The brief sadness instantly dissipated, and her smile unconsciously carried a hint of warmth.

"Miao Miao, did you leave any for your sister?"

"Yes, I left half for my sister."

Tan Wei's little daughter is called Tan Juan. She is just over two years old. She was worried about her and kept her at home. The little girl was very happy playing with her dolls by herself.

"Here, take it." Wang Taozhi packed five chestnut cakes and asked her to take them back.

Tan Wei quickly declined, "This is too much. I just came to help. The piece you gave my daughter is enough."

"That won't do. After all, it's your unique craft. If you teach me for free, it's ok. But at least let me give you a gift as a disciple. I'm not a picky family."

She forcefully stuffed it into the other person's hand and said, "Take it. Why are you being so formal with me? We'll be living in the same yard from now on. Pushing and shoving will only make people laugh at you."

Tan Wei then accepted it, thinking that she could make other snacks in the future to return the gift in the same way.

Several people sat down and chatted again, when Wang Taozhi asked about work.

Tan Wei truthfully said that she did not have a proper job and was just contributing articles to a newspaper.

"Oh, you're a cultured person, right? I was saying that the moment you entered the yard, I felt you were different from us. You spoke softly, like the schoolgirls in the movies. I thought you had been to college."

"Sister Wang, you're so kind. I was just a junior high school student, and then my dad stopped letting me go to school.

I originally submitted articles to improve my life. I submitted several articles, but only one short article was accepted, and I earned ten yuan.

After that, I thought it was feasible, so I came up with a longer story. The newspaper said they would publish it all the time and pay me three yuan per thousand words. If I write some other articles, I can earn more than forty yuan a month.

Wang Taozhi had never come across such a way of making money before, and exclaimed, "Hiss—people who make money with their pens are different from us. What you said makes me want to write.

It's a pity, I barely know a few words. When I wrote to Xia Sheng earlier, it took me a long time to write two sentences, and there were three typos in them."