The Burden of the 00s (5)

The manuscript written by Duan Qingen of the Duan family was actually noticed by the publishing house and paid royalties! !

The news soon spread to almost every household in the four buildings.

Their small city was already poor, and parents rarely bought books for their children. Now, suddenly, a book was published at a young age. Everyone felt like they had discovered a new world.

The Duan family had just lost a man, and those who were curious were too embarrassed to come to ask, otherwise they would look too happy, so they could only discuss a few words with each other, planning to ask her what was going on when they met Wang Xiuhong.

And Wang Xiuhong herself was confused.

She was cooking when Duan Qingen went upstairs with the royalties and letters from the publisher.

Since the last confrontation with Mrs. Jin, Wang Xiuhong's mentality has changed. She thought that it was one thing to have no man in the family, but it was another thing whether the children would endure hardship.

Now that Mrs. Jin can take advantage of her absence to bully Qing En, isn't it because he has no father and their family has no backbone?

The more this happens, the more she wants Qing En to live a good life, not to mention anything else, just in terms of food and clothing, not to mention how much better than other children, at least not worse.

Since her mother and mother-in-law left, Wang Xiuhong calculated her family's money. She had some savings before, and her own salary was almost the same amount every month. The country has nine years of compulsory education, and Qing'en had to go to high school before. No tuition fee required.

After much calculation, Wang Xiuhong discovered that the sky had not fallen yet, and life could still be lived without the man.

First she had to stand up on her own, at least not to let her son suffer with her.

Just as she was cooking with this idea, Duan Qingen ran up to her and happily told her the news of the finished manuscript.

Wang Xiuhong almost threw the big spoon in her hand.

"Is it really overdue??"

The little child nodded and handed the envelope in his hand to his mother with a serious face: "Mom, look, you even sent me money."

Wang Xiuhong came from the village. She has been an ordinary person since she was a child. In her eyes, people who can publish books must be literate, such as teachers and professors.

But now, her son, such a young child, actually told her that the publishing house was going to publish her son's book? ?

Wang Xiuhong took the letter and read it over and over.

Especially the part where she praised her son, she read it several times and even touched it carefully with her hands.

How could she feel like she was dreaming?

Although her Qing En family was said to have been quiet since childhood, Wang Xiuhong always blamed the child's character on her husband and herself.

When her husband was still alive, he was always noisy. When he was at home, he never let his children speak loudly. If his voice was slightly louder, he would kick the table and curse at others.

He doesn't beat children very often, but it's not unusual to use his fists to scare her. In addition, Qing En saw him beating her when he was drunk several times, so it's normal for this child to be timid since she was a child.

Wang Xiuhong wanted to change the status quo and didn't know how to change it because her husband was here. She could only try to satisfy her son in other ways, such as buying picture books, drawing books, and trying to buy him whatever the child liked.

But her original intention was to allow children who didn't like to go downstairs to play and were always bored in their rooms at home to have multiple entertainment options to pass the time.

Unexpectedly, Qing En was able to write his own book after looking at the picture book.

Wang Xiuhong felt as if she was in a dream, and tears fell from her eyes. When the child came up to ask her why she was crying, she took the child in her arms.

Because I was so excited, I kept saying what I said over and over again: "Mom is happy, Qing En's mom is happy, why are you so promising? You are too promising."

This is a book!

In the past, only real families could publish books.

Duan Qingen was held by her mother obediently, her chubby little hands fell on her back, and she learned to stroke her mother's back gently every night when Wang Xiuhong coaxed him to sleep.

The boy's voice was still childish, but full of determination.

"Mom, this letter says that as long as I write more manuscripts and send them to you, they will still give me money. Now that I have made money, I will support you in the future."

Hearing his childish voice saying such words, Wang Xiuhong, who had just barely wiped away her tears, couldn't help but tears falling all over her face.

As a mother, the last thing you want to hear is your own child saying such things.

Especially under such special circumstances.

For such a young person, it would take so much effort to write a manuscript that could be published as a book.

No wonder Qing En has been getting up late recently. Her son must be too tired.

Wang Xiuhong felt heartbroken when she thought that such a small child would have to worry about the family's livelihood.

She hugged her son, tried her best to calm down, wiped away her tears, then slowly let go of the little body in her arms, looked at Duan Qingen seriously, and said with a little choked voice:

"Qing'en, our family is actually not in trouble. Mom knows you want to share the burden for me, but you are still a child now. You just need to play and study every day. You really don't have to worry about these things."

"Mom knows, you are doing it for me, but writing a book is too tiring. I don't want you to be too tired, you are still so young."

Duan Qingen knew that Wang Xiuhong would think so.

No one doesn't love money, but for most mothers, they like their children more than money.

He also said seriously: "Mom, I'm not tired of writing these, and I like writing, really."

"It says here that you wrote so many words, how can you not be tired."

Wang Xiuhong held her son's little hand, soft and tender, children's bones are soft, and it's comfortable to hold.

But these hands actually wrote so many words in one breath, they must be very tired.

Duan Qingen: "Really not tired, I always like to write these things, if you don't believe it, mom, go ask other children, I like to tell them the stories I write."

Wang Xiuhong was half-believing and half-doubting.

It happened that she was going downstairs to buy soy sauce, so she simply let Duan Qingen stay at home, turned off the fire, took off her apron and went downstairs.

When she went downstairs, there happened to be a group of children playing in the yard. Wang Xiuhong quickly stopped them and asked Duan Qingen about telling stories.

These children have been completely fascinated by Duan Qingen's stories recently. Those who looked down on him before now follow him every time Duan Qingen appears, just to listen to a sentence or two.

Children are the most stubborn and the most "really nice", especially children of this age. For the sake of benefits, they can swallow the big words that were spoken before.

After being beaten with a stick and given a sweet date, the eldest, second and third leaders of this small group all changed sides.

The first three changed sides, and of course the rest could not hold on.

In the end, the children playing here were basically wiped out, and Duan Qingen, the child they looked down on and didn't want to play with before, became the highest-ranking child in these children's groups.

Unfortunately, Duan Qingen didn't like them to go to his house to play, otherwise these children would stay at Duan's house for 12 hours a day just to let Duan Qingen tell them stories.

Now seeing Duan Qingen's mother come to ask, these children spoke up one by one.

As the eldest, Chen Zhanxiong said first: "Yes, Qingen tells us stories every day. I think he tells them well. Auntie, will Qingen come out to play in the afternoon? He hasn't played with us all day."

Zhang Ziqiang also followed up: "Yes, yes, when will Qingen come to play? He doesn't like us to go upstairs to play with him. We have been waiting for him all day."

The other children also echoed, and they all looked forward to Duan Qingen coming down to play.

As a mother, Wang Xiuhong was of course happy to see her children being welcomed, and she was also very friendly to these children.

"Then wait until dinner, Auntie will ask Qingen to come down to play with you."

When she was a child, because her father was bedridden, she and her brother had no sense of existence in the village. The malice of the children was the most obvious, and they often laughed at her and her brother.

Therefore, Wang Xiuhong has always been worried that Qingen's father died and he would be laughed at by the children.

Now it seems that she thought too much.

She was just letting these children play by themselves and was about to buy soy sauce when she was stopped by several young wives who had been watching this place secretly.

"Xiuhong, has your Qing'en really published a book?"

They walked up to her, their faces full of curiosity and envy.

Wang Xiuhong was stunned and subconsciously asked them: "How did you know?"

"Your Qing'en said it himself when he went upstairs before." Seeing that Wang Xiuhong did not refute, a young wife pulled Wang Xiuhong's arm, "Really published a book?!"

Wang Xiuhong couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, but she had to put on a humble expression on her face; "Yes, this child submitted the manuscript without telling me. When I heard it before, I said it was just a child's nonsense. Anyway, he submitted it, so I didn't care much. As a result, he went home and gave me the envelope sent by the publishing house. I opened it and saw that it was true."

"Your Qing'en is too promising!!"

"Yes, such a young child, my child is ten years old, and he only knows how to run around and play in the mud every day. How old is your Qing'en, and he can publish a book!"

"This child is too promising. He has become a writer at such a young age!"

Listening to the exaggerated praise, Wang Xiuhong couldn't stop the joy in her heart at all.

Who doesn't like compliments?

Especially when a mother hears others praise her son, she will feel so happy.

But the Chinese are like this. They are very happy to be praised and want to be praised a hundred times more. But they still have to say a few words modestly:

"He is a child. He just likes to write these. And he is not a writer. Qingen told me that it was the kind of fairy tales that children like. He can't be called a writer."

"How can he not be called a writer? He can be a writer if he can publish a book!"

After the young wife praised, she added with gloating: "Someone said before that if Qingen really published a book, she would swallow the ladle alive. Swallow it, she swallowed it, and she would only open her mouth up and down."

Wang Xiuhong didn't know about this yet, and was stunned immediately: "Who?"

"Who else could it be."

The young wife lowered her voice automatically and glanced at the closed door of Old Lady Jin's house.

Wang Xiuhong understood immediately.

Old Lady Jin did too many extreme things, and she was too lazy to get angry.

She also asked quietly: "What happened next? What did she say?"

"What else can I say? She went home in disgrace, but she definitely lost face. There were so many people watching in the yard at the time, and no one forced her. She said she would eat the ladle if Qing En published a book, but Qing En came back right after. Tell me, you have a good temper and you have never offended her before, so why is she so stubborn that she wants to go against your family?"

Wang Xiuhong didn’t know either.

But one thing is certain, Mrs. Jin will definitely not dare to confront her again in the short term.

She stood in the yard and chatted with these people for a while before leaving. As soon as Wang Xiuhong left, the people who were still suppressing their gossip mentality immediately started chatting away again.

"I have told you a long time ago that Qing En is different from other children at first glance. He is lovable just by looking at him quietly. I didn't expect him to be so capable."

"Xiuhong mentioned the royalties before, how much did you say they were?"

"It shouldn't be much more. Didn't Qing En say it before? He writes about things that children like. Children can read a story and finish it in one go. How many words can there be in total? My cousin-in-law's eldest sister-in-law's nephew is When I work in a publishing house, I’m told that the publishing company pays me money based on one thousand words.”

"Xiuhong has managed to survive. When her man died, I said she was unlucky. I didn't expect Qingen to be successful now."

"Yes, you can publish a book at such a young age, and you will be able to do it when you grow up."

"But although this kid looked Wen Wenqing in the past, I didn't hear that he was particularly powerful. Why did he publish a book all of a sudden?"

"A child will only grow up when something goes wrong at home. Now his father is dead. Before, Mrs. Jin bullied their family to such an extent. If the two old people hadn't come to help, their family would have been bullied to death. It's like this. , it will grow up more or less.”

People in the compound spontaneously found reasons for Duan Qingen's sudden rise.

For a time, Wang Xiuhong actually became popular in the yard.

It's not that she wasn't popular before, it's just that now everyone is more affectionate than before.

This is also human instinct, to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Now seeing that Duan Qingen can publish a book at a young age, most people, especially those with children at home, want to call Wang Xiuhong brother and sister, so that they can wait until Duan Qingen If you become successful, you can also benefit from it.

Moreover, the child Duan Qingen came from their yard. Speaking of which, everyone is also a neighbor. When they go out to visit relatives, chat, etc., it brings glory to their faces when this matter is mentioned.

For a moment, people in the compound seemed to suddenly realize what a lovely child Duan Qingen was.

The absence of a father means that he is no longer someone to be bullied, but someone to pity.

If your child likes to play with him, that is not because he is naughty, but because he is learning from good students.

Even the place where Wang Xiuhong worked knew about her son publishing a book at a young age.

This era is the time to learn.

If you have good academic performance, you will be promising and popular.

If your academic performance is not good, you will be laughed at.

Children with good grades will be envied, let alone such a young child who can publish a book.

This incident spread quickly, even Wang Xiuhong and his factory heard about it.

When people asked her, she couldn't tell lies, so she admitted it, but she also made it clear that the royalties were actually not that much, because they were calculated based on a thousand words, and her son wrote fairy tales for children, short. It's very expensive, so I don't have much money.

But even this is enough to make many people envious.

It's better to have a little money than no money.

If they had to choose, they would rather have no money or have their children publish books.

Publish a book! What an honor this is!

The team leader who manages Wang Xiuhong and the others is a middle-aged woman who has always been the strictest. Even if their factory works on a piece-rate basis, she will force employees to work overtime if they get really busy.

People with special circumstances can go home, but Wang Xiuhong died later. Even if she reported it to the team leader, the team leader would ignore her.

In the past, Wang Xiuhong got busy at work and couldn't make it home to cook, so she could only rush back as if in a hurry. The neighbor Zheng Yuxuan's family across the door had mentioned that they could help take care of the children, but Wang Xiuhong also knew that Zheng's father's legs were inconvenient, so she was afraid that it would be inconvenient for them. Refuse to cause trouble.

Now she is working in the factory. If she gets busy and it is time to get off work, the team leader will come over in a friendly manner and ask her to get off work if she wants to and go home to cook. Don't starve the little Qing En. Writer.

Even her colleagues are very close to Wang Xiuhong. They usually talk about Sister Wang. Those who have children at home even ask her how to teach their children.

How happy it is to have a child who can publish a book at home is vividly demonstrated by Wang Xiuhong.

In fact, she didn't like people looking at her sympathetically before, and occasionally they would point at her and whisper.

She knew that these people wanted to tell her how hard it was for her to take care of her children when her man died at such a young age and she didn't get any compensation.

Then she would get a lot of sympathetic looks.

But Wang Xiuhong doesn't want to see other people's sympathy. Despite the initial discomfort, she has now adjusted.

Qing En is very well-behaved. He doesn't cause trouble or look for trouble. He usually just stays at home.

Even when Tian Wang Xiuhong returned these days, the child had already tidied up the house, mopped the floor, wiped the table, tidied everything up, and even washed the clothes.

He was so young and so big, Wang Xiuhong didn't dare to think how he did it.

She said she didn't want him to do it, and Qing En nodded in agreement, and the next day he cleaned the house while she was at work.

If he hadn't been too short and weak to lift a spatula, he might have been able to cook the meal.

With such a good son, how could Wang Xiuhong be unhappy?

She also has feelings for her husband, especially since he is a domestic abuser and she treats her son badly. When he was still alive, she felt that the family could not survive without him.

But now people are dead.

Hey! Without him, the family is actually much more harmonious than before.

Qing En seems to be more lively, has friends, and has published a book.

She no longer has to tense her nerves all the time and think about how to satisfy her husband when she gets home. She is nervous about making meals. She is awakened by a loud knock on the door in the middle of the night and then has to wait for her drunk husband. Sometimes I can work until three or four o'clock in the evening, and then get up at six o'clock the next day to go to the factory to work.

These days, she goes to bed early and gets up early, and gets enough sleep. Wang Xiuhong doesn't feel groggy all the time, her face is white and rosy, and she even walks much more briskly.

In addition, since her husband passed away, she was afraid of wronging her children, so she paid special attention to food. All the delicious food she cooked was not snatched away by her husband like before, and her children could not eat even if they wanted to. She had to eat well and sleep well every day. My son is already growing taller at his age, but in just a few days, he has already grown a little taller, and even his fair face seems to have a lot more flesh on it.

In addition, Qing En loves to be clean, and her clothes are white and black, giving her a particularly intellectual temperament.

Seeing her son getting better day by day, Wang Xiuhong truly felt at peace.

Now people don't always stare at her with the "this woman is so pitiful" look. They all ask her how she can educate children so well, and whether she can tell them the title of Qing En's book. .

Now sometimes after work, Wang Xiuhong is still in the mood to pick some flowers and plants by the river, go home, pick up the bottles, and put them on the table.

After adding these colors, the whole home indeed looks much warmer.

The mother and son are considerate and caring for each other. Although if something unexpected happens in this situation, such as the child having a headache and fever, Wang Xiuhong will have to take care of it herself.

But if you think about it carefully, when her man was around, Qing En felt uncomfortable. Wasn't she running up and down alone?

Even if Qing En's fever persists, her man can just sleep soundly as if the child is not his, refusing to get up and help her take the child to the hospital no matter how much she screams.

In the end, Wang Xiuhong gritted her teeth and carried her child to see the doctor.

Needless to say, she was uncomfortable. Her son even helped her buy medicine, but her man looked impatient and disliked her for being too busy. Even when she was so sick that she couldn't even get out of bed, he still asked angrily. Why doesn't she cook.

Before the man died, she was tired and in pain.

The man is dead and she is tired but happy.

Wang Xiuhong suddenly realized.

Life is much better now than before her man died.

She kept this idea in her heart at first and didn't tell anyone, but suddenly one day, while having dinner with her son, Duan Qingen said something out of the blue.

"It's better that daddy isn't here."

Wang Xiuhong was stunned for a moment, then realized what she was doing, and said quickly: "Don't talk nonsense, he is your father."

"Uncle Zheng is a father like that. He is so kind to Yuxuan. My father was not good to me at all before. When my mother was not at home, if I dared to leave the room, he would beat me."

Wang Xiuhong was stunned when she heard her son's childish voice calmly telling him something she didn't know.

She had never known this. She thought that although her man was a bit cruel, at least he would not attack his biological son.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Wang Xiuhong's voice trembled.

Duan Qingen still spoke in an understatement and his voice was childish, creating a strong contrast.

"You are busy at work, I don't want you to worry."

Wang Xiuhong hugged her son with red eyes, "Mom doesn't know. If she knew, I would divorce your dad no matter what."

It's okay for her to endure hardship, but how can Qing En endure hardship.

He is still so young.

The more she thought about it, the more distressed she became. Wang Xiuhong quickly put the meat into her son's bowl; "If you are wronged again in the future, you must tell your mother, okay? Don't hold it in yourself. If you tell her, she will definitely help you."

Duan Qingen nodded obediently: "Mom, I want to skip a grade."

"Why skip a grade?"

Wang Xiuhong almost immediately thought of someone bullying her son at school, and her expression became nervous: "Are you unhappy in the first grade?"

"No, the teachers and classmates are very good."

It's just that the teacher is a young girl, and her way of coaxing the children is a bit childish.

But among the students, four or five of them wet their pants or even pooped their pants in the last class.

Duan Qingen looked serious: "Mom, actually I have wanted to skip a grade for a long time, but I was afraid that my father would blame me, so I never dared to say it. My father is always like this. If I am slightly different than others, he will scold me again. , hit me again."

Anyway, these are the facts. Previously, Xiao Qingen did not like to play with other children due to physical reasons. Father Duan once scolded him for being different from others and scolded him for being more girly than a girl. This made Xiao Qingen become even more cowardly. , I don’t dare to talk about family matters when something happens.

Anyway, it was the truth, so he pushed it on Duan's father unceremoniously.

Wang Xiuhong was hesitant at first. After all, she had never heard of children skipping grades before.

Nowadays, parents' thinking is still a bit rigid. They think that children should follow the steps and follow the parents' arrangements.

Whichever university you are asked to attend, you must attend.

You should go to work wherever you are told to go to work.

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Is your preference more important, or is it more important to make money to support yourself?

Although most parents are doing it for the best for their children, their methods are indeed too tough.

Wang Xiuhong, on the other hand, has a good temper and basically refuses to agree to any of her son's requests.

Now coupled with the shadow left by Duan's father, the young single mother gritted her teeth.

She thought that even if it was to get rid of Qing En's influence on Duan's father, she would still support her child.

"good."

With this in mind, she agreed immediately.

"If you can pass the exam, then we will skip the grade."

At this moment, Wang Xiuhong still doesn’t know.

In the eyes of many people, a child skipping a grade is equivalent to being a genius.

And no matter how age-inappropriate things a genius does or brag about, they are still normal in people's eyes.

After all, he is a genius.

***

Duan Qingen was working hard on his own path to becoming a genius and rarely went downstairs.

Now he has a particularly deep prestige among children. He doesn't let them go upstairs to play with him, and they don't dare to go up, for fear that if they don't listen to Duan Qingen, he won't tell them stories.

Their parents said that Duan Qingen was a great writer, and the stories he wrote were wanted by publishers. Being able to listen to Duan Qingen's stories was equivalent to saving money on buying books.

Zheng Yuxuan is privileged.

She has become happier recently. After all, she is a child. Even if she says she doesn't need too many friends, she doesn't want to play with them, but how can a child not long for friendship.

Duan Qingen has a very high status now. Because Zheng Yuxuan is Duan Qingen's best friend, her status has also increased. Sometimes she comes to Duan's house to finish her homework, and Duan Qingen will tell her the rest of the story, and then she goes downstairs to tell it to others. .

In addition, she also participated in the creation of the story. In the eyes of children, Zheng Yuxuan is already the second highest status person.

Zheng Yuxuan is a very principled child.

Even if there is a group of children surrounding her, talking sweet words in order to listen to stories, they will usually warmly invite her to play together.

But in her mind, her best friend will always be Duan Qingen.

At this moment, the heroine, who was still a little girl, seriously wrote in her diary that she and Qing En would be good friends for life.

When they grow up, they get married and have children, and they still want to get married by fingertips.

I saw this on a TV series. Zheng Yuxuan’s family didn’t have a TV, but other children’s families did. When their adults weren’t watching, it was these children’s carnival.

Today, Zheng Yuxuan happily brought his homework to Duan's house. When he was about to finish his homework and listen to stories, he heard Duan Qingen say that he wanted to skip a grade.

She was confused: "Does skipping a grade mean that you go directly to the upper grade?"

"right."

Duan Qingen pursed his lips, his fair and tender face full of seriousness.

"Don't you want to grow up and support your parents as soon as possible? The more grades you skip, the earlier you graduate. Then you can find a job after graduation. Once you find a job, you can make money to support your family."

Zheng Yuxuan suddenly realized.

She was eager to give it a try: "Then I'll skip a grade too."

"If you also want to skip a grade, come with me. This is a senior grade book my mother borrowed from someone else."

Duan Qingen said, dividing the book in his hand into two books and giving them to Zheng Yuxuan.

In fact, these books are easy to understand, especially for children who can read. Zheng Yuxuan studies well and is diligent in reading. Whenever he encounters something he doesn’t know, he will look it up in a dictionary.

The two of them studied like this for a whole summer vacation.

Duan Qingen can remember it by reading the book once. Zheng Yuxuan has a normal brain. Although he is quite smart, he cannot compare with him.

But she is hardworking!

So, when the summer vacation was over and Wang Xiuhong returned the borrowed book to someone else, the person looked at the book and sighed:

"Your child is really hardworking. Look at this book. It is well preserved, but you can tell at a glance that it has been read many times."

Wang Xiuhong was not at home during the day and did not know that most of the book was actually translated by Zheng Yuxuan. After hearing the praise, she smiled and said a few words:

"Qing'en wants to skip a grade. You've discussed this with me before. I said if you want to, just give it a try. If it doesn't work, it's okay."

"Hey, why not? It must work!"

The parent who borrowed the book immediately said with certainty; "Your Qing'en is a literary star who has published a book! He can definitely skip a grade if he wants to! By the way, didn't Qing'en say before that the publisher would wait for him to finish writing? Has the book just been released? Is it out now? What’s the name? I want to buy a copy for my kid to read.”

Speaking of this, the smile on Wang Xiuhong's face became even deeper, and she could still vaguely see some pride.

"Qing'en has already sent out the rest of the manuscripts. He just sent the samples over and said that he, the author, would have a look at them. If he thought there was no problem, they would start printing them in large quantities and selling them. I just felt a little bit in my heart. I'm afraid that not many people will buy it. Qing'en is a strong boy, so he will definitely not be happy if the sales volume is not high. "

When she said this, the parent immediately patted his chest with a smile and promised: "Don't worry, when the book comes out, I will definitely be the first to buy it. Not to mention the friendship between the two of us, it's just Qing En." I have watched her grow up, and now that she has become an aunt, she should express her support no matter what.”

Wang Xiuhong said quickly: "No, no, how can I let you spend so much money? In fact, Qingen got the royalties directly. How much money others sell has nothing to do with him. You really don't have to do this."

"Hey, I bought this book not to leave it at home. I want to let my son read it. He has been clamoring to read picture books. Now I just bought your Qingen's. I support our great writer and make that kid satisfied. It's just right!"

This person is also straightforward. After a few words, Wang Xiuhong was relieved: "In short, don't spend money to support my Qingen. Here, I have a book at home, you can give it to your son."

The man was happy at first, and then hesitated: "Not good, this is sent to Qingen by the publishing house, how can we read it."

"Aren't they the same books? And didn't your family lend the book to my family?"

This is true.

The parent who borrowed the book felt particularly appropriate after listening to Wang Xiuhong's words.

No one is a fool. She is willing to lend the book because she wants to show her goodwill. Now Wang Xiuhong is returning the favor, and she is also open-minded.

"Okay, then I won't be polite. Speaking of which, I told others that my family lent books to Qingen, a great writer who has published books, and I also read the sample books of Qingen's books. It will be a face for us to tell others."

Wang Xiuhong was flattered by her and couldn't smile from ear to ear. Her eyebrows were full of lightness and pride. She was humble on the surface, but she was very happy in her heart.

Her son is really great! !

However, while she was happy, Wang Xiuhong was really worried that the sales of her son's books were not high.

Children like to be praised. What if Qingen's books are not popular and he is hit?

Thinking about it, Wang Xiuhong planned to see when the books could be sold here, and then she would secretly check the sales.

If they don't sell well, she will pretend that they don't sell them.

If they sell well, she will tell Qingen.

****

In the publishing house, the editor-in-chief was looking at the data on the computer with a happy look in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, the assistant looked at the screen curiously, and was stunned when he saw the sales volume rising sharply on it.

"Editor-in-chief Ma, what book is this?"

"It's the "Adventures in Lilliput Country", the author is Duan Qingen."

Editor-in-chief Ma looked at the data of the past few days excitedly, and slapped the table with his hand: "It was not obvious on the first day, but it rose sharply from the second day. It is obvious that it has gained word of mouth!"

After all, this is a book that children like. Generally, children buy it first, and then read it in class. Other children think it is good, and then ask their parents to buy it.

As long as the sales of this kind of books for children rise steadily, there is a high probability that they will not fall in the future.

"Print more, notify them to print more!"

Editor-in-chief Ma's face was red with excitement: "If this trend continues, we will sell it in three parts, and it will definitely be a big hit."

"By the way, I have to write a letter to Mr. Duan to discuss the next book."

Publishing house.

Isn't it just eating what's in the bowl, thinking about what's in the pot, and looking at the fields from afar?

It would be better to get the farmers who grow crops into their bowls as well.

This is the safest way!