Lunch was extraordinarily silent.

Erison was too lazy to get involved in the dispute between the couple and the couple, he was a lot older, and now he just wanted to live a good life.

As for the children's lives, that's their own business.

Anyway, Ai Zhongguo, a healthy and normal middle-aged person, can't starve to death.

If you don't die of hunger or get sick, that's a great thing.

The rest is just a trivial matter.

Therefore, Ellison ate the meal very fragrantly, and ignored the quiet atmosphere at the dinner table.

After eating, Ellison walked to the yard, picked up a fishing rod, and said to Lang Xiangying in the house: "I went fishing in the afternoon, and I will come back to see the store in the evening." ”

The fish god of the vegetable market went out with great dignity.

Ai Qing didn't plan to get involved with his parents, so he simply finished the meal neatly, and followed his grandfather's steps with Xiaoyu in his arms, went to the community pond to watch him fish, and took himself to the compartment to touch the fishing rod.

Xiaoyu squatted on Ai Qing's shoulder, the cat's sense of balance was quite good, no matter how fast Ai Qing walked, she couldn't fall off.

Follow Grandpa's back all the way to the pond.

Erison found a nice spot, just in time for a gazebo and shade trees to shade the sun, and as soon as the pony was released, he began to prepare for fishing.

Ai Qing didn't pay much attention to it, so he sat down directly on the bench in the gazebo, and then picked up some bait from his grandfather, flicked the hook, and landed in the middle of the pond.

At this time, Xiaoyu jumped off his shoulder, squatted on the bench, looked at the water curiously, and lowered her head little by little, as if there was a moon in the water waiting for her to fish.

"You look at the little fish." Ellison noticed this scene and couldn't help reminding, "Don't fall into the water, and don't let her run around, you don't have a leash." ”

"It's okay, Xiaoyu is very well-behaved." Ai Qing touched her head, "This is a pond, it's full of water, you haven't swam, it's better not to fall down." ”

"Huh." Ellison shook his head, "She can't understand what you say, don't cry when the cat loses it." ”

"I'm not a kid anymore." Ai Qing said, "I'll catch more than you in a while, don't worry." ”

……

In the afternoon, the little fish obediently stayed by Ai Qing's side, at most they walked around the gazebo, or jumped on the stones by the pond, looking at themselves curiously on the water.

At about half past five, the two of them were ready to pack up and go home.

Each looked at the fry in the other's bucket, and then all of them were dumped back into the pond.

"How?"

"I won't count this time." Erison shook his head repeatedly, "Just now the little fish ran on the stone and scared my fish away. ”

"Guess who is closer to the stone she was standing on?"

"You kid is so talkative, go back and ask your grandma to go on a blind date for you."

The grandfather and grandson talked all the way back home, and dinner was ready.

At this time, the atmosphere at the dinner table is relatively normal.

Yao Qiang looked at her son and asked softly, "How is your novel written now?" ”

"Okay."

"I remember writing for more than a month, right? You tell me more about it. ”

"Oops, that's it." Ai Qing feels that there is nothing to say, after all, there is not even a thousand follow-up readings now, although it is much better than the previous book, but when converted into manuscript fees, it is not very much.

"Don't be perfunctory." Ai Zhongguo glanced at him, "Didn't you earn more than 10,000 yuan in your last book?" So how about this one? Your grandparents don't know, so let's talk about how the money came from. ”

"It's just that website, you send the book up, and you sign a contract with the platform." Ai Qing explained helplessly, "Then the first ten or two hundred thousand words of the novel I wrote are free for readers to read, and when the content in the back starts to be charged, readers spend money to buy it, and the income is fifty-five points with the platform, and what I get is my manuscript fee." ”

This is simple and easy to understand, and Alisong and Lang Xiangying are not old antiques, although smartphones are not so flexible, so they can understand the website platform and the like.

"So how much can you have in a month now?" Ai Zhongguo asked.

"Wait for the middle of this month to start charging, if the results are stable, it is estimated that it will be four or five thousand a month?" Ai Qing made a simple estimate.

"Isn't that nice?" Yao Qiang said slowly, "It's better than the last book you said, right?" Progress is a good thing, and more money and less money are secondary. ”

"So what the hell is the book?" Ai Zhongguo was a little impatient, "I still don't know what the title of the book is." ”

"When I earn more than 10,000 yuan a month, I'll tell you." Ai Qing bet on his father's mouth with a word.

Anyway, although the results of this book are good, it is not good to that extent, and the fact that he earns more than 10,000 yuan a month is undoubtedly a fantasy for a little Karami like him.

He now has more than 100,000 words, and he can barely see his title in the sixth or seventyth place on the overall list of new books.

On the light novel classification list, almost all of them are fanworks, and the original books are rarer than the other, and Ai Qing can only rank fourteenth.

And a few days ago, he was still outside the twenties, and after a batch of new light novels hit the shelves last week, his ranking only jumped.

"You can earn more than 10,000 yuan a month by writing novels, and you can be regarded as a small writer." Ai Zhongguo laughed twice, "When the time comes, I will give you the propaganda of the association." ”

Ai Qingqing's father rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that if you say that, you will never want to know the title of his book for the rest of your life.

……

After dinner, Ai Qing routinely followed her grandmother to the yard to feed the cats.

By the time I arrived, the courtyard wall was already full of kittens, and their eyes were like light bulbs at night.

Xiaoyu didn't go to the yard, inside the balcony door, Lang Xiangying opened her a canned cat and fed her in a bowl, enjoying the delicious food alone.

The cats in the yard can only eat a big pot of rice.

Ai Qing looked at the little brothers in the courtyard, and then at the pure white fish in the living room of Liangtang, who was immersed in eating canned food, quite like a noble lady in a big family.

"Say." Lang Xiangying said suddenly, "Xiaoyu is also one year old, is it possible to breed?" ”

"No, you can't." Ai Qing subconsciously refused, without the slightest hesitation, and then coughed and explained to her grandmother, "There's no need for that, our family doesn't specialize in raising cats, why do you do this." ”

"That's what I said." After all, Lang Xiangying still has a heavy traditional concept, and when she reaches the childbearing age stage and does not give birth to a baby, she feels that it is not right, "Seeing that Xiaoyu is so beautiful, it is a pity not to have a litter." ”

Xiao Yu, who was squatting at the door of the balcony to eat, raised his head, blinked at his grandmother, and then looked at Ai Qing with a puzzled expression in his eyes.

"No, grandma, there are less than seven or eight in your yard now, and more than a dozen cats, and then a litter is squeezed to death." Ai Qing said, "You find an opportunity to take the Duga in the yard and send Sister Qian to be sterilized." ”