Qin Anan discovered that her elder brother Qin Che could not only interpret traditional stories from a novel perspective, but also use divergent thinking to give each story a completely opposite ending.
talent!
It's talent!
Qin Anan put her little finger on the "Manuscript Receipt Notice" at the end of the supplement and made anxious "ahhh" sounds.
Qin Che raised his eyebrows: "An An, do you want me to write a story and submit it to the newspaper?"
Qin Anan nodded quickly.
[Yes, yes, yes, big brother is very smart! That's exactly what I mean!]
It’s not that big brother is extremely smart, it’s that big brother can hear what’s in your heart, little fool!
"Can I... do it?" Qin Che was not very confident.
Qin Che had good grades when he was studying, but his grandparents always complained that the family lacked labor and insisted that Qin Che go home to earn work points.
When the country opened the college entrance examination in 1978, he had already graduated from junior high school and had worked in the fields for several years.
Later, with Feng Jingrou's encouragement, he taught himself high school courses and planned to take the college entrance examination. However, his father left home due to an accident, and he was also paralyzed by a bull that same year...
He has the same regrets about college as his mother.
Qin Che felt that he was an uneducated person and would be accompanied by the loess for the rest of his life.
In his eyes, those who could contribute to newspapers and magazines were all well-educated writers. How could he, a junior high school graduate, possibly be accepted?
Feng Jingrou noticed her son's doubts and immediately put down her work. She encouraged him, "Xiao Che, when you were in school, you had the best grades in Chinese, and your essays were often shown in class as model essays. I think you could really try submitting your work to a newspaper. Maybe it would be successful."
Qin Che trembled violently.
I stared at the tofu-sized "Call for Papers" for a long time, unable to take my eyes off it.
He knew that his heart was moved.
But can he really do it?
To submit an article to a newspaper, you need a pen and paper, an envelope and stamps, all of which cost money.
If you miss the target, the money you spent will be wasted.
Their family is still struggling to make ends meet.
He's a useless person, and has been a burden to his mother for a long time. He can't...
Qin Che's eyes dimmed a little, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Let's talk about it later."
Feng Jingrou felt very distressed when she saw her son like this.
But she couldn't let her son mistakenly think that she, as a mother, thought he was a burden and forced him to go out to make money.
I opened my mouth, but didn't know what to say.
It’s not a matter of persuasion.
It’s not right not to persuade.
Qin Anan had already seen through everything.
[Humph! Big brother always says one thing and means another!]
[Big brother clearly wants to contribute to the newspaper, but he pretends to be uninterested.]
Next time I go to the county town with Mom, I'm going to find a way to get her to buy my big brother some manuscript paper and stamps. Since they can't be returned, he'll just have to write stories!
【Hey! I'm such a smart baby! 】
The "smart baby" scratched his eyes with his little hands and made a adorable face at Qin Che, easily making his big brother laugh.
Feng Jingrou also smiled and knitted even faster.
The next day, when the fish belly appeared in the eastern sky, Feng Jingrou finished her last stitch.
After Qin Ling and Qin Li went to school, she took Qin Anan and ten sweaters to the county town.
They arrived too early, so Feng Jingrou waited outside Pang Jie's sweater shop for half an hour while holding Qin Anan in her arms before Pang Jie came to open the shop.
Routinely check each sweater.
All ten sweaters were qualified, with excellent needlework and not a single stitch defective.
Fat Sister was very satisfied.
Fat Sister was very honest and immediately paid Feng Jingrou 50 yuan for her work. The balance in the supermarket space also increased.
Feng Jingrou did a quick mental calculation and realized that with the money she had earned before, she now had 70 yuan in savings.
Now that reform and opening up had begun, people were looking for ways to make money. I heard there were already some people in the city who made 10,000 yuan. Feng Jingrou didn't dare to hope to save 10,000 yuan, but at her current rate, she had a chance of saving 1,000 yuan before Qin Ting went to college.
When Feng Jingrou was selecting a new batch of wool, Fat Sister hugged Qin Anan and couldn't kiss her enough.
"Oh, why is our An An so beautiful?"
"Don't leave. Be Auntie Fatty's daughter, okay?"
"Auntie Fat will buy you some candy!"
As she spoke, she turned to herself and lamented, "Tell me, why is it that I'm so unlucky? I've always wanted a daughter, but I gave birth to a stinky boy! I really want a daughter like An An, who smells so good all over!"
The workers who came to work couldn't help but tease her: "How many people hope for a boy, but they can't get one. And you want a girl?"
"Yes, I just want a daughter!" Auntie Pang said confidently, "What era is it now? Do you still favor boys over girls? Boys are like jackets. They look impressive, but what's the use? They don't block the wind or keep you warm! They're too cold in the winter and too hot in the summer. Girls are better. Girls are their mothers' warm little cotton-padded jackets!"
The worker laughed and said, "Girls are so nice, how about I exchange my daughter with you?"
"Go, go, go! Is your daughter as cute as An An? If she is, I'll swap her!"
"Xiao Feng, did you hear what Fatty said? She's got her eyes on your precious baby! Hide An An quickly, or she might steal her away!"
Everyone was talking and laughing.
Feng Jingrou's hand suddenly paused as she picked the yarn. She turned back to look at Fatty, but her mind was thinking of her poor elder sister-in-law. She suddenly felt that although they were both women, the contrast between the two was too obvious.
She was very smart and quickly figured out the crux of the problem.
cause!
Only when a woman has her own career and the ability to live independently from a man can she live the way she should!
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