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Five hundred yuan was definitely a huge sum of money at that time. Chen Shuzhen was stunned with this remittance slip. Her first reaction was that she sent the wrong one. But when she carefully looked at the address on the letter and the remittance slip, she found that there was no such thing. Chen Shuzhen, Group 3, Wangjia Village, Santang Town, S County, H Province.

As far as Chen Shuzhen knows, there is only one of them in the third group of Wangjia Village, and even in the full Wangjia Village, there are only three of them. However, one of them is Wang Shuzhen and the other is Li Shuzhen, and only one of them is Chen Shuzhen.

Chen Shuzhen was holding this remittance slip, and she was not happy, but afraid. She felt that the money must have been sent by someone else in the wrong way. If someone else sent such a large amount of money, then how anxious would be. So Chen Shuzhen's first idea was not to ask for the money, but to go to the village committee to find Wang Kun and ask him to make an idea.

Wang Kun's first reaction was the same as Chen Shuzhen. People at that time had a very simple concept and were not their own things. Even if they were expensive, they would not want them.

"Isn't there any letter? You'll know after reading it." Wang Kun looked at a thick letter in Chen Shuzhen's hand.

The envelope is very large, made of kraft paper, and is very solid. When I opened the letter, I saw a monthly novel magazine and a letter that exuded the smell of ink.

"Comrade Chen Shuzhen, I am the editor of the novel monthly magazine. My pseudonym is 'Nuyan'. I will use this name to call you in the future.... We have received your 'Zodiac and Heroes' and have published the latest issue of the novel monthly magazine.... I would like to express my gratitude to our monthly magazine for your support and hope to send the second one within two months.... In addition, I would like to make a few requests to you. First, please send us the original manuscript. If it is not published, we will return the original manuscript. This is beneficial to our reading. Second, please do not write too sloppy. Third, put some effort into the description of the scene. In this way, it will be very beneficial to your future novels....Add a remuneration of 500 yuan."

"What's going on? When did I write about 'Loyal and Heroes'?" Chen Shuzhen said.

"Haha, I know what's going on. I have to ask Sanmao about this matter. Last month, he wanted envelopes and stamps, saying that he had written a novel and wanted to send it out. I didn't agree at the time and even scolded him. It seemed that he had secretly sent the novel." Wang Kun suddenly thought of Wang Xiaoming asking for envelopes and stamps from him. This matter was something he did.

"Really? Our Sanmao has become a writer?" Chen Shuzhen said in surprise. For her mother, her son has achieved success and has a bright future. This is her greatest achievement.

"You haven't seen the editor give him several opinions? He can only say that he has published an article, which is still far from a writer? Besides, Sanmao should develop into science, be a scientist and an engineer, and a writer is useless." Wang Kun said.

"Who said that he is a writer who is unpromising? The money he writes in a novel is equivalent to your two-year salary? Do you think he is promising?" Chen Shuzhen said proudly with the remittance slip.

"Can this be compared with me? I'm just a farmer. Okay, you go to the post office to withdraw the money and weigh half a pound of meat by the way. Let's celebrate tonight." Wang Kun said.

"Why half a pound is enough? I want to weigh one pound, stir-fry half and make meatballs, and reward my son." Chen Shuzhen said with a smile. Now she felt at ease. This is the money her son earns!

"Okay, okay, just reward, but you have to advise him to not spend his thoughts on this at night. At this stage, his task is to study. Only by doing a good job in learning can you make money the same when you make money." Wang Kun still doesn't agree with Wang Xiaoming's novels. In his opinion, this is purely a sinister way and cannot be a climate.

"How come this is true? You didn't read the editor's nonsense. I asked Sanmao to send the second one in two months? Now that his books have become lead type, how can he refuse others?" Chen Shuzhen said that in this era, it was quite amazing to be able to turn his name into lead type, let alone Wang Xiaoming turned thousands or tens of thousands of words he wrote into lead type? In her mind, Wang Xiaoming is now very promising.

"Let's discuss this matter later." Wang Kun said.

After Wang Xiaoming returned home, he found that the atmosphere at home suddenly became very special. His father had already come back and sat in the main hall. When he saw him, Wang Xiaoming found that his vision was very complicated. His mother was different, with a joyful expression, as if there was a big happy event at home.

"Brother, what happened at home?" Now Wang Xiaoming asked Wang Yu to do his homework after school every day and also had to tell stories, so Wang Daming had already come back after he came back.

"I don't know either. I asked my mother, but she said she would wait for you to come back before talking about this." Wang Daming also felt the strange atmosphere at home, but when he saw his mother cutting meat, he said that it was definitely not a bad thing.

"Mom, why are you so happy?" Wang Xiaoming put down his schoolbag and walked to Chen Shuzhen and asked. Seeing his mother cutting that big piece of meat, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help swallowing his saliva. It's been a long time since he tasted the meat.

In his previous life, Wang Xiaoming didn't like eating meat, and because he often sat in front of the computer, his body was a little distorted. But in this era, Wang Xiaoming realized that pork was indeed the best food, fragrant, sweet and tender. Perhaps it was because the rare things were precious, or perhaps it was because the pigs of this era were all fed pure natural and pollution-free.

"Of course it's a good thing." Chen Shuzhen said with a smile on her eyes.

"What a good thing, mom, just tell me." Wang Xiaoming said, thinking, was it because his father was promoted? But he was not a party member. When he was a village accountant, he had already achieved his highest achievement. He wanted to go further unless he could join the party. But beyond that, is there anything else at home?

"Let's talk about it when you're having a meal." Chen Shuzhen ignored Wang Xiaoming's coquettish behavior.

Seeing that this trick is useless, Wang Xiaoming knew that if his parents didn't take the initiative to tell it, it would be impossible for him to ask.

But when it was time to have dinner, the three siblings saw the dishes with meat on the table, and immediately threw away their previous suspicion. The three of them were like three hungry wolves, with only meat, meat and meat in their eyes.

Because Chen Shuzhen cut a pound of meat, most of them were put into the pot, and the rest had to be eaten tomorrow. But it was enough for this family, because at that time, no matter what kind of dishes were, as long as the meat was added, it would be a delicious dish, not to mention that the dishes tonight had a lot of meat.

Wang Xiaoming was overeating, and he hadn't eaten so much for a long time. Her second sister and elder brother were similar, but only Wang Kun and Chen Shuzhen were normal. They tried to leave the meat for the children. They were also very happy to see the children eating so happily.

Wang Xiaoming had the smallest appetite, so he put down his chopsticks first. When he found that his parents tried not to pick up the dishes with meat, and even if there was, they had to find the meat to pick up for the brother, sister and himself, his eyes were wet. In his previous life, Wang Xiaoming achieved nothing, not to mention getting married, and there was not even a girlfriend. The only thing that made him recall was a classmate in middle school, but after he went to college, the two never contacted each other again.

So he has no idea about his children, nor does he know how big a parent is, but today he feels it.

"Dad, mom, you eat meat too." Wang Xiaoming picked up two meatballs and put them in his parents' bowl.

"We're full, you guys." Wang Kun and Chen Shuzhen refused almost at the same time. They tacitly put the meatballs in the bowl to Wang Daming and Wang Mei respectively.

"Dad, mom, when I have money in the future, I will definitely let our family eat meat every meal." Wang Xiaoming said.

"Okay, then mom is waiting." Chen Shuzhen found that his son was really sensible. Although he was forgetful when he was having dinner just now, he was only five years old.

But she forgot that her five-year-old son had already written a novel of 100,000 words.
Chapter completed!