Porcelain, is a precious invention known in China for thousands of years, evolved from pottery, after years of development and continuation, reached its peak in the Song and Ming dynasties, divided into many types, in the whole Shijie is a famous art collection. This trip to the Kyocera Expo, Gu Yang benefited a lot.

Due to the absence of the Yuan Qing Dynasty in this parallel shijie, the manufacturing process of various porcelains was not lost in the war, but was passed down, not only some precious porcelain species from previous lives were able to appear at this exhibition, but also more exquisite porcelain that had not been heard of in previous lives.

This time, he had the honor to chat with Hu Zhengxing, president of the Chinese Collectors Association, a middle-aged man in his fifties who admired his works and formed a good fate.

It is worth noting that Hu Zhengxing actually had some friendship with Ye Qian, a master of Chinese culture, when the president of the association drank tea and chatted with him, he asked him how Ye Qian's physical condition was recently, which surprised the young man at that time, and then replied with a smile that it was very good, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the connections of the older generation are really broad, and he can still meet acquaintances here.

After admiring the porcelain for a few days and visiting a few familiar friends, Gu Yang ended his trip to Beijing and did not go to Tianhai again, but returned to his hometown - Luochuan City.

After more than half a year of hustle and bustle, he returned to his home, and Gu Yang finally got a bit of peace.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the pace of life slowed down suddenly, just like a speeding car suddenly slowed down, with a leisurely and leisurely mind, slowly driving forward.

The light of the morning woke Gu Yang up from his sleep, got up with a yawn, got dressed, and finished the six postures. With a bun in one hand, he went into the kitchen.

I saw that Yang Luo was busy cutting leeks inside, and there were a few pieces of liquid on the surface of the kitchen knife, next to it was a pile of flour in a basin, and a little next to it was the handwriting of "Hailan" on the soy sauce bottle, which was the trademark of soy sauce.

Today. What they want to eat is dumplings.

Reaching out and twisting the plain white flour dust, there was a slippery feeling that couldn't be grasped, Gu Yang made two mouthfuls and stuffed the bun in his hand into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Mom, I'll help you wrap it later." ”

"Hey, you're so busy outside, just rest, I'll be alone."

Yang Luo didn't reply, and the kitchen knife in his hand kept chopping vegetables. Make the sound of a knife cutting a leek landing on the cutting board.

"It's okay, Mom, I'm okay anyway."

"Nacheng, remember to wash your hands."

"Hey."

Gu Yang grinned, hurriedly washed his hands, returned to the kitchen, and began to make dumplings.

Dumplings are a kind of food that symbolizes family gatherings. There are many kinds of fillings, such as celery, greens, and even meat fillings. Of course, Gu Yang's favorite is leek filling, but if you eat too much, it is easy to numb, and with a little vinegar, this sequelae will disappear immediately, and there is more of an indescribable taste.

Mix the filling in a small basin. With the addition of the right amount of ingredients, under Gu Yang's amazing manpower, the flour was ravaged with extra strength, and after it turned into a piece of dough, the time for making dumplings officially began.

At times like these. Gu Yang's fish of water outside disappeared, only clumsiness and embarrassment remained, looking at the dumplings in his hand were either easy to leak out, or crooked and twisted without plastic surgery, and then looked at the dumplings wrapped by Yang Luo were neat and natural, like works of art, he couldn't help but smile, but he didn't leave the scene and gave up this position, but continued to continue his unique style in Gu's mother's laughter.

Now he doesn't think it's a big deal no matter how ugly he makes dumplings, just to enjoy the time with his family.

And his father Gu Zhengming was not at home at this time, so he still went to work according to his previous habits.

It's not for the sake of making a living, it's just idle at home, it's better to go out for a walk and be busy and enrich your life. As for performance, it is not as attentive as before, if it can be successful, it will not be a big deal if it can't be done, and it is just a life, chatting about leisure time.

I chatted with Yang Luo with a smile for a while, talking about my interesting things in these days, the dumplings have been wrapped and put in the pot, waiting for Gu's father to return.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door, and Gu Yang shouted, "I'll go see the door", and welcomed Gu's father in.

After setting up the plates, the old vinegar that smells the saliva in the mouth is put on the plate, and the TV is turned on, and it is very rare for a table of people to get together, smiling and looking at the content on the screen, talking about things.

This is the time that Gu Yang has been looking forward to for a long time.

I didn't worry too much, just chatted with the people close to me, and my soul was relaxed to the greatest extent.

"If only there was one more."

Using chopsticks to stick his own extremely unround dumplings, Gu Yang aimed at the vacant spot next to him, chuckling and shaking his head slightly.

I guess it's going to be a while.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, he dipped the dumplings in a mouthful of vinegar, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them slowly, and turned his eyes to the TV, watching the news inside.

The host on the TV is an intellectual woman, who is telling a piece of news.

It's just that the news is actually about him.

"The income list of online writers and the income list of physical writers has been released, and the genius boy Gu Yang is on the same list"

"After intense calculations, the 2016 annual online writer income list and entity writer income list have been dispatched, among them, the highest income of online writers is Chenling, occupying the top spot with 53.73 million, and the highest income of physical writers is Zhang Qing, with an income of 48.63 million."

"Among these two lists, we were surprised to find that a person's name appeared on two lists, that is, the juvenile writer, Gu Yang."

"Gu Yang ranks fourth among online writers with an income of 33 million, and occupies the third place in the list of physical writers, which can be said to be an unprecedented thing......"

Before the words on the TV were finished, Gu Yang obviously felt that his parents' eyes fell on him.

"Son, is it true?"

After being silent for a while, Father Gu spoke out the question in his heart.

Regarding Gu Yang's income, he never asked, and he didn't think it was too much, just one or two million, but now that it was exposed by the media, his heart couldn't help but set off a monstrous wave.

It's unimaginable that his son can earn more than 30 million yuan with royalties alone, this is not a game copyright adaptation, it's a hammer thing, a book can only be done once, this royalty can be said to be a trickle, every year, such a large amount of income, normal people can hardly get it in a lifetime.

"That's not allowed."

Gu Yang chuckled and denied the media report, which made Gu Zhengming and Yang Luo breathe a sigh of relief.

I said, how can it be so high, it turned out to be a false report.

"It's a little bit higher than that."

The sentence made up by the young man made Gu's father feel tight, and he couldn't help but clench the chopsticks in his hand.

"How much?"

Gu Yang smiled, pondered for a few seconds, and said: "It's about forty-one million, after all, the copyright fee of the music and the company's dividend income are all in the same account, mixed up, this is the approximate number, I can't figure out how much." ”

In fact, the statistics of this kind of writer's income list are not very accurate, like their income dust point Chinese network will be strictly confidential, because this is personal privacy. And people outside can only guess by relying on the data attached to the outside, and the results of this guess must be very vague, and even the internal members of the dust point will be dizzy when calculating various channel fees and benefits, and they can't calculate a standard data, except for the author himself, no one knows how much other people earn.

This number burst out, and Gu's father's chopsticks fell on the table, making a clicking sound.

"You mean, you also have music rights fees and company dividends?"

"Well, yes, the combined income of the two is more than 40 million, that is, I have more than 80 million in my account now."

Since it was his own parents, Gu Yang would not hide it, and directly reported the number.

Gu Zhengming and Yang Luo were immediately silent.

After a long while, Gu Zhengming got up and patted him on the shoulder: "Son, make good use of this money, this is your wealth." ”

Gu Yang smiled and nodded: "Dad, I know, sit down and eat dumplings, I'll clip one for you." ”

This huge wealth did not make Gu Yang proud, but he was consistent, humble and gentle towards his parents. Because he will always remember what his father said to him at that banquet a year ago, and that weak back.

This kindness should be repaid for a lifetime.

And on the Internet, because of the news report that Gu Yang was on the list of the two major writers, there was a storm about him again! (To be continued......)