C5 I Want to Become a Famous Literary Blockbuster

In other words, Yuh Hua hadn't finished writing the novel yet.

Hmm! Then I'll just copy this one.

I have to make a splash with my debut! I aim to be recognized as one of the top young authors in the nation within a year.

I'll use my Novel Writing skills to ensure a happy and prosperous life for my family and me! I refuse to let misfortune strike us once more!

With this in mind, Fong Chao began to reminisce about the entire plot of To Live.

Upon reflection, he found that each line of dialogue from the novel was etched clearly in his memory. Even if some details were a bit fuzzy, he was confident that his writing talent could seamlessly fill in the gaps.

This must be the enhanced ability his specialization in Novel Writing afforded him.

Fong Chao believed that with some serious effort, he could transcribe the novel from his mind onto paper in just one week.

The novel was only 120,000 words in total.

If he could manage 20,000 words a day, he'd be done in six days.

And after finishing the writing, what next?

The natural step would be to seek publication.

Moreover, Fong Chao had resolved to take the manuscript directly to the "Gains" editorial department in Magic City.

In his previous life, To Live was published in "Gains." Such an outstanding novel, even if submitted two years early, would surely be recognized by the editors there, right?

Especially since "Gains," under the influence of Elder Ba Jin's inclusive editorial philosophy, had a strong reputation for embracing diversity and supporting promising newcomers.

Plus, Fong Chao knew he had another advantage – his youth!

He was young enough to make a splash!

China is a nation that celebrates prodigies! A 14-year-old boy crafting a literary masterpiece would certainly cause a nationwide sensation.

If you're skeptical, just consider Han Han's rise to fame. Indeed, it was the publication of Three Gates that catapulted Han Han to the status of the country's most renowned literary idol.

That night, Fong Chao was too agitated to sleep.

He couldn't recall the moment he finally drifted off.

When he awoke, the morning was well advanced.

"Chao, time for breakfast, get up and eat! The sun's high in the sky. I'll let it slide that you're not out working, but everyone else is busy, and you're still sleeping in. Aren't you embarrassed?" A loud, gruff voice called out from outside the window.

It was the voice of his father.

His father must have reached his limit to call him out of bed like that.

"Dad, please, no more yelling. Let him sleep a bit longer. The boy seems troubled. I have no idea where he was last night; he didn't come back until midnight," his mother's frail voice pleaded.

"Humph! You're the one spoiling him. He's 14 years old, and while other kids his age are already contributing, our son doesn't know how to do anything! If you keep coddling him, he'll end up useless, and then what? Do you plan to take care of him forever?" his father bellowed at her.

His father was typically a man of few words, but he had a fierce temper, often lashing out at his mother and sisters.

Yet, he usually showed a softer side to Fong Chao.

The Fong family had only this one precious child to dote on; how could they not be protective?

Fong Chao hurriedly climbed out of bed, slipped on his shoes, and dashed outside.

"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry I overslept. I meant to get up early, but before I knew it, it was already this late," Fong Chao said, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

"Oh? Our little Chao is starting to show some understanding," his mother said, taken aback by his words, as she began to tear up.

The Fong family was indeed a lineage of three generations with a single heir.

From birth, Fong Chao was the apple of their eye, never having to lift a finger. He was always the first to be offered the best of everything at home.

As such, he had seldom spoken words of apology or expressed concern for his parents.

"Come on, eat up. After breakfast, you need to herd our sheep to the western hill," his father said gruffly, without further ado.

"Dad, is it possible for me not to herd sheep for the next few days? I've got something really important to take care of," Fong Chao ventured cautiously.

"Damn it! You don't want to do the hard work, and now you're complaining about herding sheep? Out with it, then. What's so important? Share with me!" Fong's voice rose sharply again.

Currently, farming income is quite low, so raising sheep, feeding pigs, and rearing chickens and ducks have become essential side jobs for farmers, allowing them to earn a bit of extra money for a somewhat more comfortable life.

The Fong family had a flock of over ten sheep. Fong Chao's mother often reminded him that they were raising these sheep to save up for a new house, which would help him secure a wife in the future.

Tending to the sheep was arguably the most relaxed task in the countryside. Once the sheep were on the grassy slopes, there was little else to do but sit back and relax or enjoy some playtime.

Fong Chao had always been the one responsible for the sheep, a duty that his parents saw as a way to look after him. But now, Fong Chao seemed reluctant to even do that, and it was no wonder that Fong was upset.

"Hahaha! Hwa Yu, you really ought to discipline your son. If you don't, I fear he'll drive you and your spouse up the wall!" boomed a voice from the neighbor's yard. The speaker was Fong Huatai, Fong Chao's uncle. The phrase about driving someone up the wall implied that the son was unreliable and disrespectful, a reference originating from the Yu Dynasty play "Wall Stalker."

"Exactly! The boy's grown so tall, taller than you, Hwa Yu, and you haven't made him work the fields yet. Are you planning to raise a lord? Honestly, I can't stand the way you're raising him. If Fong Chao were my son, I'd have taken a belt to him hundreds of times by now," chimed in Lee Laoen from the other side of the wall, all while eating his meal.

These biting remarks only fueled Fong Huayu's anger, darkening his expression even further. The ridicule for not being able to discipline his son was too much for his pride to bear. He looked around as if searching for something to use to give Fong Chao a good thrashing.

"Dad, I'll go herd the sheep, okay?" Fong Chao quickly interjected, eager to avoid immediate trouble.

"Humph! Sit down and eat your breakfast!" Fong Chao's father grunted, somewhat appeased by his son's concession.

Once breakfast was over, Fong Chao hurried out the door to lead the sheep out to pasture.

Before he left, Fong Chao grabbed a small stool, a pen, and his math workbook.

Most of the time spent herding sheep was idle, providing the perfect opportunity to write! After all, the novel To Live was already fully formed in his mind; transcribing it would be effortless.

The only drawback was the lack of proper manuscript paper, so he made do with his homework book.

"This boy really knows how to make the most of every minute to study, even bringing his homework along while herding sheep," his mother remarked with a contented smile upon noticing.

Fong Chao led the sheep out the door.

Heading west, a short walk of just over thirty meters brought him to the slope.

Here lay a vast expanse of yellow sandy hills, dotted with trees and grass and rife with thickets—a prime spot for grazing sheep.