At the beginning, Uncle Jiu wants to kill me

Chapter 124
After receiving the notification, it will be on the shelves at 12 noon on Friday.

So, it’s time to sell it on the shelves again (this is not for sale, it’s really miserable.)
First of all, I would like to thank the editor-in-charge Bacon for his support all the way, first of all, thank you for reading the article, thank you for the starting point, thank you for the editorial team of Xianxia, ​​and thank CCTV-_-||!

Okay, now that the opening remarks are over, let's have some heart-to-heart talk.

After dozens of days, our "Starting Ninth Uncle Wants to Kill Me" is also on the shelves.

It has been dozens of days since the book was opened. Although there are not many outbreaks, it is absolutely stable, and there is no interruption.

From writing a book in 15 years to now, it has been 4 years in a flash, and I have written a lot of books, some of which were short-lived and achieved a little success, and some of them died on the street.

But Lao Huo has persisted, from part-time to full-time, from a poor single dog, to now talking about marriage, I am very grateful to Wangwen, because of him, I changed everything.

I haven't been here for a long time. Apart from thanking Bacon for editing, I am our veteran.

Especially these days, those little friends who have been by Lao Huo's side all the time, thank you for being with you all the way, so that Lao Huo can go further.

You are the most loyal readers of the website, and Lao Huo’s most grateful partners. It is you who have supported Lao Huo’s entire life, given me a job, and given me opportunities.

I have written a lot of books, the worst subscription ratio is only 200-1, nearly 300 collections, only more than 2 subscriptions, the best subscription ratio, once reached 1-[-], only [-] collections, but has [-] A few subscriptions.

I say this because the book-to-subscribe ratio determines the longevity of a book, and is also related to the author's income, because it is necessary to support the family, so these are very important.

Not much else to say, Xiaohuo is a full-time author and a veteran author. Now that this book is on the shelves, although the results are very average, and even somewhat failed the expectations of the editor-in-chief Bacon, the update is still guaranteed.Veteran drivers, drive carefully and never stop randomly, so don't worry about updating.

The daily guarantee is 2 updates, and now there are nearly 10 collections. If the subscription has 1-5, one update will be added, 1-3 will add two updates, 1-2 will add three updates, 1-1 will add four updates, 1 -[-] will add five changes.

Never break your word!

...to be provocative...

It's 2020 in a flash, and it's a new year. We have encountered many disasters and hardships, especially Lao Huo. Since December last year, my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and Lao Huo almost collapsed.

The only child in the family is also a single-parent family. My hometown is Tangshan. Because the generation of my parents happened to be in the Tangshan earthquake, I have no relatives. I don’t know who can understand this misery. (It’s really not a misfortune, it’s just a feeling, I hope everyone can treat the people around them kindly. Otherwise, when you lose it, you will regret it.)
However, fortunately, a group of friends supported Lao Huo every day, which made me survive.Laohuo defeated the pain and withstood the virus, what else can defeat us?

No!

Speaking of this, I suddenly want to share an inspirational story with you, which can be regarded as a journey of Lao Huo, and I will encourage you all.

Until now, I still remember the scene that happened in the summer a few years ago.

As usual, I insisted on creating novels-the lights in the bedroom were on, very bright, and I sat in front of the old computer, typing on the keyboard intently, and writing novels.

At that time, I didn't have a bloated swimming ring, a bucket waist, an elephant body, a face like a pancake, and a well-proportioned me, I can be considered a healthy upper body, and my appearance can be eaten.

This is my second book, "XX of XX" in the fantasy category.

It embodies all my hard work!

At this time, it is in the new book period, and it looks like a hundred thousand. Friends who are familiar with it know that if you want to put it on the shelves, you need at least 30 to [-] words to put it on the shelves, so all the hard work will not be paid.

In the evening, my mother came back.Our home is on the top floor of a dilapidated old building, and there is no elevator on the seventh floor.With the sound of opening the door with keys, like all children, they are born to be afraid of the majesty of their parents, and I am also like this. When I hear the sound of my mother opening the door, my heart will tremble.

Of course, I think this is because at home, my mother is stricter than my memory of my father.

When my mother took off her shoes, she would subconsciously look at me. This is probably the habit of all parents.Seeing me sitting in front of the computer, typing and writing novels, my mother would always mutter on the menopausal side: "Are you writing novels again?"

Then, it was the tone that all parents in the world would use, which also revealed a little helplessness: "Look at the neighbor next door who has been admitted to the civil service..."

"Look at the so-and-so next door who got into the career program..."

In short, all the children from the next door are good, and all the children from other people's homes are good. It seems that you must be one of the top ten outstanding youths to be able to completely compare all the "next door".

Otherwise, it is not as good as the "Other People's Home" series (I don't know if the veterans of the old fire have this feeling.)
It’s just this kind of tone. After 20 years, I heard calluses growing in my ears, so I simply ignored it, and I still wrote my own wholeheartedly.

Suddenly, my mother muttered: "What's the use of writing a novel? It's not as good as a part-time job. If you help the family deliver more couriers, you can earn back..."

At that time, my family opened a small supermarket, and a rookie post station was added at the door to make a living, but the cost of express delivery was actually high, and there were not many young people willing to do this in the place where I was located, so I couldn’t find them for a while. People, and as a free laborer, I was naturally expropriated as a free laborer.

Fortunately, although express delivery takes time is cumbersome, but I have recently recruited two couriers, and I can hardly be regarded as free.But almost every day I have to go back to the store to help with delivery, sorting, and cleaning, so that when I take a nap at noon, I will sleep so deeply that my whole body is numb and I have no energy.

However... the five or six thousand writings per day cannot be stopped.

As for why...

That was me at the time, the only one I had, a humble dream.

It is also because of my humble dream that I persisted until the end of two books, one with 80W and one with 100W.

I don't know why that day, I was in a bad mood.

boom!
I slapped the table hard, very annoyed.

I hate other people's doubts!
However, all the efforts were fruitless, so it was impossible to fundamentally convince this hard-working mother who often said "it's for my own good and for my consideration".

The loud noise immediately irritated my mother, and she stared at me angrily.I don't know where the courage came from. I looked at my father and said seriously: "I have been an intern now. Give me a year. If I can't earn enough money to support myself, I will die of starvation and exhaustion." , The delivery courier ran off, and it is definitely not in the code!"

"Okay, I'll watch!"

My mother is sitting on the sofa, and my bedroom is far away, so I can't see her expression at all. I guess, she is probably sneering——

She often does this, always making negative blows when others want to take action.

Especially in his opinion, writing novels is a kind of waste of time similar to playing games, and even... not doing business properly. "I want to prove that writing novels is not an idle job."

Speaking of which, my first book really started in the first half semester of my freshman year.When I was in junior high school, I liked to play a game "Legendary World". I like the bloody fighting in it.

That was the impulse that everyone in our age group had at that time, just like when we watched Young and Dangerous, and I was no exception.

Just at that time, I liked a girl from the animation department, so, as a science student who could barely maintain a passing grade in Chinese, I made a vow that was somewhat ridiculous and wanted to attract the girl's attention: "I To be a writer! In this way, I can write novels, and you can adapt comics."

However, dreams are always floating and unrealistic.

What's more, this is for a kid who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, who always promises today and changes tomorrow.

That very wise and intelligent girl didn't pay attention to my words.

Maybe I want to prove that I am not an impetuous person, or maybe it is to prove that I can do anything, or maybe it is because of the legendary years of fighting that I am not willing to give up.

I started "creation", and the first book "Legendary XXXXX" began to drop the first word, the tenth word, the hundredth word, the thousandth word... The occupations in it were chosen by me within reason After taking up the role of a warrior, he simply fights, and fights hard with his will.

The male video novel I wrote (it was still a game in another world), at that time, system novels were not popular yet, and the beginning of a journey through thousands of stories, one can imagine how miserable the upcoming tragedy of my book will be?
17K, Starting Point, and Huaxia’s many novel websites on the Internet at that time were visited time and time again, browsed again and again, submitted hopeful contributions time and time again, and opened mailboxes time and time again.

Can……

One by one, there was no suggestion, only the cold rejection letter of "failure to meet the signing requirements". The effect was that the doors were closed tightly, cutting off all the paths I hoped for.

Confused, traumatized, disappointed...

I don't know how I spent that period of time, I just know that it seems that I am really not suitable for this path.That ridiculous oath was just a momentary passion of mine.

Maybe it's God's will to trick people, or maybe it's destiny in the dark, or maybe it's God's mercy...

A reply letter with many suggestions saved me—to be precise, saved me from the dark abyss of disappointment.That editor is called XXX (I won’t talk about it here).

I still remember his screen name, even though he is no longer my editor, but——

He is the one who put me on this path!
Well, he is my bole.

Although I'm a rookie who doesn't know anything, I don't know anything about the 'Ten Li Ma' (why is there a loss?).

I replaced the golden finger in the book and taught me the golden three chapters, slightly changed the beginning - I signed, signed on the website!

The feeling of being taken in, the feeling of home, is exciting and exciting.

In those few days, I spent in excitement and passion, and I seemed to see my bright future.However, it turns out that I was thinking too much, really thinking too much...

Signing a contract is really just a threshold!
At that time, there was a benefit on the literature website called full attendance—as long as 30 words were updated every day and [-] words were updated in a month, you could get [-] banknotes.

Coincidentally, at that time, several students in the dormitory were working as waiters outside, with a monthly salary of five or six hundred.It is enough to imagine how "huge" this money is to me.

Of course, that was a few years ago.

Now, although I am not as rich as a great god, but at least it exceeds this amount, let's skip this for now.

The day when I got the first manuscript fee of 1000 was my birthday, and I clearly remember that day—I took the old bank card in my hand and carefully inserted it into the ATM machine.

With trembling fingers, I entered the password slowly and cautiously, and then checked the balance. In my anxiety and irritability, I saw the balance on the card displayed as "1000". After that, I jumped up excitedly.

At that time, I was a person in my 20s, like a child.

For the next three days, I laughed foolishly.

Although I didn’t earn much, I earned it with my own hard work. When I received the first draft fee, I called my mother and said, “From now on, I don’t need to pay for my living expenses…”

In fact, at that time, it was very difficult for me to create these 30 words every month.

Especially for a freshman who has [-] or [-] classes a week, what's more, I am famous for my two-finger Zen (I can only use two fingers for code words, and I can't move all eight fingers together like others, ten fingers crossed fly).

But I just wanted to use this method to force me...

Because you don't push yourself, you never know how powerful you are.

Among my classmates, I was the first self-reliant person who supported himself with the money he earned.

dream?
It was not a dream at that time, I only knew that when I was writing a story, my heart would be quiet, and I really liked the crisp sound of touching the keyboard and typing it.

However, it is not so easy to persist in getting the "Perfect Attendance Award".

So I was helpless, whenever I was studying in the self-study room, others were holding books, but I was holding a laptop.My "maverick" has attracted a lot of attention.

In fact, it was already there when I started writing, but it was not obvious. "His writing is not as good as mine, and he still signs a writer?"

"A science student, still want to make some achievements on the road of literature? Are you kidding me?"

"Tch, I read it, it's just a primary school student's writing."

There will always be rumors, but most of them are contempt and cynicism.

These are happening around me every day, and I can also feel a lot of malice.

Even... There is always that annoying ghost standing behind you, watching you typing on the keyboard, and using a pointing tone: "You made a typo."

"Your sentences are not clear here"

"You don't even know this? Are you an idiot? Are you really a college student, not a primary school student?"

"If I write it, it will definitely be better than you."

However, he asked him to write, and he shirked with various reasons, "I am very busy every day, so there is no need to spend it on it. But once I write, my grades will definitely be better than yours."

"Your writing is so poor, you have to learn from me. My dad is from a certain writer's association in a certain province..."

(Finally, the current Lao Huo belongs to the Provincial Writers Association and the Municipal Writers Association. I don’t know if I can go back and play tricks.)
I still remember that very uncomfortable sentence: "Yo, Brother Huo, are you making literal garbage again?"

Text garbage?
It is undeniable that the quality of the first book is poor, and I don’t know what to write, what readers like, skills, plot rendering, foreshadowing, explosion...

All of this, I don't know.

All kinds of poisonous spots are overwhelming.

The book review area was full of curses!
No one taught me, so I have been studying hard, studying hard.

However, what really confuses me, what annoys me is not the sneering, not the sarcasm, not anything else, but—I write so many words every day.What exactly is it doing?
For money?For the name?Or for a dream?
It's like the philosophy of the soul's triple question, but I still don't understand it.

Unprecedented confusion!
Fortunately, my mother still understood me at that time and gave me great encouragement, otherwise I don't know how to spend this gloomy time.

It took more than 2 months, "Legendary XXXXXX" was completed, 80 words, as for the results... 50 hits.A month later, I wrote the second book after being repeatedly condemned by editors.

As for income, it has increased a little bit, but it has not broken through '1'.

At that time, my heart was very impetuous, and I wanted to get a lot of royalties to silence those people.

Soon my second book was finished, but the results were still not very satisfactory.

Then, I wrote new books, several in succession, with [-] words, [-] words, [-] words... Each book is on a different literary website.

However, the unsatisfactory results became the reason for me to give up.

At that time, I was irritable and hesitant, hoping to be appreciated by other editors and become a god in one fell swoop... Don't make more than ten thousand a month, just two or three thousand a month.

I didn't realize that it takes hard work to strike iron!
At the same time, during this period, my troubles also came one after another-the teacher talked heart-to-heart, and the head teacher talked heart-to-heart.Back and forth, I don't know how many times I have been "heart-to-heart" by the teachers.

The content probably says that academics are the most important thing, and the novels rarely succeed-they very much hope that I will return to the right track.

It turns out that youth is rebellious.Their words backfired. "I want to prove to you that writing novels is not an idle job!".

If there is no dream in life, what is the difference from salted fish?
Just when I was full of ambition and wanted to prove it, college students enlisted in the army.I chose to join the army without hesitation - I want to hone my will.

There is no salary for being a soldier, only a subsidy, which looks like five hundred a month, and most of it can’t reach your own hands, because you have to buy daily necessities and rubber shoes (a pair will wear out in a month).

Simply because I later became a clerk, at the beginning, I had to secretly code at the team headquarters...

I won't talk about this one, because hey, I often violate the rules, for the dream of codewords.

Later, 15 years later, I was discharged from the army and came back.

From picking up a pen, from part-time to full-time.

Perhaps it is the attitude of being a soldier that has affected my life. My rapid growth is faster than the sum of the previous ones, and because of this, I have a group of friends who are worth touching.

I can't help but talk a lot, maybe I'm older, I love to recall, as a person who starts with three, I feel a little melancholy in my heart, it will be on the shelves tomorrow, I hope you guys can support me.

Love you guys!
I heard that there is a popular term called 'White Prostitution'. Although I know that there are many such friends, Lao Huo can understand it, so I just hope that no matter where the friends are playing, they can support the first order tomorrow.

It's only a few cents, I'm afraid I can get it all out.

But this allows Lao Huo to go further on the road of web writing.

I hope you all can subscribe!
Finally, Lao Huo is very happy to meet you.

(After many years, I really want to hear my mother's nagging that once bored me, but I miss it so much. Please cherish the people around you, because the accident came too suddenly.)
Cherish what you have at the moment!
(End of this chapter)