Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing.

The two happily closed their books and walked out of the school, chatting as they walked.

Hao Qiang also casually looked at the farmland northwest of the school. It was planted with jasmine flowers, which was different from his hometown where it was all sugarcane fields.

Heng County is rich in jasmine, and the per-acre yield is slightly higher than that of growing sugarcane, but picking the flowers is labor-intensive and requires working under the scorching sun, leaving early and returning late.

Planting sugarcane only requires one harvest per year, and usually only requires spraying pesticides and weeding, and occasionally peeling off dead leaves. The time investment is far less than planting jasmine, but the home is far away from the county town, and after picking the flowers, they have to be sent to the tea factory. The tea factories are concentrated in the county town, so farmers' families far away from the county town will not plant jasmine.

"Qiangzi, I feel like you're a little different than before." Wu Hai thought about what happened in the morning and how he looked at me reading seriously. He felt that he had changed a lot. Perhaps a failed confession can make a man transform.

If there are such benefits, should I confess my feelings to the girl I have a crush on and use failure to discourage and motivate myself?

Success or failure, there are benefits!

Why hadn't he thought of it before?

However, his idea was just imagination, and he did not have the courage and drive of Hao Qiang, so he still admired Hao Qiang a little.

When Hao Qiang heard Wu Hai's words, he couldn't help but touch his slightly rough face. These damn acne made his face full of pimples and his appearance dropped drastically. This was also the reason why he failed in blind dates in his previous life.

After all, he was 180 centimeters tall, which was considered tall in the south in that era.

Fortunately, he can use the golden finger to change his appearance, and sooner or later he will become a handsome guy that everyone will envy.

In addition, there are no beer bellies or bald heads like in later generations.

Oh, it’s great to be young.

Thinking of this, Hao Qiang smiled slightly and said, "What's different? Have you become more handsome?"

Wu Hai's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to kick him. He sneered, "Your shameless personality hasn't changed. You're just more domineering than before. Could it be that after your failed confession, you've finally gotten your bearings?"

"Maybe so. People always change." Hao Qiang's tone carried a hint of relief that he had become indifferent to the world.

"Do you really like Han Qingying?"

"I like it, who doesn't like it? Don't you like it?"

Wu Hai's eyes flickered and he quickly shook his head: "I don't like it!"

Hao Qiang curled his lips and said disapprovingly: "Tsk, if you like it, then you like it. Looking at more beautiful women can be pleasing to the eyes and can also relax your mind when you are sleepy. What's wrong with that? Brother, reading is boring."

"Hehe, that makes sense. I do like her a little, but I can't get her. I can only fantasize about her."

"Fuck, you really like it!" Hao Qiang raised his eyebrows and raised his foot, wanting to kick him, but Wu Hai cleverly dodged from a distance.

"Qiangzi, you're trying to trick me."

"I don't have a sister! I'm your uncle!"

The two of them played and joked all the way out of the school gate, and met many students who were also eating outside the school along the way.

From Monday to Saturday, the school is closed and students are not allowed to leave the campus.

After school in the afternoon, only local students can leave the school and go home for dinner, but they still need to return to school in the evening to attend evening self-study and spend the night.

When Hao Qiang thought of this, he felt a little headache.

The food in the school cafeteria is not good, the vegetables are not oily, and look like they are boiled in water. They are not washed clean, and the leaves are often sandy and difficult to swallow.

As for meat dishes, they have little seasoning and are even fishy and smelly.

What is even more disgusting is that there is often long hair mixed in the food. Don’t those aunties know to tie their hair up and wear a hat? They work with their hair down. This is not the way to provide nutrition for students.

It’s not that Hao Qiang is picky, it’s mainly because he is used to the diet of later generations, and some living habits have been ingrained in his bones.

The two soon arrived at a small restaurant outside the school. The owner saw the diners coming and warmly welcomed them in vernacular:

"Handsome boy, what's the food?"

Hao Qiang looked at the price tag of 2.5 yuan and replied in the local Hakka dialect: "A bowl of Laoyoufen, with extra lettuce."

People in Hengxian County speak Cantonese, while people outside the county generally speak Hakka or Zhuang. Cantonese is quite similar to Cantonese, while Hakka and Cantonese are quite different.

Interestingly, people who master any of the three languages, such as Cantonese, Hakka, or Cantonese, can usually understand the other language, but may not be able to speak it fluently.

Zhuang language is completely different from the other three languages. Hao Qiang cannot understand it either. Only the older generation can speak it.

After just two or three minutes, a large bowl of hot and fragrant Laoyou noodles was ready. Hao Qiang took it with both hands and found an empty seat to sit down.

Laoyoufen is a local specialty snack, and sour bamboo shoots are its soul.

The noodles are made from freshly ground rice milk and steamed. They are somewhat similar to the so-called "river noodles" in the north, but the taste is completely different.

Wu Hai ordered a bowl of snail noodles, saying that he couldn't get it at school. He also ordered two cups of soy milk and asked Hao Qiang to have one.

While slurping noodles, the two chatted about the third mock exam in mid-May.

Generally speaking, the scores of the third mock exam are very close to the college entrance examination scores.

Hao Qiang was full of anticipation. He wondered how much his grades could improve in a few weeks.

After enjoying lunch, the two did not stay outside for too long and hurried back to school.

Hao Qiang walked straight to the classroom, and Wu Hai wanted to return to the dormitory to rest for a while.

In the classroom, several students were studying hard, while three students were taking a nap on the table, too lazy to go back to the dormitory to rest. The classroom was filled with a quiet and tense atmosphere.

After sitting down, Hao Qiang continued his book copying project.

About twenty minutes later, the students came into the classroom one after another and started to review intensively.

When Chen Mengqi walked into the classroom, she glanced at Hao Qiang's seat with a little annoyance, and found that he was reading with his head down. She was a little surprised that this guy was so serious.

She thought to herself that with Hao Qiang's grades, no matter how hard he tried, he still wouldn't be able to get into college.

However, she quickly looked away. Her grades were not that good, and her chances of getting into college were slim, but she couldn't let Hao Qiang surpass her.

At this time, Hao Qiang was concentrating on copying books, not wanting to waste even a second.

He didn't even notice when Wu Hai sat down.

It was not until I couldn't hold it anymore and went to the bathroom that I realized Wu Hai was already reading quietly.

Time passed quietly without us noticing, and the sunset began to slowly set in the west.

The afterglow shines on the maple trees outside the window, dyeing the leaves into a more brilliant golden and fiery red, as if every leaf is burning passionately.

From 1 p.m. to 5 p.m., Hao Qiang's writing salary increased from 35.5 yuan to 130 yuan.

On the desk, there was a small stack of white paper with densely packed words, and every stroke embodied his hard work and sweat.

Seeing such a harvest, Hao Qiang couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a sunny smile.

Wu Hai felt tired from reading, so he lay down to take a nap. When he opened his eyes, he saw Hao Qiang had finished his study and was stretching his waist to relax. He reminded him, "Qiangzi, it's time to eat. There are only a few lonely birds in the classroom."

Hao Qiang nodded: "Okay, I have to go back to the dormitory to get my card to withdraw money. I have no money for food."

He planned to go to the bank to see if the money in his bank card increased after he withdrew the money.

At the moment, he was a little uneasy, really afraid that his joy would be in vain.

Wu Hai said straightforwardly, "If it's not enough, I'll lend you a few more days' worth of food money, but you have to pay me back once your family sends you money, otherwise I'll be left with nothing at the end of the month."

"Thanks in advance. Let me check the balance of my bank card first." Hao Qiang had no impression of this. His parents did not transfer money on time, mainly because the family had no savings.

After saying this, he went back to the dormitory, took out the postal savings card from the wooden box, rejected his classmates' invitation to play ball, and hurriedly left the dormitory and left the campus with Wu Hai.

On the way to the post office, Hao Qiang opened the golden finger and withdrew 130 yuan. There was a prompt on the screen which bank card to withdraw the money to.

【Are you sure you want to withdraw 130 yuan?】

Hao Qiang silently said: "OK"

【Tip: Cash withdrawal successful】

Although the gold finger indicated that the withdrawal was successful, he did not know whether the money had actually arrived in his account.

Feeling uneasy, he walked with Wu Hai for about ten minutes, came to the ATM, took out his card, inserted it into the machine, entered the password, took a deep breath, and checked the balance.

Balance: 340.35 yuan

Hao Qiang was slightly surprised when he saw the remaining balance: "Huh, so much?!"

After thinking about it for a while, I quickly figured out that the two hundred yuan should be the recent transfer from my parents, and the 10.35 yuan was the original balance on the card.

Therefore, the money from the golden finger was withdrawn successfully!

Hao Qiang grinned and a smile gradually blossomed. The number "340.35" was like a ray of light shining in the darkness, dispelling the gloom and anxiety in his heart.

awesome!

Goldfinger can really make money by writing!

His eyes sparkled with joy, as if countless money was dancing in the air.

"Qiangzi, hurry up, if you don't have money, I'll lend you some!"

Hearing Wu Hai, who was standing not far away, urging him, Hao Qiang breathed a sigh of relief, took out three hundred yuan, walked out of the glass door, and patted Wu Hai on the shoulder:

"Hey, yes, I'll give you the change later."

"You seem to be in such a good mood. It seems your family has given you a lot of praise. Are you treating us tonight?"

"Sure, plenty of soy milk!"

"Then you need to add a dish of oil-pressed peanuts!"

"No problem." Hao Qiang smiled brightly. This guy usually helped him a lot, and a plate of peanuts only cost one dollar.

Life in high school is so simple. A cup of soy milk can satisfy you. No need for big fish or meat.

A few minutes later, the two sat outside a food stall, each holding a cup of soy milk, a plate of fried noodles, and a dish of fried peanuts.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the gaps between the leaves, sprinkling on the ground in a mottled manner, forming patches of light and shadow.

Outside the school, the jasmine flowers appear even more pure and white in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Further away, the sunset glowed on the outline of the mountains, and the peaks were dyed in varying shades of orange and red, like a magnificent oil painting.

After dinner, Hao Qiang paid the bill and passed by a store, where he bought two pairs of underwear, a pair of rubber sandals, and some daily necessities.

The soles of the sandals on his feet were worn out, and he was reluctant to buy new ones. A pair of rubber sandals only cost ten dollars.

On the way back to school, he could smell the faint fragrance of jasmine flowers in the breeze, which made him feel even better.