My 1995 Small Farm.

Chen Ling is suffering from a second-year syndrome.

But now I have both a son and a daughter, a wife and children, a happy bed, a virtuous wife, and a harmonious family.

There is still money to spend.

With braised beef noodles, he can make money without doing anything.

He couldn't have fun all the time.

Gotta do something meaningful.

This era was a time when the commercial order of later generations had not yet been established.

It is a good time when everything is not yet saturated, qualitative, or stereotyped.

To Chen Ling, it is almost like a blank piece of paper on which he can paint freely.

Then he naturally has to do something meaningful.

When ordinary people try to find the meaning of life, they often run into obstacles everywhere and waste half of their lives. It would be better for them to make money and live a down-to-earth life.

But in a sense, Chen Ling is not an ordinary person.

He wanted to do something that he could do so that he would not have any regrets.

I don't want to have such a magical treasure as the Sun and Moon Cave, but treat it like waste and use it at the most superficial level.

He is not breaking the law, he is trying to do what he can within the rules.

"Those unspoken rules have to be broken by someone. We can't keep it this dirty forever, right?"

This is what he really thinks.

“Starting from the facts, the strong make the rules, not just bragging or shouting slogans. I use my advantages and absolute quality to set a benchmark.

Use good money to drive out bad money, and use good money to rectify the market."

In the words of later generations, it means focusing on quality, service, and various advanced business concepts.

What I want to do is to extract the essence and discard the dross from the advanced business experience of later generations.

“Cultivating high-quality dog ​​breeds, Chinese honey bees, beef, etc., takes too long, and it only takes three years. During this period, I can do too many things.

With Brother Yuemin setting up the stage, isn't it easy for me to teach him how to sing behind the scenes? "

Chen Ling felt calm inside.

Often when he is calm, determined, and hopeful, that is when he wants to write a story.

I simply took out the manuscript paper and wrote down my ideas one by one.

Take it as a memo.

After I finished writing it, I threw it into the Sun and Moon Cave and kept it. I couldn’t let others read it.

The memo is finished.

While Chen Ling was in a good mood, he took out another exercise book and wrote for two hours in one go.

A little over sixteen pages.

Probably more than 10,000 words.

"Very good. If I write another 30,000 to 50,000 words, I can publish a book."

Children's books don't have to be long.

What children like to read are short stories.

It is a light and concise writing style and a vivid and interesting story.

For Chen Ling, this happens around him every day, so there is no need to explain more.

Today Ruirui is the protagonist, tomorrow it will be Xiaolizi, and in the background is Liunier.

Switch between various perspectives.

It couldn't be easier to write.

"Okay, Fugui, I'll tell you, you have a great talent for writing, so start with children's books. In the future, write more, write several books, and hone your writing skills.

I will teach you how to write something serious.

Let's move up a level and join the Writers Association." It was after dinner, and a group of women gathered around the bed of Du Juan and her mother, looking after the children and discussing Qin Qiumei's affairs fiercely, defending her.

Zhao Yubao and Old Man Zhong slowly walked to Chen Ling's study and looked through his newly written manuscript.

"Is it a big deal to join the Writers Association? I found that Fugui's personality is a bit like Wang Shixiang. He is proficient in eating, drinking and having fun, and he can do it in a few ways.

In the future, in addition to learning some writing from Lao Zhao, you can also practice calligraphy and learn painting from me.

When you have accomplished something, bring it to meet Mr. Wang.

I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Old man Zhong said with a smile, holding the teacup.

"Don't flatter me like that. Wang Shixiang is such a person. Don't show off my little tricks to him."

Chen Ling quickly shook his head. He still didn't like to get close to people, especially celebrities.

In fact, if Zhao Yubao and Old Man Zhong’s temperaments were not very similar to his, he would not have taken the initiative to contact them. He would not have become close friends after meeting them once or twice at most.

"Hey, speaking of Wang Shixiang, Fugui, are you going to film a TV series with that drama master named Jiao Huang after the New Year? He is also from Beiyi."

Zhao Yubao remembered something.

"Yes, I have known this senior for a long time."

Chen Ling nodded. This senior actor had reached the pinnacle of acting and he truly admired him.

"This guy is very cultured and capable. When the time comes, you can talk to him and see if you can get along. If you are compatible, you can invite him over to get to know him. We can then discuss and rehearse my new work together."

Zhao Yubao seemed very interested.

"Oh? That's good."

Chen Ling was also a little looking forward to it.

"Old Zhao, don't be anxious. What did we discuss before? Didn't we let Fugui find a university to attend in the second half of the year? You have arranged so many things for him, can he handle it?

There are two little kids at home.

When they grow up, with Ruirui and the other three little devils, can we manage them all?"

Old Man Zhong reminded in time.

"Oh, that's not a big deal. Dujuan's babies will grow up soon. When the time comes, we can release one sheep or a group of sheep. We can just look after them together.

Ruirui's grandparents are here too, so there's nothing to be afraid of!"

Zhao Yubao waved his hand to indicate that it was no big deal.

“My son Dahai grew up like this. Sometimes his mother was busy and not at home, so when I was writing, I would hold him on my lap and play with him while I wrote.

Many times he tore up my manuscript paper and left saliva on it.

I dried them all again, pieced them together, and rewrote them myself...

Would you say it was hard and tedious at that time?

Don’t you think so? Just enjoy it, okay? "

"Okay, okay, you're awesome. I'm not as good as you at taking care of kids, okay?"

Professor Zhong said he was convinced and asked Chen Ling, "Fugui, the construction of the East Forest Farm will start tomorrow. The two villagers, Juying and Jujie, have found more than ten people in Chenwangzhuang and Jinmen Village alone.

You drove out earlier, and they didn't come to look for you, so they asked me to tell you to report to the farm tomorrow."

"Oh my god, you're here to report to me? How come you're more anxious than me?"

Chen Ling was stunned. Life is slow these days, let alone in the village.

There is no such thing as a firecracker that goes off immediately after the fuse is lit.

"Oh, they are all fine people. Either there is a funeral in their family and they can't visit relatives, or they are young bachelors or old bachelors, or they are anxious to get married.

All of these people want to make more money as soon as possible.

You have good treatment, free food and drink, and a lot of money, who wouldn't want to do this?"

Professor Zhong spread his hands and said that this was normal. If it wasn't just the fourth day of the first lunar month, there would be more people designated than now.

In his own village alone, the man recruited all the staff immediately.

"Okay, okay, let's start the construction early. Anyway, we don't have many relatives to visit during the New Year, so we're just sitting around doing nothing."

Chen Ling nodded, thinking that it would be a good opportunity to start the construction while slowly instilling some new ideas into Liang Yuemin. (End of this chapter)