He Ruixue raised her eyebrows. She had never expected that Tan Wei made money by writing articles. She was indeed quite good at it.

From the newspapers she mentioned, there are provincial newspapers as well as Shanghai newspapers. The fact that her articles were accepted by these relatively famous newspapers shows that her writing style and stories are quite good.

After He Ruixue failed in her initial attempt to become a translator, she had thought about contributing articles to a newspaper to earn some pocket money.

But she soon realized the cruelty of reality. The literati of this era had all read historical books and classics since childhood, and had emerged from the test of time. They had experienced both traditional and new-style education.

Even when writing in vernacular, they quoted from classics and wrote in neat parallelism, and they could also create their own poems and parallel prose with ease.

Not to mention the greats like Ba Jin, Yu Hua, and Shen Congwen, even the martial arts novelists like Wen Gu and Huang Liangjin, which one of them is not a brilliant writer with brilliant writing skills?

The Writers Association is similar to what Yu Hua said. The people in it are very idle, but they are really good at writing. When they write satire, every sentence is sharp and there is nothing wrong with it. The writing structure is perfect, and it is even more enjoyable to read.

With her simple, elementary school-style writing, it's okay for her to write reports for the unit, but it's really difficult for her, a science student, to submit a paper.

Even when writing articles with a strong political nature, they are dry and not as good as an 800-word argumentative essay written by a high school student.

So she admired Tan Wei's literary talent even more.

Wang Taozhi had some respect for people who could appear in newspapers. She asked which newspaper it could be seen in and she wanted to buy a few more.

"No, the newspaper sent me a few copies, and I've got them all."

Tan Wei brought some newspapers from home and pointed to the articles on them to show them.

After reading it, He Ruixue felt that it was really good. The writing style was fresh and gentle, the emotions were sincere, and the sense of substitution was very strong. This short story could make people's noses sore several times.

Wang Taozhi asked He Xiaojie to read it to her, and her eyes were red as she listened. "Sister, your writing is too good. Oh, people are just incomparable. My daughter can't even write a letter. How come you are so good? I feel like the newspaper doesn't pay you enough."

He Xiaojie pouted, "Mom, you're slandering me again."

"Shouldn't I? You've been told to study since you were little, but you refused. You don't have any knowledge at all. You can hardly be a propagandist in the factory and put up a newspaper."

She suddenly paused, "Hey! Sister Tan, the level of the propagandists in our factory is definitely not as good as yours, you can go and take up a temporary position.

If I write an article and think of a few slogans once a month, my superiors will definitely approve. It doesn’t matter if the salary is a little low, at least I can get employee benefits.

Our internal employees can buy defective fabrics from the warehouse, so you won’t have to buy clothes from outside for the whole year. Can you do it? If you can, I’ll lend you a sewing machine.”

Tan Wei was indeed tempted. It was one thing that she had no shortage of money for writing, but what she lacked were cloth coupons and industrial coupons. It would be a huge loss to find someone to exchange them for her at a high price.

Perhaps she could really talk to the leaders of the textile factory and help polish articles and speeches without being paid, and just have the receipts given to her every month according to the standards of ordinary employees.

…

When she got home, the two dogs didn't come out to greet her. He Ruixue quickened her pace and, as expected, found Jiang Yanxu sitting idly on the sofa.

"I'm almost raising this dog for you."

Her tone was sour as she pushed the wolf brother to the ground and rubbed his belly vigorously.

“Woof woof woof!”

It barked flatteringly, its newly revealed furry tail sweeping out a fan-shaped afterimage, and it wished she could keep touching it.

He Ruixue withdrew her hand and thought to herself that there was indeed a big difference between cats and dogs.

She previously raised a long-haired golden tabby, which was very good-looking and looked very fairy-like, but had a bad temper. It would become impatient if she touched it for a while, and would hug her hand with its front legs and kick hard with its hind legs.

Occasionally she would stretch out her mouth and bite hard, like a grumpy girl.

"Who told you not to come back more often to accompany them?"

"Because I don't have as much free time as you. By the way, I'm going on a business trip in a couple of days. You can bring the dog to your place."

Seeing that Jiang Yanxu was very good at raising dogs and could train them to be obedient, He Ruixue felt at ease and became a hands-off boss.

"I rarely come here, and as soon as I get here you assign me a task. Sigh..."

He pretended to lament, and He Ruixue leaned over and kissed him. "Is this your reward? Alright? Haven't you been busy with work these days? I see you almost every time I get off work. What if He Xiaojie and the others see you?"

Jiang Yanxu smiled and hugged her, his eyes filled with tenderness that almost solidified into gel. "Don't worry, as long as I don't think about them, they won't find me. I remember that your niece is very timid. I don't know if she can withstand the second ghost wall."

This person really has a bad taste, just like her.

"Don't scare her. After the last incident, she became afraid of the funeral home, and even more afraid of seeing you.

Not only do you not want to change the image you have in her mind, but you are also making it worse. Aren't you afraid that she will secretly complain to me?"

Jiang Yanxu said confidently, "Well, go tell her that as long as she can say a few good words for me in front of you, I will tell her about her marriage and make sure she finds the right person without any detours."

He Ruixue shook her head. "You should try to attract wealth for her. She's been more interested in this lately."

Ever since Wang Taozhi hinted that she would buy her a house, He Xiaojie became more motivated and her behavior gradually became like her mother's.

Not only did he become stingy, but he also took the initiative to increase the portion of his salary he handed over every month, taking out 18 yuan for his mother to save.

She had calculated that if she worked hard for another two years, she could save more than four hundred yuan, which would be more than enough to buy two houses.

At that time, she had just turned twenty years old, neither too early nor too late, just the right time to get married.

When it comes to marriage, Jiang Yanxu's eyes flickered. "You know everyone else's plans perfectly well. Have you ever considered our marriage? You're not in a hurry. I'm already 25. If I don't get married soon, people will start to wonder if I have some hidden illness."

"Yeah, you're already an old man, seven years older than me. Sigh, I feel like I'm losing out just thinking about it."

He held her and sat down, quickly stating his advantages, "It's not a loss. I'm older and more caring. Besides, without the experience accumulated over the years, I might not be able to attract you."

"You're bragging about yourself."

He Ruixue thought for a moment and said, "The wedding date is easy to decide. We'll get the marriage certificate next year. As for the wedding banquet, we'll discuss it after we return from the capital. But having children has to wait until I'm 22 years old."

It’s not about catching up with the best childbearing age. To be honest, at this age, even if you pick up trash, you can earn more money than others. What can’t be the best age?

She wanted to focus on her career for a few more years, and married Jiang Yanxu to avoid unnecessary gossip at work. Also, with someone taking care of her at home, she could feel more at ease to make her mark outside.

Furthermore, she wanted to trigger more critical hits and ask the system to refresh the cards that make her immune to pain.

She regretted it whenever she thought of this. Why didn't she stop Sun Laiyi at the beginning? Now that the heroine is gone, who can she rely on to give her special critical hits in the future?

I can only try to start with the male protagonist.