Chapter 2: Poverty is a disease. One dares to write and one dares to read...
Chapter 2
Lin Mujin knew that no matter how much she talked to her brother, it would be better for him to earn some money as soon as possible to improve the family's situation. Then he would naturally not want to drop out of school.
She made a public phone call at the newsstand, which still cost her one dollar to make a long story short. She then picked and chose and bought five newspapers, which cost her six dollars in total.
Last year a newspaper cost only five cents, but this year it has doubled.
No matter how painful it is, you still have to buy it, otherwise how will you make money?
"Brother, Uncle Zheng and I have already agreed. You can just go get your salary." Lin Mujin raised the newspaper in her hand. "I bought the newspaper myself. You don't need to buy more. Just buy some redwood fish."
Hong Kong Island is by the sea, so seafood is relatively cheap, especially redwood fish, which are sold by the portion, about ten dollars a portion, which is enough for a family.
Lin Muli nodded in agreement, "I understand, sister. You should go home and lie down quickly. Or should I take you home first?"
Lin Mujin naturally refused, "My injury is to my head, not my leg. You should go quickly."
After driving the people away, she walked slowly towards home and saw the food stall where her cousin worked not far away.
She is also very familiar with this food stall. It started as a couple selling wontons. Over the years, its size has expanded three or four times. Now it mainly sells various fast food meals and drinks.
My cousin is a true old employee, but her salary has not increased much. The boss is a bit stingy, but the boss's wife often asks the helpers to share some leftovers and scraps.
My cousin thought about quitting her job, but there were too few jobs that could take care of the family, so she had no choice but to keep doing it.
The subdivided flat they live in now is just across the street from the tenement building they once lived in, but they are like two different worlds.
What does the old saying go? The gap between people is sometimes even bigger than that between people and dogs!
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Lin Mujin took her cousin's pillow and placed them at the head of the bed so that she could be more comfortable leaning on two pillows, and then unfolded a newspaper.
The famous "Ming Bao" was created by that martial arts master.
But it is a pity that his golden creative period was in the 1960s and 1970s, and he has already stopped writing.
However, Mingbao is still very popular among martial arts fans.
"This style...hmm..."
From the perspective of later generations, it is old-fashioned and outdated, but the writing style is great and I was attracted to it unconsciously.
Lin Mujin read the article quickly, and felt a little unsatisfied.
I also briefly glanced at other sections of the newspaper, such as finance, entertainment, and social news.
I folded the newspaper, lifted the curtain and handed it to the old man, asking him to kill some time. There was not even a radio or TV at home, it was really boring.
"This..." is just right!
The newspaper in her hand should be a newly established tabloid. One third of it is entertainment gossip, and the rest are erotic novels, as well as a small number of advertisements.
“It’s great to be without the great god Hexie!”
The main feature is that one dares to write and the other dares to read!
I haven't seen anything below the neck in years. I miss it~
Lin Mujin couldn't help but read it again. She had already found an excuse in her mind. She had to do more research, otherwise how could she submit it.
Yes, she is going to write a short article!
The main reason is that there are many tabloids that accept this kind of article, and the demand is huge. As long as the quality is above the passing line, there is no need to worry about rejection. If this newspaper doesn't want it, you can submit it to another one.
The price is not particularly high, about ten dollars per thousand words. Now she doesn't have a computer, and it's good if she can write a thousand words an hour without getting stuck, provided that she writes the whole thing by hand. It's about thirty dollars to write three thousand words a day, and nine hundred dollars a month, which is really not much.
If she could earn 10,000 yuan a day, she could earn a lot, but her hands would become useless in no time.
I have to buy a typewriter when I have enough money. If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools.
But... she might not be able to write something so explicit.
But it's not a big problem. In fact, Chinese people still prefer to keep their faces half-covered, and she is good at this.
During her time as an editor, the internet was full of censored content, and there was a clear rule that writing below the neck was forbidden. Writers racked their brains, and then there was a kiss scene that was as good as a sex scene, and descriptions of an ambiguous atmosphere...
For example, the author has not actually written any actual content, but the readers (little fairies) are already smiling like aunties with their faces turned pale. This is the terrible thing about the atmosphere. The essence is to let the readers imagine.
Lin Mujin read the remaining newspapers again, and went to find a pen and paper to copy down the submission address, but found a big problem - there was no desk.
Before, she and her brother tried their best to finish their homework at school because their home was too cramped.
If there are no conditions, create them and move on!
Lin Mujin turned her gaze to the wooden shelf by the wall.
She cleared out a small area on the side of the second floor so that she could write while standing.
After copying the submission address, I began to conceive my first short article.
Pseudo-orthopedics, intersex, NP…, inspiration is like diabetes insipidus, but unfortunately I dare not write it, and a look of regret appears on my face.
How about writing a fan fiction? The first thing that comes to mind is "Dream of the Red Chamber".
It’s not her fault, as the Dream of the Red Chamber itself contains erotic metaphors and descriptions.
Qin Ke/qing, who was "a person with a dreamlike body and a sky of love and a sea of love", ended up "dying in lust in Tianxiang Tower".
Lin Mujin scratched his chin and already had an idea.
She planned to start writing from the fairy Jinghuan's world of illusory Taixu.
"Red railings, white stones, green trees, clear streams..."
The fairies' lives are boring, so it's not too much for them to look at the worldly affairs through the Taixu Mirror.
The newly married couple in the bridal chamber...
LSP is favoring his eighth concubine...
The young nuns in the nunnery are "entertaining" pilgrims...
Hehehe… doesn’t this give us a lot of room to play with?
Lin Mujin was chuckling in her heart while writing as if possessed by a god.
"Sister, what are you writing?" Lin Muli stretched his head to see.
Lin Mujin subconsciously turned the notebook upside down and changed the subject, "You came back pretty quickly. Did you buy the fish?"
"I bought it, I bought it, and put it outside. Sister, your face is a little red, do you have a fever?" Lin Muli reached out and touched his sister's forehead.
Lin Mujin covered her face with her hands. "Really? I guess it's a little hot in the room."
He turned his head and asked towards the curtain, "Uncle, A Li bought some sea fish. How do you cook it?"
Lin Muli quickly answered, "It's best fried."
Uncle Lin agreed good-naturedly, "Then fry it."
Lin Mujin pushed A-di out and saw half a net bag of redfish.
"Nice size."
Lin Muli tilted his neck and said, "I've compared prices at many places. This fishmonger has to close his stall for something, so he gave me a large portion and let me choose."
Lin Mujin found a basin and prepared to marinate the fish without waiting for her cousin.
She can cook, too.
Lin Muli squatted down and said, "Sister, I'm going with you. By the way, here's the money."
Lin Mujin looked at the roll of money handed to her and didn't rush to take it.
Lin Muli handed it forward again, "The ice room cost two hundred dollars, and Uncle Zheng even asked if your head was feeling better. I spent thirteen dollars on the fish and vegetables..."
Lin Mujin interrupted, "Just give me one hundred and fifty dollars, and I'll give you the rest as pocket money."
Lin Muli shook his head, "No, I have money, and I'm going to work..."
Lin Mujin said firmly, "Hurry up, don't waste time."
Because she had a fish in her hand, she didn't pat her little brother's head, "I'm investing in advance, and you will pay me back a hundred times or a thousand times when you make a lot of money."
Lin Muli patted his chest and said, "Sister, I will take care of you in your old age!"
Lin Mujin almost rolled her eyes. Who was she calling old? You loser!
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