Chapter 195

No matter what Mrs. Li said, she didn't even touch the remittance slip.

Li Jianbin talked with Li Jianshe for a while, thinking that he had to go to the city. He didn't dare to delay. He said to Li Jianshe and Mrs. Li and left again.

At noon, old man Li and others who came back from outside knew that Li Jianshe asked Li Miaomiao to write down his dream, send it to contribute, and got 20 yuan for the manuscript.

Xu Guifen looked surprised and thought that the third child was also a wonderful flower. She had to let Zhao Di write it down to have a dream. Even if she wrote it down, she had to take it to contribute. The most annoying thing was that he was selected to contribute.

This track is almost catching up with their Qiubao.

The second room was jealous and jealous. For this matter, Zhang Guizhi talked about Li Jiandang all noon, "why don't you have this shit luck? Look, the third man still dreams of getting promoted and getting rich. You can only dream of eating in the ground."

Zhang Guizhi was so angry that she didn't like Li Jianshe at all. Secretly, she laughed at Guan Chunyan for marrying such a man. What a result.

She thinks that a good man, after separation, has nothing to do with farting except digging in the ground. In addition to eating, the rest of his sons are angry with her.

Looking at Sanfang, Li Jianshe has earned 20 yuan for her contributions. Li Zhaodi's dead girl film is smart and sensible, and she has to go to the city to compete on behalf of the school.

People are more popular than people.

Li Jiandang was too lazy to listen to Zhang Guizhi. He simply went to Sanfang to talk to Li Jianshe. He mainly wanted to hear Li Jianshe boast about his dream and how he thought of submitting the story.

Since I blew the bull, I must have blown it to the end, "I didn't expect it. My daughter said that writing stories can make money, so I asked my daughter to write it for me. You have to ask me how my daughter knows so much? I didn't say it before? My daughter is not an ordinary person, and the old fairy in my dream gave me advice."

Li Jiandang said, "isn't that what you said?"

Li Jianshe said angrily, "it's true that Qiu Bao has adventures. How can my daughter not? So the feng shui of Lao Li's family is really good. With a daughter, we have everything..."

Li Jiandang, who has only three sons and no daughter, said he was heartbroken.

I knew that Feng Shui at home was Wang's daughter and not Wang's son. Why did he have three sons? You might as well have three daughters.

After Li Jianshe knew his idea, he said, "second brother, who can say well about having children and daughters? You can't have daughters because your family is not prosperous. If you have such a heart, you may have no daughters all your life."

Li Jiandang: "

What's the matter? He can't even think about it?

No matter what Li Jiandang thought, he left dejected in the end.

After old man Li learned this from old lady Li, he came to praise Li Jianshe. Li Jianshe said modestly, "I didn't do anything, mainly because my daughter is powerful. She knows much, and I listen to her."

After all, I'm half illiterate at any rate. What if I take all the credit and get exposed?

Old man Li smiled happily, "Miaomiao, that girl will make great achievements in the future."

Now old man Li changed his mouth directly.

Li Jianshe looked proud, "that's not."

...

When Li Miaomiao came back from school, he was very happy to know about it. He slapped her father, "Dad, it's great. You don't have to kill pigs in the middle of the night."

Li Jianshe was moved by Li Miaomiao's words and said, "yes, I don't have to go in the future."

Since writing a manuscript can make money, why should he run to suffer in the middle of the night.

He has been tired and thin for a month.

Their father and daughter were talking in the house, while Guan Chunyan took Li Xiaopeng out to cook. When they were happy, they gathered together and whispered when they would withdraw the money. Then when she didn't have class, they went to the city to buy things.

Li Jianshe said, "don't wait for your uncle to help us buy cotton?"

"Uncle, I don't know when to buy it. Let's go to the city first to see if we can buy cotton. By the way, ask who produces cotton. We can collect some."

I hope it can't be on Li Jianbin alone.

As soon as the national day passed, the weather gradually turned cold. They had so much time waiting for Li Jianbin.

Li Jianshe thought what Li Miaomiao said was reasonable. "Well, I'll go to the commune to withdraw the money in the afternoon. If you don't have classes at the weekend, we'll go to the city."

After discussing this matter, Li Jianshe remembered that the letter written to him by the newspaper had not asked Li Miaomiao to help read it.

I didn't take it out and let Li Miaomiao read it to him. The meaning of the newspaper is very simple, which means that his story has been selected and will be published in the newspaper in the form of serial in the future.

Let Li Jianshe send tens of thousands of words of manuscripts every month. They will calculate the money at the price of five thousand words. Because Li Jianshe sent few manuscripts this time, it was only 20 yuan.

In the future, more manuscripts will be given, and more money will be paid for the remittance. The newspaper said that it would send a copy of the published newspaper to Li Jianshe next time.

I didn't send it this time.

Also, let Li Jianshe ensure the quality of the manuscript. If Li Jianshe has any problems in the future, you can also contact editor Wang of their newspaper.

In short, reading the whole article is good news.

Li Miaomiao couldn't be happy. "Dad, in this way, our family's income can be guaranteed."

Li Jianshe was happy. After he was happy, he began to ask Li Miaomiao how to calculate the price of five thousand words. Li Miaomiao said, "you write five yuan for one thousand words and fifty yuan for ten thousand words."

This price is very good for Li Jianshe, a newcomer.

Tens of thousands of words a month, their family income can exceed 100, should.

Just think about it, Li Miaomiao is not happy. It makes more money than going to work in the city.

Her calculation immediately made Li Jianshe's thinking clear, "so valuable?"

He thought the stories of this era were as worthless as those of their time.

"Isn't it? Uncle's salary is only a few times a month. Dad, you work hard and can earn several times more than uncle a month. You have to cheer." Li Miaomiao encouraged and looked forward to Li Jianshe.

When Li Jianshe was seen by his daughter, she suddenly said, "I'll try my best."

After being happy, Li Miaomiao didn't forget to tell Li Jianshe to keep a low profile. If others know this, the people of the brigade should not die of acid.

Li Jianshe nodded, "girl, don't worry, I know. I won't show people the remittance slip in the future."

"By the way, we can't withdraw money from the commune in the future. If others ask, everyone will know." the commune is so big. If there are interested people, can Li Jianshe hide it?