"Your grandma?"
"Yes, the pieces I gave Xiaoheng were made by my grandma. That's her specialty. You not only cook well, but you also make brown sugar cake so well. You're amazing."
"No, no, it's just that I love eating, so I've done a lot of research."
After the meal, Lin Zhiheng and Dong Yue left, and Lu Zhengting also had to go to the military camp for further training.
In the afternoon, Lin Qingyan sat at the door chatting with Sister Zhang, Yang Qiuyue, and two other women from the family compound when Lin Sisi arrived again.
After Gu's mother left, Lin Sisi no longer had to spend all her time with her. However, without Gu's mother's company, she became a little bored and came to find Yang Qiuyue.
Just like last time, Yang Qiuyue did not drive Lin Sisi away. Since it was Gu's mother who had been causing trouble before, she had not yet seen anything annoying about Lin Sisi. Yang Qiuyue brought a stool for Lin Sisi and let her sit next to her.
Lin Qingyan was mindful of the other military wives present, and she didn't change her expression when Lin Sisi arrived. Lin Sisi, on the other hand, was quite tactful; she didn't take the initiative to talk to Lin Qingyan, but chatted idly with the other military wives.
A short while later, a young soldier ran over and handed an envelope to Lin Qingyan.
"Comrade, this was sent to you from outside."
Lin Qingyan was somewhat surprised that the young soldier recognized her. Had she really become known to so many people here?
She took the envelope and thanked the young soldier, saying, "Thank you, comrade."
"It's what I should do. I'm leaving now."
"Okay, take care."
When Lin Qingyan saw the four large characters "People's Daily" written on it, she knew that her payment for the article must have arrived.
When Zhang's wife saw the newspaper's address written on it, she immediately remembered that she and Lin Qingyan had gone to the post office to mail the manuscript that day. This was very likely a reply slip from the newspaper to Lin Qingyan.
"Qingyan, this was mailed to you by the newspaper. It must mean your article was accepted, right? Is there any payment in it?"
"I don't know yet, I want to open it and take a look."
Lin Qingyan has been cooking meat at home occasionally these days. If she does this often in the future, people will inevitably suspect their source of income and report her and Lu Zhengting. It would be better if she let everyone see his royalties. Everyone will know that she also has her own source of income. Even if her family eats better and spends more than others, no one can say anything.
The other women gathered around, eager to see what was inside the envelope.
One of the military wives said, "Wow, I didn't know that Xiao Lu's wife could write articles and earn money from them. That's amazing! She can do everything."
"Comrade Lu is really lucky. I think his wife is even better than him."
Lin Qingyan smiled and shook her head, "No one is better than anyone else. They are soldiers who risk their lives outside in the hail of bullets for the safety of the country and us. I can't do that."
"You are both amazing, you two are a perfect match in every way."
Only Lin Sisi felt very uncomfortable and sat motionless in her seat.
When she heard Zhang's wife mention "newspaper," she guessed that Lin Qingyan must have submitted another article. Back when they were in Mopan Village, the courier delivered the article fee to Lin Qingyan at the educated youth settlement. Those educated youths, just like these military wives, surrounded Lin Qingyan and praised her.
Now, such a scene has reappeared, deeply stimulating her nerves.
She felt very uncomfortable.
She couldn't stand Lin Qingyan showing off, and she stood up abruptly: "Don't be too happy yet, what if this is a rejection letter?"
"Refusing to do it?"
The other women looked at her; none of them had submitted articles before, so they didn't doubt Lin Sisi's words.
"Of course, if the manuscript isn't up to par, it will be rejected."
Lin Qingyan sneered, "Lin Sisi, are you hoping my manuscript will be rejected?"
Lin Sisi probably couldn't sit still after seeing that she had received royalties, so she tried every means to suppress her.
Lin Sisi didn't even consider that if her manuscript wasn't up to par, the newspaper wouldn't have responded. Why would they send her a letter? Wouldn't that be redundant?
Lin Sisi's expression immediately turned somewhat aggrieved, as if she had been blamed by Lin Qingyan.
"Qingyan, it would be great if the manuscript were accepted, but we should also consider the worst-case scenario. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. I'm just telling the truth. What if it's rejected?"
"Alright, I'll show you whether my manuscript has been rejected or not."
Lin Qingyan opened the envelope, and the first thing she saw was three ten-yuan bills.
"Wow, it really is a payment for the manuscript."
Lin Qingyan took out the three ten-yuan bills, and then pulled out three cloth coupons and two industrial coupons. The other sisters-in-law all looked on with envy, while Lin Sisi was dumbfounded.
"Qingyan, how many articles have you written? How did you earn so much money?"
"One article."
"You earn so much from just one article! That's more than my husband's monthly allowance. Writing articles is so lucrative!"
"How long does it take to write one?"
"If it's slow, it takes more than a day; if it's fast, it takes half a day."
"Ah!" The military wife next to her was stunned again. "To earn so much money in half a day, my God, it's almost like money falling from the sky."
A military wife from the city was immediately intrigued. "Oh, I also want to write articles. I can earn some money to help support my family."
However, after saying that, she felt confused.
"But how should I write this article?"
Lin Qingyan was generous in teaching her methods, after all, writing is not an ordinary job, and many factors determine whether an author can write a good article.
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