Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Zhong Yuemin sat at the desk in his house, concentrating on writing something, while an old Czechoslovakian record player on the side played the song "Hawthorn Tree". After being accustomed to the slightly impetuous love songs of later generations, the pure love of the old Russians, which was in line with the current era and was pure, tough and tortuous, without a trace of impurities, seemed more touching.

At this time, Yuan Jun and his men came in.

"Yuemin, what are you writing? You just missed a good show by not joining us in teasing the third child."

As Yuan Jun spoke, he came to the desk and looked down.

"What's this about? It's so densely packed. Is it a love letter?"

"I don't have a partner, I'm writing love letters, writing novels, and preparing to submit them to newspapers."

Yesterday he accidentally saw a newspaper that was soliciting submissions, including poetry, essays, novels, and short stories. If readers approve, he can publish a book with good sales. The price per thousand words is 25, 50, or even 100. In his previous life, he was well-read, so writing a novel was not easy. There was space for him, and making money was secondary. The main thing was that he had one more reason to go out to the outside world. If someone asked him where the money came from, he could tell them frankly that he made it from fishing and writing novels, and it was earned in a legitimate way.

Yuan Jun was delighted when he heard this.

"Yuemin, you can't even read, and you're still writing novels? You're not just copying comic books from street vendors, are you? I'm telling you, that's not okay. Comic books are copyrighted, too. If the original author catches you, you might end up in jail."

Zheng Tong took the manuscript and looked at it, muttering to himself,

"'Bright Sword', well, that's a pretty cool name!"

The original intention was to playfully read it without taking it seriously. However, after reading three or four hundred words, the playful look on his face disappeared. He became serious and more and more absorbed in reading. Seeing this, Yuan Jun snatched it away.

"Is it really that good looking? Let me take a look too."

Zheng Tong pushed his glasses up his nose and said:

"Yuemin, did you really write 'Bright Sword'? Of course, I'm not a writer, but I've read a few books. The writing is simple and plain, with a lot of colloquialisms. But what's that saying? It's so simple and natural, and it draws people in right away. It's very immersive. That's not easy. Without a solid foundation, you absolutely can't write like this."

The flattery actually made him feel a little embarrassed and surprised. After all, he would become a university teacher in the History Department of Peking University in the future. His comments were unique and he got to the root of the problem. Amazing!

Zhong Yuemin said shamelessly, "If it wasn't me who wrote it, who else could it be? The copy you have in your hands is the real original manuscript."

The reason why he chose to draw the sword was, firstly, it was in line with the current situation, and secondly, war themes, especially fighting the Japanese, would never be out of style. There was passion, fighting, and the brave prevailing when two men met on a narrow road. The moment of drawing the sword... was the most inspiring. Of course, some taboos needed to be avoided, otherwise he would be caught before he could make any money from his novel and would have to keep his father company.

"It looks good, it looks good, it really looks good!"

Yuan Jun had already finished watching and clapped his hands in applause. He had just seen Li Yunlong lead his troops to fight against the Sakata regiment.

"Zhu Zi, how about a fucking blowjob?"

"Yuemin, why is he gone?"

"I just started writing this and you two snatched it away. My novel has over 200,000 words, and I've only written a little over 20,000. There's still a lot of work to do. I'll read it after I finish it."

He took the manuscript from Yuan Jun's hand and said:

"You guys are teasing the Third Brother again? That's enough. The Third Brother will tell his father about it. What will happen to you guys?"

"With the third brother's intelligence, he can't even speak clearly. Is he going to complain?"

Yuan Jun said:

"That Wang Zhanying is always picking on us, and we brothers are so angry that we're going to punish his precious son the same way he treated us. This is what they call a son paying for a father's debt."

Zhong Yuemin was speechless.

"Don't overdo it. Don't forget, let's be quiet. Our old man will have a better life in there."

Yuan Jun and the others were silent. After three or four seconds, Yuan Jun waved his hand and said:

"Let's not talk about that, Yuemin. Let me tell you something serious. The Central Ballet's 'The Red Detachment of Women' is going to be performed at the Tianqiao Theater this Saturday. Word has spread among the gang members in our compound. We were discussing it on the way here. We decided that given the current situation, there's no chance of getting in on Saturday morning. We should go and queue up on Friday night and pick up the tickets and leave the next morning. What do you say?"

Zhong Yuemin said:

"You guys go ahead. I won't go. What's so good about that thing? I can't stand squatting in the bitter cold in the middle of the night."

"Yuemin, this is The Red Detachment of Women," Zheng Tong said.

"It's a rare opportunity to perform. We are all the flowers of the motherland and the future successors. Therefore, we must develop in all aspects of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor. It is very necessary to feel the influence of art."

He spoke in a very serious manner, and several people around him echoed him.

Zhong Yuemin laughed and scolded,

"What the hell is this about artistic upbringing? Zheng Tong, guys, why don't you just say you want to see the girls' faces and figures on stage? There's no point in doing this. Do you understand art?"

"A beautiful lady is a good match for a gentleman!" Zheng Tong said with a twisted logic.

"It's all the same. You're our backbone, so you have to go. I reckon all the tough guys in the city will be there on the day the tickets go on sale. Those bastards who got into a fight with us last time will definitely be there too. We're definitely going to have a fight then, but you're the 'main culprit'. We can't do it without you. Go, go."

"That's right, that's right..." Several people started to make a fuss.

Zhong Yuemin couldn't stand it,

"Alright, alright, stop yelling. You guys have disrupted my novel's ideas. I'm not going to go anymore. I'll find some help to calm the situation down so that we don't get beaten up again. Especially you, Zheng Tong, don't run away again, and don't fight with the tree stump."

Zheng Tong said:

"Yuemin, don't bring up that. That's all in the past. A hero doesn't brag about his past achievements. Back then, I kicked the tiger in the South Mountain and punched the dragon in the North Sea..."

"Stop bragging!"

Yuan Jun couldn't stand it any longer and said contemptuously:

"You're talking about tigers and dragons? I think you're more like kicking the Nanshan Nursing Home and punching the Beihai Kindergarten. You say you're a 'scholar', so you should just study hard and show off your brush and ink. Why do you want to get involved in the fighting and killing in the martial arts world? You're just like your father, a stinking old man."

Zheng Tong's father is Zheng Tianyu, a senior engineer in the department. He has studied abroad and has a good education. Although he has a war background like Yuan Jun and Zhong Yuemin's fathers, he is definitely not a rough man. He can be said to be from a family of scholars. Influenced by such a family environment, Zheng Tong can be said to be an "outlier" in the circle of tough guys in the compound. He is most afraid of quarrels and fights. When there are too many people around, his legs become weak and he wants to escape. He is not reliable at all. He is a typical "Zheng Taotao". Yuan Jun and others often use these to squeeze him.

Zheng Tong was unhappy when he heard this and said:

"What's wrong with that old idiot? He's still an intellectual, after all. Unlike your father, who can't read a single word and doesn't understand basic common sense, he's just a joke."

The onlookers on the side were not afraid of making trouble and urged: "Zheng Tong, how did Director Yuan make such a fool of himself? Tell us about it."

"Yes, tell me, tell me!"

Zheng Tong got excited and started to describe it vividly.

"Once, Director Yuan went to the countryside for an investigation. Naturally, the people below had to be treated well and not neglected. After a good meal and a few drinks, Director Yuan felt the urge to urinate and went out to relieve himself. In the countryside, there aren't many formalities. He just found a ridge nearby and urinated. But a moment later, Director Yuan let out a cry, then stumbled back, hands clutching his crotch, looking painfully awed. Guess what happened?"

One of them said, "Did the chicken get bitten by a snake?"

"That's bullshit. There's only a few hairy snakes in the middle of winter."

"What if the zipper gets stuck on your dick?" This person looked like an experienced person.

"wrong!"

Several people started guessing at once, "Zheng Tong, stop keeping us in suspense and tell us now."

Zheng Tong said:

"It turns out that where Director Yuan urinated, there was a water pump underneath. It's used in rural areas to pump water for irrigation. A section of the cable on the pump was damaged, causing a leak. Director Yuan didn't take it seriously, suffering the consequences of his lack of education. When he urinated, it became conductive, and his penis immediately went "bang" and his whole body went numb, just like his mother was being purged. Fortunately, the damage wasn't serious, otherwise there wouldn't be a Yuan Jun."

"Hahaha……"

Everyone burst into laughter, and Zhong Yuemin also laughed. This kid is so fucking mean.

Yuan Jun was so embarrassed that he grabbed Zheng Tong's collar and said viciously:

"I spent you!"

Zheng Tong was not afraid either. "Come on, I'm afraid of you. If you don't dare to spend it, you're a grandson."

The situation is tense!

"okay!"

Zhong Yuemin went up to persuade the two to leave.

"It's not a big deal. If you two are capable of this, save it for Saturday and deal with those guys harshly instead of just bullying at home."

The two of them snorted coldly and ignored each other, like mortal enemies. But after a while, they were flirting with each other again. His worry was completely unnecessary. They were both so shameless.

Yuan Jun said:

"Yuemin, why don't you go fishing recently? My pockets are empty again."

"Where did all these fish come from? Let's take a few days off first."

In fact, he went fishing every few days. He had fished not only in the moat, but also in Houhai, Beihai, and Kunming Lake in the Summer Palace, which was more than 30 kilometers away. He could catch 300 to 400 kilograms of fish at a time, and then keep them in the space pond. He would take out 30 to 40 kilograms every day to sell to the supply and marketing cooperative. Moreover, the rice seedlings in the space were already more than 20 centimeters tall and were growing well. They would be ready for harvest soon. He had previously bought some hens and ducks from the pigeon market. These hens and ducks drank the fairy spring in the space, and their frequency of laying eggs was very high. They were simply fighting chickens among hens. With the money from selling fish, eggs, and duck eggs, he now had more than 700 yuan stored in his space.

Rich people!

It's not that he didn't want to take Yuan Jun and the others with him, the key point is that these guys made money and flaunted it in the market, acting like they were worth 2.58 million. It was really too eye-catching. He said:

"When I earn royalties, I'll improve our meals."

Another three days passed, and I finished writing 8 words of "Drawing Sword" and sent it to the newspaper. When it got dark, I went to the pigeon market near Deshengmen. I had an appointment with someone, but no one showed up at the appointed time. I waited for another half an hour, but no one showed up. I was ready to leave.

"Hey, big brother, big brother!"

The middle-aged man from before came over and stood in front of him with an apologetic look on his face.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I kept you waiting for so long. My car broke down on the way and it took me a long time to fix it."

"It's okay, I'm free anyway," Zhong Yuemin said.

"Brother, have you caught the wild boar?"

"I caught it, I caught it," the middle-aged man said.

"After waiting in the deep mountains for two days and two nights, I finally caught one."

"Where is it? Is it kept at home?"

"No, no, I carried it here. It's in the car. Why don't you come with me to take a look?"

The two men arrived at a secluded spot outside, where a wheelbarrow was parked. The cart was covered tightly with a tarpaulin. The middle-aged man lifted the tarpaulin and found a large black wild boar tied up on it. Its sharp white tusks were more than ten centimeters long, and its hair was like steel needles, which pricked the touch. It was like a moving hill, and its belly rose and fell, as if it had fallen into a coma.

Zhong Yuemin was surprised, "Brother, this wild boar must be over 400 pounds, right?"

It was the first time for him to see a wild boar of such a tonnage at such a close distance. It was shocking enough. If it hits someone, they will either die or be crippled. It is worthy of its reputation of being "one pig, two bears, three tigers".