

Too lazy to think about it, the originally tense heart relaxed again, looking at the anxious and angry mother with a disappointed face, Yang Yi patted the sofa that could only barely sit for two people, very calmly: "Sit. "

Yang Min was stunned by his son's old-fashioned appearance for a while, and then became even more angry: "Are you still in trouble? You skipped class in the afternoon and you still look steady?"

Yang Yi looked straight into his mother's eyes without fear, and the eyes intersected without any dodge or guilt. One second, two seconds... half a minute, until Yang Min's mood gradually stabilized, and then he slowly narrated his thoughts come out.

Seeing the sincerity on his son's face and his earnest explanation, he was completely different from the previous one who bowed his head and remained silent after saying a few words, but his face was full of disbelief.Rao Yang Min had a stomach full of typed manuscripts, and now he couldn't say a word, and he leaned back on the broken sofa after a long while, and sighed a long time.

"You know, son, what did your second aunt say when I told your mother Wang that my son was going to publish a book and become a young writer this afternoon?" In comparison, the whole person seemed to have been sucked out of his soul, without even half of his spirit.

My second aunt?Yang Man's mother?An image of a middle-aged woman who didn't know how to evaluate slowly emerged in Yang Yi's mind, and he didn't know what to say for a while.My second aunt usually doesn't have a good face towards her sister, and she speaks vitriolicly and viciously at every turn, and even looks at herself with disgust.

But every time the mother and son can't make it through, they can still help each other, but they are always full of gossip.

"She said..." Yang Min didn't expect his son to answer the words, and his unfocused eyes looked haggard: "Your son is very tired now, and he won't go to class if he doesn't say so. So he is hiding at home and becoming a great writer." At that time, the sisters and co-workers in the surrounding circle heard it! Son, if there is something wrong with your book and others say it’s not good, how can you let your mother hold her head up in the work unit in the future!”

Yang Yi was at a loss for words. In fact, even though he had more confidence in the unwritten words, the sad look on his mother's face and constant sighing still gave him a lot of pressure.

The mother and son sat speechless in the glow of the sky, and neither of them was in the mood to mention eating until the golden red color of the room gradually faded.

"Mom! It's my fault for advocating skipping classes!" In the end, Yang Yixian said: "In these years, you have been raising the family by yourself from morning to night, and you have been responsible for all the big and small things, which made you tired..."

Yang Min glanced at his son, not knowing whether he was telling the truth or trying to escape punishment, his mood was very complicated, so he didn't answer.

"But the matter of my writing a book is real, and it is safe to publish it. It is because I want to try my best before the high school entrance examination and see if I can make some impact through this book. I am so anxious. Even if I can't It’s a special move, at least you don’t have to worry about high school tuition.”

Why bother to bind yourself in a cocoon.

"Everything is as simple as you think!" Hearing what his son said, Yang Min became anxious again: "At that time, if there is no hope for the special move, and the score can't improve, I think you will be useless in this life." Already!"

Yang Min, who had been stunned for a long time, and who had never said such a serious word before, felt that he had made a mistake, sighed and forced himself to say: "Forget it, you skipped class and skipped class, it's useless to talk about it! If you need to pay for the difference, you can only go to your uncle and the others."

For the sake of his son, Yang Min didn't do too little to beg his mother's family to beg his brother-in-law. It's just that if he did too much, he would be looked down upon every time.

Yang Yi smiled wryly, at his age, he was really not convincing.I had no choice but to shake my head, took out the manuscript paper that I coded these days, and pushed it in front of my mother.

"What?" Yang Min feebly glanced at his son who was hurting and angry.

Yang Yi's tone was firm: "Let's see it before we talk!"