"Xiao Qiu, you should go upstairs and sleep too."
"No, Mom, I have something to discuss with you." Lin Xiaoman moved a stool and sat down. After finishing the buns for breakfast, he started talking to Yao Jianfen.
"What's up?"
"I received my royalties while you were away these past two days."
After a moment of surprise, Yao Jianfen's face was filled with surprise. "Really? Xiaoqiu, are you saying that what you wrote will be published in the newspaper?"
"Yeah, and I have money, a total of more than 70 yuan!"
"So many!" Yao Jianfen was even more surprised, her eyes wide with excitement. "Xiaoqiu, how did you do that? It's amazing. Really, Mom never thought that one day I'd see your article in the newspaper! Will you become a great writer and cultural figure in the future? Will you be very famous? Will people come to interview you in the future?"
"Mom, it's nothing. You're overthinking it. I just want to write some stories and earn some royalties. As long as you can write and tell stories, you can do it. It's not as difficult as you think."
"That's pretty impressive. But Xiaoqiu, your story is in the newspaper. Will those people in Zhijia Village see it? Will they..." After being happy, Yao Jianfen became worried.
"Mom, I used a pen name when I published it, a code name, not my name. Also, when those people kicked us out, I just assumed we were dead. Don't worry, Mom, even if I become rich, I won't let those heartless so-called relatives in Zhijia Village take advantage of me."
"Then I feel relieved." Yao Jianfen was very relieved.
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