Gu Yunyang had already returned and casually made himself a late-night snack of spicy hot pot.
I was just playing mind games with Ning An, and it took some of my energy.
After finishing his meal, Gu Yunyang took out the mechanical engineering books he had previously obtained from the principal.
"There's just one last bit left. After translating it, we'll bind it. We'll find an opportunity to send it to the principal."
These days, translation can be really lucrative.
However, without a acquaintance to guide you or introduce you, it's not easy to get into this industry.
Fortunately, the principal and teacher Xu Hanshan were old friends and were willing to introduce Gu Yunyang.
Gu Yunyang already knew these things, and with the feedback from the intelligent computer, he quickly finished the translation.
Bind it and put it away.
I'm just waiting for the day I have some free time to take out the translation.
This book has quite a few words, a full 100,000 words. At a rate of 2 yuan per thousand words for translation, it would be 200 yuan.
Think about those high-level translators; they definitely get paid more than Gu Yunyang.
The translation fee they receive will definitely be higher.
Of course, the price of top-notch translations is likely not calculated based on the number of words.
Gu Yunyang doesn't know either for the time being.
Of course, his translation fee was not yet set.
This was just an experiment.
The next day, Gu Yunyang got up early and casually steamed a small cream bun.
Gu Yunyang made this himself; since he had milk, he also made some cream.
The steamed buns still have a milky aroma; the flour is kneaded with milk. Each small steamed bun is full of milky flavor, soft, and delicious.
Gu Yunyang ate a whole basketful, a total of thirty.
Although each one is only the size of a baby's fist, it's still quite a lot.
He also drank a liter of yogurt.
It's very nutritious.
After coming out, Gu Yunyang pushed his bicycle down the mountain and found that Gu Honglan and the others had already gotten up.
Old Zheng drove the oxcart over, and Gu Hanping, standing to the side, said, "There are quite a lot of people, so I let Old Zheng drive the oxcart. We'll pay the brigade fifty cents later, that'll cover the fare."
On the first and fifteenth of each lunar month, the brigade would send oxcarts to the commune so that everyone could go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some daily necessities.
At other times, if you want to rent an oxcart, you have to pay 50 cents as the rental fee.
Ning An got into the car as soon as she arrived.
I have absolutely no intention of spending any money.
Gu Yunyang was too lazy to bother with such a trivial matter; it was better to resolve things now.
"Yunyang, have you eaten? I made you a rice ball," Gu Honglan asked, taking out a handkerchief containing a rice ball.
Gu Yunyang had already eaten breakfast and didn't really feel like eating.
Gu Honglan quickly said, "This handkerchief is new. I just made it and washed it."
She thought Gu Yunyang was afraid the handkerchief would get dirty.
After all, these days, people use handkerchiefs to wipe their hands, feet, and noses—they're all-purpose.
Just wash it when you get home and you can continue using it.
Ning An's stomach was growling; she wasn't exactly a diligent person to begin with.
She hasn't cooked since her eldest daughter was born, when she was five years old.
Even before that, Gu Hansheng often cooked, while she rarely went into the kitchen.
Seeing that Gu Honglan had made rice balls for Gu Yunyang, and they were made of plain white rice, she immediately became angry: "Some people are just unfilial. The elders haven't even eaten yet, and you're feeding those ungrateful wretches, without even considering whether others care about you. It's really despicable."
Gu Honglan's eyes turned red.
Is this my mother?
These must be enemies.
Gu Yunyang turned around and glanced at Ning An speechlessly, then took out his handkerchief: "Actually, I already ate this morning, but I'll still eat a little more."
He couldn't be bothered to say anything more to Ning An; some people just live in their own world.
Speak from your own perspective.
They never consider other people's perspectives.
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