Chapter 113: Everyone's Success
"These are the knowledge points you two need to master this year. I have listed them on the test paper.
Study hard and don’t be lazy! Even though I’m not at home, I can check whether you two have studied hard when I come back.”
Li Ye placed two large piles of papers in front of Li Juan and Zhao Meiwen, which frightened the two thirteen or fourteen-year-old children.
[With so many papers, when will I finish them? And this is from this year]
The two little girls are still in junior high school. They have no idea how cruel the college entrance examination is. They actually think that their brother got into college by having fun all the way thanks to the protection of Old Master Huai!
Now seeing the test paper that was more than a foot thick, the two seemed to understand what this "concentration" that the elder brother had been bragging about these days meant.
When Li Ye was intensively asking questions at Erliangdian, he had already made plans for Li Juan.
All the papers increase in difficulty gradually from junior high school to high school. The simplest basic papers are just suitable for Li Juan and Zhao Meiwen now.
However, after a brief surprise, Li Juan and Zhao Meiwen's subsequent reactions were different.
Zhao Meiwen was a little worried, but then she gritted her teeth and was determined.
Li Juan's eyes lit up, and she asked eagerly, "Brother, if I learn all these in half a year, can I continue to take the papers in the wooden box?"
Li Ye brought back a box of papers from the Second Grain Store. Now Li Juan hasn't even understood the simplest ones, but she's already eating from the bowl and looking at the pot.
Li Ye touched her head and said, "Of course you can, but don't go too fast. Do you still want to go to college at the age of fifteen?"
Before Li Juan could reply, Zhao Meiwen said, "HKUST has a junior class. Not to mention fifteen, even eleven years old is fine."
“Heh~”
Li Ye smiled and said, "If it's not necessary, don't hang out with geniuses. It's very discouraging."
In 1978, the Junior Class of HKUST enrolled a student named Xie, who was only 11 years old and could be regarded as an idol of contemporary young students.
But Li Ye felt that Li Juan and Zhao Meiwen were both normal people, so it would be better for them to live normal lives.
At this time, Li Ying, who was half a head shorter than Li Juan, came over timidly, looked at Li Ye and asked, "Brother, what about me? Which papers should I study?"
Li Ye said with a smile: "You haven't even started junior high school yet! No rush."
Li Ying said anxiously: "I will be in junior high school soon, and I am willing to do the test paper."
Li Ye had no choice but to explain: "Before you go to middle school, you should find more kids to play with! When you go to middle school or high school, there will be nothing to play with."
Li Ying felt a little aggrieved and looked at the test papers on the table with envy.
Then Li Juan said viciously: "If you don't want to play, then help your mother and me with more work."
“.”
"I'd better go and play with Xiumei and the others!"
. . . . . . .
After Li Ye arranged the study of Li Juan and Zhao Meiwen, he put on his schoolbag and carried two large bags out of his room.
Master Huo was smoking and chatting with Li Kaijian in the yard. When he saw Li Ye coming out, he hurriedly helped Li Ye carry the bag and loaded it onto the Dongfeng truck outside the door.
Li Ye decided to go to Beijing a week in advance, and did not inform Li Dayong, Hu Man and others, so the only ones who saw him off today were his aunt and his own family.
"When you get home, send a telegram. If there's anything urgent, call your grandfather. I'll rush over on my motorcycle that same day."
Li Kaijian, the father who loved to fight with Li Ye, felt very sad when he saw his son finally leaving the house on his own.
Li Mingxiang handed Li Ye a note: "Here, this is the address of one of your uncle's comrades-in-arms. Your uncle has already written to him. If you have any urgent matters, you can ask him for advice."
Li's grandmother, Wu Juying, had red eyes and was reluctant to let her grandson go.
As for Han Chunmei, she can only line up on the periphery, as she can't even make up the list at the moment.
"Okay, I get it. Even if I lose a hair, I'll send you a telegram and cry my heart out."
Li Ye said goodbye to everyone with a smile, smiled at his grandfather who was standing at the door of the main house, turned around and went out to get in the car.
Only after the Dongfeng bus had gone far away did Wu Juying turn around and start cursing at Li Zhongfa.
"What's the point of being a director? You refused to send your grandson to the capital when I asked you to, and you refused to let Kaijian send him there.
I asked you to get a sleeper ticket, but you said you didn't want any special treatment. Why don't you say that you got a ride in a car thanks to your grandson's help?"
“.”
Li Zhongfa was just hardening his heart and sending his grandson on a long journey with a calm demeanor. He was scolded for no reason and was stunned for several seconds.
Then he said with a droopy face: "A good man has great ambitions. Li Ye is so old and you still pamper him. I followed the team when I was fifteen years old, and I didn't..."
"You followed the team when you were fifteen? Why didn't you say you peed your pants when you were fifteen? Why didn't you say you almost died outside?"
"Why are you crying?"
Li Zhongfa was very angry, but when he saw his wife suddenly start to cry, he couldn't get angry at her.
The grandson I raised for nearly 20 years suddenly left home. It was great for an old woman to hold back her tears in front of him.
As for my first battle, I peed my pants.
What's there to be ashamed of?
A group of people charged forward crying and shouting, their comrades fell one by one, and they didn't even have a gun in their hands, only two grenades.
I'm lucky enough if I can rush forward and throw the grenade. So what if I pee my pants?
Who has the right to laugh at me?
All the people who have the right to laugh at me are fucking dead.
. . . . . .
Li Ye did not feel much melancholy about leaving home. Instead, he felt as free as a bird out of a cage.
The Dongfeng 140 was driving briskly on the asphalt road leading to the provincial capital, which made Master Huo beside it feel a little reluctant but also a little relieved.
"Xiao Ye, your driving skills are good enough. You are the smartest guy I have ever seen."
"Master Huo, please stop praising me. I am only following you. Otherwise, it would take at least half a month just to practice rocking a bicycle."
Students who learned to drive in 1982 started by cranking the truck, just like a tractor, using a long crank to manually start it from the truck bumper.
If one doesn't control it properly, the metal crank will bounce back and hurt the student's palm.
If you meet a bad technician, he will turn the key off for you while you are cranking the car from below. Even if you crank for three hours, you still won't be able to start the car.
Then the master turns on the key, gets out of the car to demonstrate to you, and it starts easily with a shake.
Even after being scolded harshly, the student still thinks that the master is awesome!
The trainee has heated up the engine so much that it's almost smoking. Wouldn't it catch fire if he just cranks it?
"Xiao Ye, what are you saying? Who dares to let you, the star of literature, rock the car? If I accept you as my apprentice, I can brag for three years and two years in the future. Hey, hey, hey, brakes."
Two people suddenly appeared on the narrow road. Although they were still far away, the driver, Lao Huo, still asked Li Ye to slow down.
Li Ye slammed on the brakes and prepared to slow down and pass, but he found that the two people were waving at him, and he knew them.
They are Han Chunmei’s younger sister Han Chunlan and her husband Niu Dali.
Li Ye slowly stopped the car, stuck his head out of the window and asked, "Are you two going to take a ride?"
"No, no, I don't want to take a ride."
Han Chunlan ran over with a smile, took out a small box and handed it to Li Ye.
"I heard you were leaving today, so I thought of giving you something. Please don't despise it!"
"Why are you giving me things? No, no, no." Li Ye quickly declined.
"We just want to thank you." Han Chunlan's face was embarrassed and she was a little at a loss.
Li Ye took the box helplessly and said with a smile: "Really, you guys spend this money?"
Inside the box, there was actually an electronic watch.
Electronic watches in 1982 were still a new thing, and most of them were smuggled goods from the south.
Li Ye picked it up, looked at it, and asked, "Where did you buy this? How much is it?"
Han Chunlan smiled and said, "I found it at the market that day. It's not worth much."
"How much is worthless?" Li Ye said with a smile: "Five or ten?"
“.”
Han Chunlan and Niu Dali were both dumbfounded and very embarrassed.
Li Ye felt something was wrong and asked tentatively: "Twenty?"
Han Chunlan awkwardly held up three fingers and said nothing.
"Fuck, is it so profitable?"
Li Ye couldn't help but swear.
The cost of this thing may be only a few cents, but he actually sold it to a farmer for thirty yuan. This person is really a sinister person.
Do you think this is a mechanical watch?
Only if you deal in clothing yourself can you make double the profit.
"Okay, I'll take the watch," Li Ye put it away and said to Han Chunlan, "In addition, you can go and talk to Xiao Qiu in a few days or a week.
Xiao Qiu is smart, if you have any questions or needs, please consult him later."
Li Ye never thought of asking Han Chunlan to return the watch, that would have been a slap in the face.
He remembered a simple and shy colleague from his previous life.
That colleague was a technical guy. He finally got the hang of it and followed the crowd to give some gifts to his supervisor, but it turned out to be a fake.
Then the supervisor returned it to him in front of many people, making the technical guy suffer a social humiliation on the spot. It was really unkind.
People mean well, is there any need to be so snobbish?
The Dongfeng car drove away. Niu Dali, who was standing on the road, said angrily: "I have to go find that bad guy selling watches. How much money did he make from us?"
"Why are we still looking for that bad guy now? We have to go find Xiao Qiu."
"Looking for Xiao Qiu?" Niu Dali asked in confusion, "Didn't we ask you to look for Xiao Qiu next week?"
"You are such a hottie. After Li Ye greets Xiao Qiu, can we go over and try to win over his affections? Will it still be the same?"
Han Chunlan pushed her cart and left, ignoring her stupid husband.
Niu Dali followed silently behind, and asked after a long time: "What do you think Li Ye will say to Xiao Qiu?"
"What are you talking about? Aren't you always envious of Xiao Qiu's clothing business? What else can Li Ye say to him?"
"No way!"
Niu Dali widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "Li Ye just talks to them and they will give us money?"
In Niu Dali's eyes, Xiao Qiu's clothing business is as easy as making money with open arms.
"Hmph~"
Han Chunlan pouted and said, "Have you never heard of 'chickens and dogs rise to heaven'? What Li Ye says now is not what he said before!"
“.”
Niu Dali twisted his face and said unhappily: "Why do you talk like that? Who is the chicken and who is the dog?"
Han Chunlan laughed and scolded: "I marry a chicken and follow the chicken; I marry a dog and follow the dog. Who do you say is the chicken? Who do you say is the dog?"
. . . . . . .
August is not the peak passenger season for Shenzhou Railway, but the provincial capital's railway station is still a bit crowded.
Li Ye protected the two large bags in his hands and finally squeezed onto the platform with the crowd, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He asked Ma Rui from the provincial capital to buy a sleeper ticket so that once he got on the platform he wouldn't be squeezed.
Inspired by Li Ye, Ma Rui has started scalping business and has always had tickets in his hands. He is no longer the little Karami who boasted but couldn't take them back.
The train from Shanghai to Beijing arrived at the station. Li Ye got on the train and found his own carriage, where he discovered that there were already four people inside.
The hard sleeper carriage has three floors, with six people in one compartment. Li Ye's ticket is for the lower bunk on the left.
When Li Ye put his luggage away, the four people in the carriage were quietly looking at him.
Especially the girl on the middle bunk on the left, after glancing at Li Ye twice, she stared at him intently.
Li Ye was a little surprised. Even if I am good-looking, you don't have to be so arrogant, right?
This makes me feel quite embarrassed.
After packing his luggage, Li Ye lay down on his lower bunk and took out two novels given to him by Dong Yuejin to kill time.
These are works by two members of the Writers Association. According to Dong Yuejin, these two people both contributed to his review meeting for joining the Writers Association.
Although the reason was that Li Ye was the first one who dared to "talk about money" with the publishing house and helped everyone out, so people returned the favor.
But Li Ye can't be careless. What if he meets the same person in the future and doesn't even know the style of the other person's work? Wouldn't that hurt the relationship?
But just as Li Ye lay down, the girl on the bed above his head poked her head out and continued to look at Li Ye while leaning against the edge of the bed.
"Hiss~"
Li Ye suddenly felt a sense of alarm.
It's only 82 years now. A boy has to learn to protect himself when he goes out?
Can't it?
This is not forty years later.
But thinking about Ning Caichen hundreds of years ago, Li Ye felt that it would not hurt to be careful.
The girl in the middle shop is not as pretty as Xiaoqian, but she is also quite attractive. As long as you change the style of her glasses and adjust her hairstyle, she will become a standard charming girl with glasses.
It's really hard to resist a boy with a weak mind.
Amitabha, don’t cause trouble.
Although the face looks okay, how do you know that the body behind her bed has white and slender arms and legs?
Or a giant snake covered in jet-black scales?
In 1982, on a train, there was a case of someone losing everything because of a cigarette!
(End of this chapter)
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