With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

"Brother Xue, we only buy lambs. Male lambs are 4 yuan and ewe lambs are 6 yuan. I will buy you as much as you want." Niu Baolin said with a serious look on his face, "You just accept the order and you can't bargain."

"Are you a Chinese pastoral female boxer?" Xue Ming shook his head, "I won't bargain with you. You can also accept the entire order, but you must ensure that the lambs are not sick. I don't want the ones that are about to die."

"That's necessary. I won't sell it to you if it's half dead." Niu Baolin took out the hard train ticket, "I'll leave tonight. When you get home, I'll arrange for someone to buy a ticket for you."

"Any time..." Xue Ming suddenly thought of the three-day appointment with Yamada Kirō, "I will leave when Yamada Kirō comes."

Niu Baolin took out the key and put it on the table, "My wife will come over to get the key the day after tomorrow. It's rare for you to come to the provincial capital to have some fun these days."

The two brothers chatted for a few more words before Niu Baolin stood up and left. Xue Ming locked the door and took his bicycle into the space, looking around nervously.

Products worth more than [-] yuan can open up space. I don’t know what blind boxes can be opened this time. It is best to open up ten acres of farmland to grow food and vegetables.

Three minutes have passed...

Ten minutes have passed...

After waiting for 20 minutes, there was no response from the space. Xue Ming was a little anxious. Could it be that he bought a fake bicycle, or was it that a product worth [-] yuan could not be upgraded at all?

I hurriedly cycled around the space, with two little donkeys walking behind the car. From the pasture to the pond, from the mine to the bamboo house, there was no change at all.

"It belongs to his second uncle." Xue Ming couldn't help but swear. He parked his bicycle in the yard and went inside to drink tea to calm down. He felt as if he had been tricked.

Suddenly I saw two more books on the table in the living room. On the cover was written in Japanese "The Sinking of Japan, Works by Sakyo Komatsu".

Xue Ming knew some Japanese and hurriedly opened the pages of the book. Sure enough, it was the national science fiction masterpiece that sold millions of copies and was made into various movies and TV series: The Sinking of Japan.

"A three-hundred-yuan bicycle can be upgraded to something like this? Are you forcing me to become a copycat?"

"Do it!" Xue Ming immediately took out the manuscript, pen, and ink he just bought today, unscrewed the pen to absorb the ink, and sat on the chair to start copying.

If it is a domestic literary work, such as Alive, Life and Death, and The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Xue Ming will definitely not copy it. He will just put it on his desk and read it to relieve his boredom. However, there is no need to be so polite to the young people.

This book is actually quite awesome. The author ranks among the top 5 literary millionaires in the world because of it. The main content is about Japan being submerged in the sea due to the earthquake and tsunami.

Xue Ming became more and more enthusiastic as he copied. The average speed of writing Chinese characters was about 30 words per minute, which is only 1800 words in one hour. The copying was in Japanese, so the speed was even slower.

When you are tired from writing, you stretch your wrists. When you are hungry, you eat the oranges and apples you bought today. When you are thirsty, you drink spiritual spring water. When it gets dark, you turn on the kerosene gas lamp. When you are tired, you lie down on the table and take a nap.

From dusk to dawn, from dawn to dusk, I barely copied 40 words out of a book with more than 10 words. There was a pile of manuscript paper on the table, and the newly purchased ink was almost dry.

"I will die if I keep copying it." Xue Ming organized the manuscript and left the space, lying on the bed in the bedroom to rest. The good guy fell asleep in less than 10 seconds with the Japanese text in front of him.

The past two days have frightened Qin Dazhuang, the bodyguard outside the door. Boss Xue didn't go out for two days and two nights. He knocked on the door and got no response. He wanted to break in and take a look but was afraid that the boss would get angry.

Today is the third day. Qin Dazhuang couldn't bear it and used a knife to pry the door latch. He found that Boss Xue was lying on the bed and asleep, snoring soundly.

Qin Dazhuang tiptoed out of the room and closed the door. He heard someone knocking on the door outside the yard, and saw a dwarf through the crack in the door. It turned out to be a little man he met on the train.

Qin Dazhuang opened the door, and Yamada Kirei bowed, "Hello, sir, does Xue Sang live here? Am I Xue Sang's friend?"

"There is no Xue Sang here, are you looking for Xue Ming, Boss Xue?" Qin Dazhuang didn't have much favorable impression of Xiaoli.

"Yes, it's Xue Ming." Yamada Kirei bowed again, "Xue Sang and I made an appointment to meet today, and he also said he would treat me to dinner."

"Come with me." Qin Dazhuang led him through the door, saying to himself that he was so damn careless these days. The Chinese said they were just being polite when they said they would treat you to dinner tomorrow, but you took it seriously.

Xue Ming was sleeping soundly in the room. When Yamada Kirrang and others were bored, they found a pile of manuscripts on the table. It turned out to be manuscripts written in Japanese.

My interest arose instantly, and my interest became even stronger after reading the first page. Is this the sinking of Japan that Xue Sang has been obsessed with?

In the past two days, he specifically called his friends in Shanghai to consult, and his friends called and consulted the relevant Japanese departments. Indeed, there was no such book as "The Sinking of Japan".

Soon Yamada Kirie was conquered by the manuscript. The more he read, the more addicted he became. He gradually read it like crazy. He read it word for word, closed his eyes and showed a hint of intoxication, and then read it a second time.

Xue Ming woke up before watching it for the second time. Qin Dazhuang hurriedly explained the cause and effect, but the whole process did not wake up Yamada Kirei.

"Brother Qin, please go out first and guard the gate of the courtyard and don't let anyone in." Xue Ming was about to discuss business with Xiaori.

Qin Dazhuang went to guard outside the yard, and Yamada Kirei continued to read. After reading for the second time, he was still unfinished, looking at Xue Ming's face with dull eyes.

"Ah!" Yamada Kirrang suddenly jumped up, "When did Xue Sang wake up?"

After saying that, he felt rude and quickly bowed and apologized. He held the manuscript in his hand tightly and said, "Xue Sang's manuscript is so well written. Please show me the rest of the manuscript. Please!"

"This is not a manuscript written by me, it is a manuscript written by you." Xue Ming's words are meaningful.

Yamada Kirei's eyes became duller, and he suddenly jumped up after half a minute, "Xue Sang, please don't insult you and me. How can I take your work as my own?"

"Don't get excited, listen to me." Xue Ming helped him sit down with a smile, opened the thermos bottle and poured water for him, "This book is called Japan Sinks. If the author is Japanese, it will definitely sell well. If the author is Chinese, it will be a big hit. Ethnic discrimination and diplomatic provocation may not be published in your country."

At this point, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Such a good science fiction novel, Yamada-san wants it to be shelved. This is a tragedy in the history of world literature!"

Yamada Kirrang stared at Xue Ming stupidly. After a long time, his calves began to tremble, "What does Xue Sang mean?"

"Let's sign a copyright sale agreement. I will sell you the copyright of this science fiction novel. Yamada-san, you know your people better than I do. The author of this book can only be your people." Xue Ming showed his fox tail. .

Yamada Kirei immediately took out his wallet and put all the money on the table, including RMB, Japanese yen and US dollars. "Xue Sang, is it enough?"

His voice was a little trembling, Xue Ming smiled and said nothing, just send the beggar with this money?

Yamada Kirrang took off his watch again and put it on the table, opened his travel bag and took out his camera, "Xue Sang, please accept it."

Xue Ming still smiled and said nothing, thinking in his heart that I must squeeze the boy dry today.