Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

I can't remember how many times I have pounced in five years.

Anyway, this postman has some achievements, and others, even a fraction of the postman can't compare.

It is conceivable how I lived for five years. When I was really poor, I went to work in an insurance company and continued to code when I went home.

Let's live and have fun.

Some people in the circle call me typo shou.

I accept the typo, do you accept it... this guy must have made a typo.

Hmm. It must be so.

Don't talk about those useless things, chat with everyone, in fact, I also want to say that this book is still half a year away from the end.

I guess it will be over by the end of the year.

In the first two copies, Brother Qiu complained about my bad writing.

I have to admit that this is really not well written.

Because it has been a long time since I wrote such a long piece.

I was really in a hurry, why, because I didn't write it well.

I am also worried.

Also ashamed.

But let’s be brave after knowing the shame, I will continue to work hard, not (;`O′)o is to do my best.

To break through myself again, I will continue to learn and improve.

The latest update is really late, because my girl is already rebellious.

After she could crawl, my wife couldn't leave her for a day, she was so skinny.

But the child still needs to wash clothes, feed milk powder, feed supplementary food, take a bath, defecate, coax her, and carry her downstairs for a stroll.

Recently, I have a cold, a runny nose, and more things.

Therefore, in Guoshui, spend more time with your children during the day, and only start coding at night.

I am ashamed of everyone, sorry.

At the same time, let me tell the pirated brothers, there are some typos in the text, I will correct them, but only in the original version.

Sometimes the whole chapter is messed up, and I can only rewrite it, but when rewriting, I will also consider the plot link on the pirated version, so rewriting, the plot will not change much.

As for the pirated version, I can't change it. I occasionally read the pirated book reviews.

It's normal, I deleted all the comments that scolded me in the original version, and by the way, silenced, I'm too lazy to watch, too lazy to argue.

What I wrote was the dark stream, and I admit that I didn’t write well.

But I will continue to improve and write better.

Someone asked me why I wanted to write a novel.

Hmm....dream.

I don't remember where I saw a sentence

【Dreams are not about what they give you, but about how much you are willing to pay for them. 】

Writing a book is my dream.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

So, don't scold, don't fight, and I don't ask for anything, because I don't have any qualifications right now.

Just keep your head down and write a book silently. I believe that one day I will write well and write more wonderfully.

After all...that was my dream.

Chapter 831 Missing Two Days

The familiar knock on the door made Zhao Ke stare at the door behind him.

"Who is it!"

Hearing a knock on the door, the woman stepped out of the house.

"Me! Old Wang!"

I only heard a person shouting from behind the door, and the voice should be young.

"Old man, open the door!"

The woman looked at Zhao Ke, Zhao Ke patted the dust off his body, stepped forward and opened the door.

After the door was quietly opened by Zhao Ke, a person behind the door suddenly reached out and pushed the door in.

A middle-aged man in his early thirties, but with a sallow face and a thin body, no matter how you look at it, he looks malnourished.

It was Wang Suan from the village.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Wang Su, his eyes first glanced at the coffins in the yard.

Immediately turned around and said to Zhao Ke: "Old Man Lou, I'm ordering a coffin."

Zhao Ke looked Wang Su up and down and nodded, "It's time to book earlier."

Wang Su was stunned when he heard the words, Zhao Ke stared at him before meeting him, his face suddenly changed angrily and said: "Go, go, it's not for me, it's for my old lady."

"Oh, Mrs. Wang!"

When he said this sentence, Zhao Ke was stunned, because although the words came from his own mouth, they were not what he wanted to say.

On the contrary, it was more like his own body, speaking involuntarily.

Wang Su nodded and took out a heavy money bag from his pocket.

Opening the money bag, he saw that there were heavy pieces of silver and some copper coins inside.

After weighing it in his hand a few times, Wang Suo stuffed the money bag into Zhao Ke's hand.

"You are an old craftsman, and all materials must be well prepared. The thicker the coffin, the better."