"Chunxiang, have you closed the stall?"

"What if you don't collect the stall, can you still be expected to do my family's business?"

Two middle-aged women greeted each other with their daily bad words.

It was getting dark, and the daily livelihood of every household in Tianji Lane was almost over.

People who set up stalls in the vegetable market push tricycles home in twos and threes.

The stone seats on the path next to the front door of Lin Miao's house were full of idlers waiting for dinner.

Jiang Ping was also mixed in the middle, giggling and laughing about the short gossip of the parents with the neighbors in a serious manner.

She didn't have to go to work this afternoon, and went home early after having lunch in the canteen of her unit.

When I got home, I didn't have much to do, but out of love for clean living habits, I took the initiative to clean the house, and by the way, I used the washing machine to wash the clothes of the whole family that had accumulated for two or three days. It was more than 2 o'clock in the afternoon to survive such a busy time. Then I lay down and took a nap, and when I woke up, it was already gloomy.

After getting up, Jiang Ping didn't have the heart to cook at all, so she made up her mind to let Lin Guorong take her and Lin Miao out of the restaurant at night.

So she was idle anyway, so she simply sat outside the house and chatted with the neighbors on the left and right for a while.

The neighbors' attitudes towards Lin Miao's family have become more and more complicated recently.

On the one hand, as soon as they see Lin Guorong and Jiang Ping, they will subconsciously want to stammer, but at the same time, these people secretly hate Lin Guorong and Jiang Ping's bad habit of pretending to be forced every day.

Whenever Lin Guorong and Jiang Ping intentionally or pretended to show off their wealth in front of them, or bragged about some things in the street, none of these neighbors did not hate it in their hearts, but they had to pretend to be "you are so happy, we bless you", smirking so that the facial muscles stiffened and the schizophrenia was quite painful.

It's a pity that everyone is obviously so entangled, but no one in this courtyard has dared to stand up for justice and tear Lin Miao and their family head-on.

So to this day, the nervous Jiang Ping still feels that she lives in a harmonious courtyard, and she doesn't pay attention to the insinuations and scolding of individual middle-aged women at all - just as the other party is just playing a not so funny joke with her.

"Ah Ping, you bought a lot of things for your son yesterday, right? I saw your son go out in the morning, his schoolbag was almost gone, so many things, can he finish eating?" Ah Fang and Jiang Ping After a few days of cold war, the two resumed their friendship with sisters in the small courtyard.

After all, she didn't let her son learn the piano, and the main reason was that she felt that the tuition fees of the Children's Palace were indeed a bit unbearable for their family. Last time, she was so angry that she went home, but in hindsight, she felt that Jiang Ping came in time and helped her save 2,000 yuan a year.

"It's okay, I can't finish eating and take it home, it's all packaged, and it won't be bad!" Jiang Ping replied with a big grin.

Ah Fang smashed his mouth, and said with envy and jealousy: "You are too spoiled for your son, so spoiled, it is easy to spoil the child!"

"Who would not be spoiled if there is such a smart son in the family? If my grandson can go to the fifth grade at the age of 6, not to mention Qiuyou to buy him more snacks, I will be happy to buy it every day! At the end of each year, Ah Rong has a bonus of five or six thousand yuan, and now Ah Ping is still working on the street, with such a stable salary every month, and no money for food, the two husbands and wives add up to so much money, who else can they spend if they don't give their son flowers? Is it possible to give it back to Ah Rong's little wife outside?"

The old woman laughed when she finished speaking.

Ah Fang also laughed twice, and the laughter had a kind of irony for Jiang Ping being green.

But Jiang Ping didn't know if she thought she knew Lao Lin well, so she didn't care about these gossips, or her nerves were thick enough to be used as a rope to tie crabs, she actually followed haha silly, and answered: "He has a lot of ability, so he just needs to raise it! I won't stop him!"

Jiang Ping's words came out, and a group of people waiting to watch the play on the side had no choice but to continue playing, so they retreated one after another.

The old lady who sold snails laughed for a while, she didn't get the expected effect from Jiang Ping, and continued without words: "Ah Ping, I think you've been working hard lately, right? You have to go to work during the day, and you have to pick up your son every night, and you do everything at home." Your Ah Rong is really blessed to be able to marry a wife like you. If it were me, if he had such a stable job, I wouldn't have done so much housework for him!"

This is a little suspicious of provoking the relationship between other people's husband and wife, but Jiang Ping is still very indifferent, and said with a smile: "The housework is very simple, wipe the house every day, the house will be clean every day, and it doesn't take much effort to clean it." However, it is really a little tiring to pick up my baby at night, the Children's Palace is so far away, and it takes more than half an hour to ride a bicycle on the way back and forth. ”

The old lady who sold snails showed a dirty smile, and suddenly drove the train and said, "So I don't have the strength to come back at night, so I can only rely on Ah Rong to move alone, right?"

When Ah Fang heard this kind of topic, he was immediately excited, and asked, "How many minutes can your Ah Rong move?"

"Alas, you people ......" Jiang Ping, as a married woman who has been through a hundred battles, was inexplicably shy when she talked about this kind of thing, and got up and went back to the house, "I won't tell you, I'll go back to make dinner." ”

"What are you running, you haven't bought any food, what are you going to do for dinner?" the old woman who sold snails laughed and didn't give up, "Ah Rong can move for a few minutes? Is it not a few minutes to move, embarrassed to tell us?"

"What do you say?" In the room next to him, a person suddenly came out.

Lin Guorong took Lin Miao's hand and glanced at the old lady coldly.

The old lady couldn't laugh for a moment, and her expression was like a schoolboy who was caught talking bad about the teacher behind her back.

"It's nothing, it's nonsense. The old woman grinned awkwardly and went back to her house with her neck bent.

Ah Fang didn't dare to look at him, smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm back", and hurriedly walked away.

Lin Guorong didn't pursue the gossip of these women, but he still frowned, and taught Jiang Ping: "Don't talk nonsense with these people, what is there to say?"

"What's wrong with talking to your neighbors? As long as you have a lot of rules in your house, you don't drink with those messy people everywhere. Jiang Ping has never been a vegetarian, so she went back directly.

"Forget it, forget it, if I don't tell you this, you won't be able to teach it anyway. Lin Guorong had to give Jiang Ping another personality, and then he pulled her into the house, closed the door, and stood at the staircase to take off his shoes, and suddenly changed his smile moodily, and said with a happy appearance, "Come up, I'll tell you a good thing." ”

Jiang Ping's five elements belong to mud, and they can change how people pinch them.

As soon as he heard Lin Guorong say that there was something good, he immediately raised the corners of his mouth, and asked with a smile: "What is a good thing?"

"Come up and talk about it. Lin Guorong threw off his leather shoes and went upstairs.

Jiang Ping turned her head and asked Lin Miao, "Baby, what's a good thing?"

Lin Miao replied very realistically: "I made money, I made a lot of money." ”

……

Half a minute later, Lin Guorong took out a thickly propped envelope from the inner pocket of his suit jacket and handed it to Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping's eyes lit up, opened the envelope, took out a stack of gray Big Four hundred-yuan bills from it, and counted them excitedly: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight......"

"5000 pieces. Lin Miao sat on the sofa, proudly crossed Erlang's legs, and then said the truth, "It's all your son's money." ”

"Huh?" Jiang Ping stopped halfway through counting the money, looked at Lin Miao strangely, and asked puzzledly, "He...... By the way, didn't he go on an autumn outing today? How did he come back with you? Did you pick him up at school?"

I'll go, this god-like brain circuit!

Lin Miao replied: "When I came out of the dock, I was taken to the building of Dongou Daily by my father, and this money was the manuscript fee I got for writing the book." ”

"Why is there so much manuscript fee? Didn't you give 50 yuan last time......" Jiang Ping was a little difficult to digest this fact.

Lin Guorong immediately showed a very disgusted expression, and habitually spoke viciously to each other: "What was last time and this time, can it be the same last time and this time? Why do you say you don't understand anything?"

Jiang Ping glanced at him, and said angrily: "Yes, yes, I don't understand, you know, did you earn this money? You don't know how many pounds and taels you have, if it weren't for my son, do you know what a manuscript fee is?"

Lin Guorong was poked in the sore spot by Jiang Ping and couldn't speak.

Lin Miao finally couldn't help but say at this time: "I said, either we eat first, or we will put away the money first, what kind of time are you two wasting? I still have classes at night!"

Jiang Ping reacted at this time, and hurriedly said: "That's right, by the way, I didn't buy the food today, it just so happened that my son made so much money, our family went out to eat first!"

"Don't!" Lin Miao immediately shouted, "I've worked hard for a few months to earn money, and you're going to eat it all?"

Lin Guorong immediately said: "Then what do you want to buy? ”

"Alas......" Lin Miao sighed, "You don't need to buy anything, or let's install a flushing toilet, 5,000 yuan should be enough." ”

After saying it, I felt sad.

Which reborn person has his misery?

It's been a few months of confusion, and I can't even take the initiative to install a flushing toilet in my own hands......

"Flush the toilet......" Lin Guorong hesitated a little, but he was not in a hurry to refuse.

Although he doesn't know much about education, there is one thing that ordinary parents in this era can't compare, that is, he seems to be born with respect for his children.

Lin Guorong thought for a while, and asked Lin Miao in a consultative tone, "Do you want to ...... How about installing a phone first?"

Lin Miao was silent, shook her head, and her expression was very firm.

Lin Guorong could only ask Jiang Ping for help and asked, "Do you think it's better to install a phone or a flushing toilet?"

"Of course it's a flushing toilet! Do you still want to pour a few years of dung?" Jiang Ping was angry with her stomach, and she didn't even think about it, so she sprayed Lin Guorong with a bad face.

The family meeting was 2 to 1, and Lao Lin had no choice but to admit defeat.

He put the money in the envelope, even if he didn't turn the money into his long-desired home phone as he wished, he was in a good mood, and said with a smile: "My son has the final say on how to spend the money he earns." It's good to install a flushing toilet, I'll go to Jiangbei tomorrow and say hello to my mother first. Otherwise, she will have to talk about it again when she comes back. ”

"Your mother always comes and goes, isn't it troublesome? Either she has been living here, or she has been living in the countryside and moving around, what is the point of her tossing around like this? Jiang Ping said unhappily.

When Lin Miao heard her mother say this, she remembered that when she was young, her grandmother would often come back to live.

The two darkest rooms in the middle of the downstairs are my grandmother's bedroom.

The bed and wardrobe in that room are still there, and of course, the bucket is there.

Therefore, as long as the grandmother comes back to live, and the first few people in the family usually go to the toilet or take a bath, the situation will be more troublesome, and you must take advantage of the grandmother's absence to do so.

A family of three went downstairs while talking.

It was past 5 o'clock, Jiang Ping didn't cook, and Lin Miao had to rush to the Children's Palace again.

So I can't go out to the restaurant.

Out of the door, the family directly took a tricycle.

After getting in the car, Jiang Ping asked Lin Guorong about the details of the manuscript fee.

Lin Guorong first told Jiang Ping about the publication and publication of "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" under his name, Jiang Ping didn't think there was anything wrong at all, and he wasn't very interested, and then Lin Guorong talked about the source of the manuscript fee: "Dongou Daily has money, and the people in their editorial department think that the things they write this time are of very high quality, so they don't pay according to the number of words, but by article." One article is for 200 yuan, and Ah Miao wrote 23 articles, 4600, what else will I write next......"

"Preamble. Lin Miao said.

"Yes, write a preface. Lin Guorong continued, "This preface is calculated as 400 yuan. It adds up to a total of 5,000 pieces. ”

After Jiang Ping heard this, she picked up Lin Miao and kissed her to death, and couldn't help but say, "Baby!

Lin Miao took out a tissue and wanted to wipe the saliva off her face, but after thinking about it, she put it back again, there will definitely be a second wave......

Sure enough, Lin Guorong continued: "It's not just that, the people from the publishing house said that after the book is published, we still have a share to take, and for every copy sold, we can get a commission of 2 cents." ”

"What's the meaning of 2 cents?" Jiang Ping said disdainfully.

"I'll just say you don't understand anything, right?" Lin Guorong immediately took the opportunity to lose a sentence, and then explained loudly, "Sell 1 copy, we take 2 cents, what if we sell 10,000 copies? 100,000 copies?"

"How much is 100,000?" Jiang Ping came back to her senses and blinked.

Lin Miao said: "20,000?"

"20,000?!" Jiang Ping screamed loudly.

"What are you arguing about?" Lin Guorong stretched out his hand, covered Jiang Ping's mouth, and reprimanded sternly, "Do you understand that wealth is not exposed? You are so loud that you want the whole world to know?"

The rider in front of him finally couldn't help but show a dog's expression.

Your family has been talking about this halfway, and now that you think about it, you have to keep a low profile?

And something that was obviously written by your son, but it turned out to be published under the name of your dog day - baba, stinky and shameless!

What's going on in this world? How can all the money be made by you stinky and shameless people?!

The tricycle driver, full of hatred, pedaled the car into the air.

Ten minutes later, the tricycle stopped in front of the small restaurant on Xicheng Street.

The coachman didn't leave immediately after receiving the money, and watched Lin Miao's family of three walk into the restaurant.

He looked at Lin Miao's young figure, frowning slightly, and faintly felt that something was wrong.

But...... What's wrong?

The coachman didn't figure out the crux of the problem for a long time, so he had to shake his head and give up thinking, turn the head of the car and ride back, muttering in his heart: "It's still good to be educated, you can make so much money by writing a few words, if Lao Tzu could finish primary school back then, he wouldn't have to work so hard now......"