Reborn 1990: I made my cannon fodder father into the richest man

If it were in the past, when her father had this idea, Fu Bao would stop him.

But in that strange dream, the book wrote about how good her life was, with a happy family, successful studies, and the love she had gained with Ling Ye.

Such content makes Fubao yearn for it.

The beginning of breaking all this was Duan Jiajia's narrow escape from death.

Fu Bao fell silent and did not stop Fu Bao's father. Instead, he sat at the table and clasped his fingers.

She is not unkind, nor is she evil.

However, since Duan Jiajia broke the original plot and changed her life, she is now just going to get back the gold bars that originally belonged to her family to get the deviated storyline back on track.

Fu Bao thought that she had never thought about letting Duan Jiajia die, she just went to Duan's house to take out the gold bars.

"Dad, be careful then." Fu Bao whispered: "But cutting the wall will definitely make noise. What should we do?"

Fu Bao's father took a puff of cigarette, and his face could not be seen clearly under the smoke: "Don't worry, I will take care of it."

I don’t know what the Fubao family planned. Anyway, this matter was approved by three votes in the family, and no one objected.

Duan Jiajia and Duan Shunan were watching the Spring Festival Gala at home. As soon as midnight passed, Duan Shunan ran to set off firecrackers.

They also have the custom of keeping lights on, and all the lights in the house must be turned on until the next day.

After midnight, the entire Yuankang County seemed to be filled with the sound of firecrackers.

Even if the TV was turned on as loud as possible, it couldn't block the sounds outside. Several programs seemed like watching a mime.

But even so, Duan Jiajia watched it lively.

Whether it was in her real memory or the memory that was inexplicably stuffed into her head later, the flavor of the New Year became less and less intense, and the New Year celebrations were not as lively as the usual visits.

It's different now.

She followed Duan Shunan when she went out to set off firecrackers. The fat aunt's house next door greeted her with a smile, and she started saying festive words when they met.

After the firecrackers ended, the fat aunt cupped her hands and congratulated her: "In the new year, the sesame seeds will bloom steadily. May everything go well for both of you, father and daughter!"

Duan Shunan also smiled and said: "You also have a lot of money and all your wishes come true!"

After everyone went home, Duan Shunan asked Duan Jiajia: "Are you still watching the Spring Festival Gala? If not, go to bed early. Children will not grow taller if they stay up late."

Duan Jiajia touched her head. She was now over 1.6 meters tall, which was not considered short among girls.

As a freshman in high school, she could still be said to be tall.

But she really didn't want to stay up late.

I usually have to do homework and manuscripts when I go to school, so staying up late is a last resort.

Why doesn't she go to sleep now that she can?

"Then I'll go to bed. Good night, dad!"

"Wait!" Duan Shunan waved to her and took out a delicate red envelope from his pocket. When he smiled, there were obvious fine lines at the corners of his eyes: "Jiajia, be healthy and happy every day!"

Duan Jiajia took the red envelope and smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Yeah! Dad, you too!"

"Okay, let's go and have a rest." Duan Shunan said and was going to the study to calculate the accounts for the year and think about how to develop next.

He still feels that it is very slow to drive now, and you can’t give birth to babies even if you hold money in your hands. Only by investing it in circulation can you gain something.

It's like farming, you have to produce seeds!

Can rice be grown from seeds?

"Yeah, good night, dad!"

"Good night."

When Duan Shunan saw his daughter going upstairs, he didn't turn off the TV. He just closed the curtains on the first floor. He sat in the study and started taking stock.

Duan Jiajia was not in a hurry to sleep upstairs. She sat cross-legged on the bed and began to settle accounts for herself.

She has gained a lot this year.

The full text of the novel "Ghost Valley" has 16 words, and the royalties before tax are [-], plus copyright fees. Duan Jiajia looked at a few bankbooks on the bed and did quick mental calculations.

After a rough calculation, plus the bankbooks left by her grandparents and mother, she now has more than 6000 in savings, not including a stack of real estate certificates.

These houses were rented out years ago and the rent was received.

When I opened the red envelope, there were six blue 100 yuan bills inside.

In their county, the use of 50 yuan denominations is very rare. Most of the time, the [-] yuan denomination is still in circulation, and [-] yuan is a large denomination.

One hundred, you have to go to the bank to exchange it.

Duan Jiajia curiously pulled out one and looked at it carefully. She was used to the pink one hundred yuan, but at first glance the blue one seemed a bit novel.

Then he put the real estate certificate, bankbook, and the 600 yuan red envelope in the cloakroom and hid them in a locked niche behind his clothes.

This was chiseled by Duan Shunan himself.

The renovation workers didn't even know there was a place like this.

The clothes are hung on it. If you are not an insider, you will not know that there is a simple safe behind the clothes.

Duan Shunan's room also has a similar hidden niche, and the gold bars and jewelry he took out from home were placed in it.

When lying on the bed, Duan Jiajia didn't feel that wearing a book was a bad thing at all.

If there really was a world in the book, she didn't want to see her father's world in the book being controlled by the plot, doing nothing but dying unexpectedly.

As for myself in real life...

Duan Jiajia sniffed. Her father was a very strong man, so he should be fine.

Maybe……

"Happy New Year, Dad."

Duan Jiajia rubbed his red eyes and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

It's useless to struggle anymore, she can't leave.

Moreover, Duan Jiajia would not be at ease if he left like this.

After a dreamless night, Duan Jiajia was woken up by the sound of firecrackers in the morning.

Nestled in the warm quilt, Duan Jiajia quietly stretched out one foot, felt the cold air outside, and then suddenly retracted it.

Stretch out again, then retract.

After a few times, she stopped playing. Instead, she reached over and put on the underwear she had folded the night before, as well as the autumn clothes and sweaters she wore inside, and put them on directly under the quilt.

On the soft big bed, a big bulge bulged out from the quilt. Duan Jiajia came out of the quilt with messy hair.

She, Sui Jiali and Pang Meimei made an appointment to go shopping in the city to buy the clothes.

The inner layer is a white sweater with thick twist stitches on the front, a close-fitting autumn coat underneath, and then a denim shirt layered over the sweater.

Because the sweater was large enough, Duan Jiajia wore a pair of jeans. The shoes he prepared were small dark brown leather shoes with fur edges. He only wore knitted fur slippers at home.

After washing well, my hair was really messed up after the haircut, with several strands sticking up.

Helpless, Duan Jiajia had no choice but to pull out a camel knitted beret, put a dark brown horn button coat and scarf on his arms, and ran downstairs.

In the kitchen, Duan Shunan was already busy.

Seeing Duan Jiajia getting up, he leaned out half of his body and said, "You go around to pay New Year greetings, and you can have breakfast when you come back."

"Okay!" Duan Jiajia put on her hat and coat, trotted to the door and put on her leather shoes: "Dad, I want to add meatballs!"

"I know, I know!" Duan Shunan not only added meatballs, but also fried two beautiful poached eggs for Duan Jiajia. The soup for cooking the noodles was the lotus root and pork ribs soup from last night.

Duan Jiajia walked out of the house and quickly smelled the smell of sulfur dioxide in the air.

There are still boxes of fireworks from last night in the yard. There are all kinds of colored papers on the ground, especially the red paper of firecrackers.

When Duan Jiajia came out, she found that the couplets and the characters "Fu" had been posted on the door of her house.

I guess I knew it was posted by her dad.

Not only are there firecracker papers in my yard, there are also many on the road.

There were also a few children wearing new clothes but wearing a blouse outside, squatting among piles of firecracker paper and poking with twigs, trying to find firecrackers that had not exploded.