I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

At the end of August, the eldest son, Yan Xueqian, started elementary school.

The boy seemed completely calm about going to school, standing out from the crying children around him.

Even the homeroom teacher looked at him with some surprise.

Upon seeing that it was Yan Jiefang, the son of a famous figure from Nanluoguxiang, he immediately gave a thumbs-up and said with a smile:

"This child looks intelligent. So he's Comrade Yan's son. That explains it. He'll definitely be a promising vocational school graduate!"

When his homeroom teacher said he would be a vocational school student in the future, Yan Xueqian showed a slight hint of disdain on his face, but it quickly disappeared.

Apart from Yan Jiefang, no one else noticed.

He couldn't help but think to himself: If it weren't for the wrong background and timing, do you think I would have gone to a vocational school?

Lao Tzu is a wise man who knows when to yield, you know?

However, it must be admitted that these three children's comprehension is truly exceptional.

If it weren't for his special ability, he definitely wouldn't be able to compare.

Last year, for example, he specially bought textbooks from elementary school to junior high school.

They were originally intended for them to use for previewing future lessons.

But to his surprise, the children took out these textbooks and started studying while he was away from home.

Starting from first grade, students should read and think independently, step by step.

They learned very quickly; the eldest and second eldest passed the course in a year, all through self-study.

Yan Jiefang specifically tested him with questions from the third year of junior high school, and the result was summed up in two words: all correct!

This is when the effects of the congenital pregnancy-preserving pills begin to take effect.

The only problem is that his writing skills are a bit immature, which requires life experience and time to accumulate; being smart alone is not enough.

After a while, he will also buy a complete set of high school textbooks and some university textbooks so that the children can explore freely.

Moreover, the Tai Chi they were taught was quite good, with each of them achieving near-perfect scores.

It seems they also have considerable talent in sports.

September 12-28, 1975.

The 3rd National Games were held as scheduled, and Yan Jiefang performed as steadily as ever.

Except for the 4x100 reps which took a bit of effort, everything else was incredibly easy.

He won all three gold medals as if it were pre-arranged.

Liu Ruyan and her sister, along with her mother-in-law and five children, watched several of his matches.

After the match, Yan Xueheng, the second oldest player, suddenly asked:

"Dad, with your ability, you should have won quite a few gold medals, right? How come you only won three, and you didn't participate in other events?"

Yan Jiefang patted his head gently:

"As the saying goes, things shouldn't happen more than three times. For me, three gold medals are enough. Any more would be superfluous. It's better to leave the opportunity for others to perform."

Yan Xueheng nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite:

"Is that so?"

Unexpectedly, the third brother, Yan Xueyuan, suddenly said:

"Heaven is number one, Earth is number two, and I'm number three!"

These words are both laughable and infuriating; they don't sound like something a two-year-old would say.

No one knows why he said that.

After the National Games, time seemed to fly by all of a sudden.

76 came to an end in the blink of an eye, and 77 arrived.

That year, the State Administration of Press and Publication issued the "Notice on the Trial Implementation of Measures for Remuneration and Subsidies for News and Publication Manuscripts".

A unified national standard for royalties has been established: 2 to 7 yuan per thousand words for original works and 1 to 5 yuan per thousand words for translated works.

This standard also only pays basic royalties, without any print run royalties, and is more than half the amount it was in the 60s!

Although still very demanding, it is much better than in previous years.

Anyway, at least I have some income.

From that day on, Yan Jiefang's articles published in the two magazines brought him an extra 70 yuan a month.

With the connections built over the previous decade or so, and given the exceptionally high quality of his manuscripts, they were naturally still at the highest level.

Although it wasn't much, it was still 8 yuan more than his current salary.

That year, he remained inactive and would not make any moves for the next few years, but he would pay more attention to news from the upper echelons than ever before.

"RM Daily" and "GM Daily" are newspapers he reads every day, and the annual subscription fee of twenty or thirty dollars is nothing to him.

（《RM日报》70年代，每年15元，80年代每年18元，《GM日报》80年代每年14.4元）

Although he had the knowledge of later generations and knew the general direction of development, when he actually arrived in this era, with all sorts of details intertwined, he still didn't dare to take big steps forward.

He was still working at Factory 774 until 80.

However, the Institute of Computing Technology began to develop at this time.

He heard that a familiar face from later generations was a leader there.

I knew he would cause immense damage to the development of computer technology in China.

Thinking to myself: Since I'm here and will be working in the computer field in the future, and I've encountered this situation, I can only ask for your support for Brother Liu Guangtian's work.

So he took some time to visit the Institute of Computing Technology, where the leader suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died instantly.

A powerful figure, his career cut short before it even began—a truly tragic and lamentable end!

However, with "a whole family of loyal martyrs," they can be considered to have died a worthy death.

As for whether computers will develop in a better direction in the future, Yan Jiefang does not know yet, but he just cannot let them follow the old path.

After finishing this matter, Yan Jiefang still stayed to work at Factory 774.

In fact, he could have directly applied for a leave of absence without pay and gone to Guangzhou to bring back in-demand goods such as electronic watches and clothing to sell.

Some people have already sensed the business opportunity and started doing this, becoming millionaires.

However, money earned this way is difficult to pass through taxes and can basically be considered black money.

If the amount is less than 10,000, it doesn't matter too much, but once you become a millionaire, you'll have to worry about where to put that money!

Deposit in a bank?

You're probably not dying fast enough!

At this time, the labels of "capitalist roader" and "buy low and sell high" had not yet been completely removed.

Once you're implicated, you can forget about having a good life for the rest of your life.

The rules at the time stipulated that individual businesses were only allowed to engage in retail sales or operate in small quantities at local markets.

Private individuals traveling to Guangzhou and Shanghai in the south to purchase large quantities of clothing and then transporting and reselling it over long distances constitute typical speculative and profiteering activities.

The 1979 Criminal Law included the crime of speculation and profiteering. Large-scale cross-regional buying and selling of clothing for exorbitant profits was subject to joint investigation by the industry and commerce bureau, public security bureau, and tax bureau. The perpetrators could have all payments confiscated, be fined, and, in serious cases, face criminal charges. (Information from the internet)

Being a "ten-thousand-yuan household" held no appeal for Yan Jiefang, given that he already had over ten thousand yuan in savings in the 60s.

This is money that is publicly available, with a clear and verifiable source.

If you can't deposit it in a bank, you can only find a secluded place to put it.

I recall a true story where many people put their money in jars, buried them in the ground, and couldn't find them for years, only to have them accidentally discovered and dug up by someone else.

Many others were ripped off during the procurement process.

Yan Jiefang has ample space and an incredibly convenient way to source goods; he can definitely make a fortune by buying and selling.

But as mentioned before, this kind of money cannot be exposed to the light of day.

Living your own simple life is fine, but if you want to use this money to do big business, you'll inevitably get harassed by others sooner or later.

Moreover, it's very easy to find out if you want to investigate this matter.

He had already prepared the books and songs for publication, but reality dealt him another blow.

At that time, the relevant laws and regulations were far from perfect.

He had calculated that even if a bestselling book sold 100 million copies, he might only receive one or two thousand yuan in cash.

It seems we'll have to wait until later to receive royalties like in future generations.

Through this incident, he finally understood why Hai Zi, the bestselling poetry author, lived in poverty!