After eating, Sun Liyuan shouted in the kitchen.

Everyone's eyes were withdrawn from the TV.

Han Xiaoxiao took the bowl and went to the pot to fill a small half bowl of rice.

Seeing this, Sun Liyuan smiled, you just eat such a little.

Han Xiaoxiao nodded, Mom, I'll eat a little outside, I'm not too hungry.

Sun Liyuan suddenly remembered something, by the way, I received a package today, you are not at home, I signed for you.

Han Xiaoxiao asked, what package?

Sun Liyuan hadn't opened it, there was still bone broth boiling in the pot at the time, and after she signed for the package, it was not touched and temporarily placed at the door.

I don't know, so I'll just put it at the door, and you can go and take it apart.

Han Xiaoxiao put down the half bowl of rice in his hand and took a pair of scissors, at this time, the package was not sealed with tape paper, but with a nylon bag containing the items, and sewing the mouth with needles and threads.

Before Han Xiaoxiao's scissors could be cut open, Sun Liyuan stopped Han Xiaoxiao's movements.

Xiaoxiao, this bag is still useful, you have to open it stitch by stitch, don't cut it off.

Han Xiaoxiao stood there embarrassed, Mom, what are you kidding, when will the stitches and threads be removed.

Sun Liyuan walked to the door, took the scissors from Han Xiaoxiao's hand, and half-squatted on the ground, let's come, while removing the stitches, she said, You young people, you don't have any patience at all.

Such a good bag, you can hold potatoes, you have to cut them.

Han Xiaoxiao doesn't understand this, but the basic common sense still knows, Mom, are you sure that potatoes will not sprout if you put them in this kind of bag.

Can you still eat sprouted potatoes?

Sun Liyuan replied to her in a helpless tone, you are half right, I really plan to ask it to sprout, bury some in the yard, and grow it to eat.

Han Xiaoxiao laughed dryly, very embarrassed.

The others sat at the dinner table, pulling food into their mouths, but in fact, their attention had already been distracted by Han Xiaoxiao's package.

Especially the youngest Han Junyan, who didn't eat anymore, walked up to Han Xiaoxiao secretly, learned from Han Xiaoxiao decently, and squatted down next to his mother.

I'm curious about what's inside, sister, what kind of West is this?

Han Xiaoxiao shook her head, and her mother would know when she opened it.

Han Xiaoxiao watched her mother take the trouble to unpack the package with a needle and a thread, and couldn't help but feel anxious for her, she really wanted to cut it with scissors to save this step of trouble.

After waiting for a while, I finally finished dismantling all the threads.

Han Xiaoxiao praised in surprise, Mom, you are amazing, such a long thread has never been broken.

Sun Liyuan looked proud, that is.

When Han Xiaoxiao and Sun Liyuan got rid of the bag, they found that they were still wrapped in newspapers.

Judging by the shape, it's a book.

Han Xiaoxiao opened the newspaper and wrapped it tightly.

After flipping through the book, it is Dream of Red Mansions, there are several groups, a group of two volumes, and a volume of twenty yuan.

Quite a bit more expensive than other books.

Qihang Magazine is very good at doing business, obviously one volume is perfect, so it has to be sold separately.

In later generations, a Dream of Red Mansions was a treasured book, and now it is divided into two volumes, and she is really not used to it.

In addition to these two books, what else, the bottom of the book, is also wrapped in another nylon bag.

Han Xiaoxiao didn't have much patience, and when Sun Liyuan didn't have time to stop it, she picked up the scissors and cut the bag open in three or two clicks.

Envelopes were scattered all over the place.

A large number of readers' envelopes were mailed back to her by Qihang Magazine.

Han Xiaoxiao opened the book, and there was an envelope in the book, which was written to her by Guoguo's editor.

It is said that these letters were sent by readers to the author.

Han Xiaoxiao demolished a few, and he didn't plan to dismantle them.

There are too many to see at all, so I will slowly take it apart and see it later.

To put it bluntly, the book was copied, she didn't pay, and she didn't have any feelings, just earn money.

Sun Liyuan is even more excited than Han Xiaoxiao herself, Xiaoxiao, mom is not mistaken, Dream of Red Mansions, is it the Dream of Red Mansions you wrote?

Han Xiaoxiao nodded, yes, Mom.

Han Chengwu said excitedly, bring it to me quickly.

Sun Liyuan took two volumes and gave them to Han Chengwu.

You see, how beautiful this book is, and how clearly it is written.

Much better than the books sold in bookstores.

Moreover, black and white drawings are attached to it.

Looking at the drawings in the painting, it is like witnessing the characters of the Dream of Red Mansions.

That picture was actually drawn by Han Xiaoxiao according to the sample of the Dream of Red Mansions in later generations and mailed it over.

Han Chengwu's face was also full of excitement.

It was a big surprise, seeing the actual books, Han Cheng Wu let go of the worries in his heart.

In fact, when his youngest daughter's book was not published, he secretly bought newspapers every day, and now there are several issues of newspapers under his pillow.

No one knows about this except his wife.

However, with his wife's temperament, this matter will definitely not be revealed for half a point.

He wanted these two books very much, but he couldn't pull his face and ask his daughter for them.

I kept stroking the cover of the book with my hand.

Han Xiaoxiao saw it in his eyes, his father was quite cute like this.

Dad can't put down the Dream of Red Mansions, Han Xiaoxiao is also happy, Dad, if you like it, take it.

Han Chengwu's eyes lit up, he coughed dryly, and said with a hard mouth, then I will take two volumes to add some popularity to you.

In case the price of this book is too expensive to sell, it is better to recommend it to a few neighbors when you go back.

Sun Liyuan slapped Han Chengwu angrily, you really can't speak, how can you say such an unlucky thing at this time.

After being slapped in the face, Han Chengwu was very aggrieved, but he didn't dare to refute.

Xiaoxiao, don't listen to your dad.

Your dad doesn't know how much he likes it.

He still has several old newspapers under his pillow, all of which he collected a few days ago.

I came out every night to see it.

It's still pretending.

was debunked by his wife, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed on Han Chengwu's face.

He didn't expect that his wife would expose him, and now he lost his face in front of the children.

Han Qingqing and Han Junyu listened to it with a confused face, but they still knew about Dream of Red Mansions.

I have collected a lot of newspapers.

Especially Han Qingqing, I really like the character Lin Daiyu created by the author.

They opened their mouths wide in surprise, they couldn't be mistaken, Dream of Red Mansions was written by Xiaomei.

Han Qingqing didn't believe that Xiaomei could write such a touching article.

Mom, what are you talking about, I don't understand.

How could Dream of Red Mansions be written by Xiaomei.

She has always imagined that the person who can write the Dream of Red Mansions must be an elderly person.

It's definitely not like this.

After Han Qingqing's question, Sun Liyuan suddenly thought that her youngest daughter had asked them to keep it a secret before, and this matter had not been revealed to several children at all.

The three children don't know anything about the youngest daughter writing articles.

She couldn't control her mouth when she was excited just now, and she leaked this matter.

Xiaoxiao, now that your articles have been published, you can say it.

Han Xiaoxiao nodded, it doesn't matter if my brothers and sisters know, but I'm afraid of trouble, please don't spread it outside.

Otherwise, I won't have a day of peace.

When they determined from Han Xiaoxiao's mouth that Dream of Red Mansions was really written by her.

I was shocked.