On January 21st, fine, more than 10 o'clock in the morning, Zhuo Ziyuan finished sleeping, and just after breakfast, someone knocked on someone, and asked, "Are you at home?"

"Are you?" Zhuo Ziyuan ran over to open the door and found that someone was coming, and he didn't know it.

"What's your name?" It was strange that someone had asked his name first.

"My name is Zhuo Ziyuan, what's the matter. Zhuo Ziyuan didn't care, what else could he do with himself in his own village.

"That's right, come on, here's your registered letter. ”

"Registered mail?" "A little confused, who sent me the letter?" But Zhuo Ziyuan still took it easily, and watched the other party walk in front of the little donkey not far away, hanging a green bag, sure enough, it was the postman, why didn't he notice it just now.

Looking at the words of the reader on the registered letter, Zhuo Ziyuan was very happy, there was a reply so soon, and I thought it was going to be after the New Year, when were the editors so active, it is estimated that his one-time submission worked, haha.

Zhuo Ziyuan hurriedly opened the letter, there was a letter, a remittance slip, and a few manuscript papers, the remittance slip was from Huaxia Bank, with 34,610 yuan, so much Zhuo Ziyuan didn't expect. A few pieces of manuscript paper were returned manuscripts, and after looking at it, three short stories were returned, and Zhuo Ziyuan didn't care.

Next, Zhuo Ziyuan looked at the letter, which was written by an editor named Wang Liang, the letter was very long, mainly summarized as follows, I am very grateful to Zhuo Ziyuan for his submission, and said that they completed the review as quickly as possible, there are 4 small jokes and 3 short stories that were rejected, please forgive me. However, the other accepted manuscripts are paid according to the highest manuscript fee standard, and their magazine attaches great importance to it, and hopes that the follow-up articles of Zhuo Ziyuan will continue to be reprinted by their magazine, and do not switch to other magazines. And as a result of the letter, he left the landline number of their magazine and his personal private mobile phone number.

Zhuo Ziyuan thought about it and felt that it was necessary to have a telephone communication with him, mainly because he wanted to sign a contract, explaining that their magazine only had the right to reprint articles, and did not have the rights of online dissemination, compilation and publishing, film and television adaptation, electronic and audio and video recordings, etc., so as to avoid any subsequent disputes. But it's not in a hurry, now I have money, but it's just a remittance slip, you need to go to the bank to put it out, and you can't just take it all in cash, the money can be used in cash, but there is money in the future, it's not very convenient to use the remittance slip all the time, and you need to get a bank card. However, Zhuo Ziyuan is not yet 16 years old, and he can't do it, so he can only let his parents do it, and borrow it himself, it seems that he can't hide it, or let his parents know that they can make money, and it should be easier for them to listen to their own opinions and open convenience stores faster. There is also the need to let parents get a landline, otherwise it is inconvenient, the mobile phone is not in a hurry to buy now, and it is not much to buy, and it is conspicuous to hold, there is no need, Zhuo Ziyuan just wants to make money quietly, and he doesn't want everyone to know.

At dinner, Zhuo Ziyuan had a showdown with his parents, "Dad, Mom, I made some money writing novels." ”

"What, you have nothing to write a novel, you can still make money, you just need to study hard, do you lack money to spend?

"It doesn't affect my studies, and it can improve my writing skills, you see, this is what I earned, remittance slip, tomorrow we will go and withdraw the money." Zhuo Ziyuan hoped to help his studies to reduce the pressure, and handed the remittance slip to his father.

"Ten million," Dad counted the numbers, dumbfounded, "What kind of novel do you write, so valuable?"

Mom also snatched it over and looked, "Xiaoyuan, you didn't do anything bad, listen to Mom, don't do it, it's important to study hard." "Mom is still worried that Zhuo Ziyuan will be bad.

Zhuo Ziyuan hurriedly showed the letter given by the editor, as well as the registered mail shell, and read it for a while, but his parents were still unbelievable, you must know that now it is more than 30,000 yuan, not to mention a huge amount of money, but also a lot of money, and many families can't earn so much in a year. My own son, can make so much money by writing articles? But the evidence is all because they don't believe it.

"Son, yes, yes, so powerful at such a young age, it's not my son. Dad quickly accepted and put gold on his face.

"Dad, Mom, I will continue to write, continue to make money, I just hope you will think about the matter of opening a supermarket I said last time, and I want to go to the city tomorrow afternoon to withdraw the money, and then I need my mother to use my ID card to help me apply for a bank card." "This is more troublesome, Huaxia Bank's points are only available in the city, and now Zhuo Ziyuan only has rural cooperatives in their town.

"Okay, you can come tomorrow, take the bus, and have change. ”

"Well, yes, that's it. ”

In the afternoon of the next day, Zhuo Ziyuan first went to Li Xinyuan's house to say hello, there was something at home, no classes, and then took the bus into the city, this is the first time since Zhuo Ziyuan was reborn, not to mention, it is quite feeling. Now although the town is open to buses, but the frequency is less, the interval is 1 hour, but there will be a kind of private business bus, beckoning to stop, where you want to get off on the route, you don't need to wait for the bus stop, it is very convenient, 3 yuan a trip, really expensive, the BRT after 10 years in the previous life is only 1 yuan, you can do several times the distance, apply for a citizen card, as long as 6 cents.

Zhuo Ziyuan's stall was not very far from the bank, so he quickly got a bank card and transferred the money to 25,000, and the rest was withdrawn in cash. In the winter, I wore more clothes, more than 9,000 yuan, and I couldn't see anything in the inner pocket of my down jacket.

Before going home, Zhuo Ziyuan deliberately walked around the city, and found a musical instrument shop, ready to buy a flute for the little girl, after all, it has troubled their family for so long, and it will be troublesome for several years in the future, and there is no tuition fee, buy a flute as a New Year's gift, and give it to the little girl, so she will not refuse.

When he arrived at the musical instrument shop, Zhuo Ziyuan knew that he was Meng Lang, there were many types of flutes, the boss asked him if he wanted Zizhu or Guizhu, and what else was spotted bamboo, and asked him if he wanted a hole flute or a south flute, and Zhuo Ziyuan was speechless.

Fortunately, Zhuo Ziyuan had seen Li Xinyuan's flute, so he bought it according to that style, and at this time Zhuo Ziyuan knew that the little girl used the southern flute.

I asked about the price, from more than two hundred to nearly two thousand, and the boss talked a lot, how about the cheap ones, and how about the expensive ones.

Zhuo Ziyuan heard his head big, and said directly, "Boss, don't talk so much, just give me 1880, but I have a condition, because this is what I gave away during the New Year, if I don't deal with it at that time, I will bring someone to change." ”

When the boss heard that it was big business, he hurriedly nodded and agreed, bought the Nanxiao, opened the **, and gave the business card. Buying a good flute, Zhuo Ziyuan inquired about the price of the guqin again, obediently, the worst is more than 2,000, the best is more than 50,000, it's really a luxury, he can't buy a bad fool, and when he earns more money next year, he is buying. told the boss that he would come back next year to buy a better guqin, and the boss happily sent him out, and he wanted to smoke, but Zhuo Ziyuan refused, just kidding, he had never smoked in his previous life, and he didn't want to be a smoker.