Sometimes I really don’t want to write anymore, but thinking about the situation at home and looking at myself, I have to grit my teeth and persevere.

I called my home today and it was raining heavily. The house was leaking everywhere. Two more chickens ran away and couldn't find them. The bag of noodles I just had just made was soaked.

My mother said that the neighbors around them had built large tiled houses and asked when our family could live in large tiled houses.

I looked at the manuscript fee that I just filled 200 yuan this month, and choked and said it was almost time to say that my book was good. I saved up a few more years and then went home to build a large tiled house.

After hanging up the phone, I continued to grit my teeth and type, calculating that I might be able to get 600 yuan this month, and I will not eat breakfast in the future.

I didn’t buy the clothes I had just looked forward to yesterday. How many years can I wear the old clothes I wear, and I can send them back one hundred yuan this month.
Chapter completed!