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"I agree." Qin Yao signed written documents with the production studio and provided her novel to the production studio to be adapted into a local propaganda film.
Since the 1970s, many movies have been made in China every year. Everyone is tired of watching the old movies. Qin Yao's novel has a complete story, twists and turns in the plot, and is in line with local actual conditions. It is very suitable for adaptation into a movie, and it was filmed on the island for publicity.
At that time, artists' incomes were not high. Actors who made movies received ordinary wages of a few dozen yuan like ordinary people. Most actors were from local song and dance troupes and drama troupes. Asking them to act in movies was considered "uncompensated requisitioning", and they would receive a subsidy of a few yuan at most.
The two hundred yuan Qin Yao received as a creative fee was not a low price.
"Are you really going to make it into a movie?" Xiao Pan's eyes almost popped out. In his opinion, two hundred yuan was a small matter. But making it into a movie, could the story written by Qin Yao be made into a movie?
Xiao Pan was extremely jealous. He would be willing to have his writing made into a movie even for free. Are the people in this film studio fools? They are really looking for trouble. Qin Yao's manuscripts were rejected. How can it be good if it is made into a movie?
He pursed his lips tightly, hoping that Qin Yao's movie would not be made.
Qin Yao quickly received her 200 yuan creation fee and 20 brand new Great Unity Art pieces. Holding them, she felt happy. In the past, Qin Yao, a post-00s generation, would never have thought that she would get to use the Great Unity Art pieces one day.
Speaking of the Great Unity, she recalled an interesting incident when she was in school. Qin Yao had an elementary school classmate who copied an essay. In the essay, he wrote that his uncle "took out a few notes of the Great Unity". He also copied it and wrote "took out a few notes of the Great Unity". At that time, this version of banknotes was no longer used on the market.
This handful of ten-dollar bills is very heavy, fresh and hot, without a single crease on it, as if it had just come out of the bank, and still has a faint scent of ink.
Qin Yao was reluctant to discount it, and she didn't plan to deposit it in the bank, but kept it at home.
"Look at the money your wife earns." Qin Yao unfolded twenty banknotes into a fan and showed off in front of Gu Cheng.
Gu Cheng took it and counted it. It was exactly two hundred, not more or less. "Not bad, twenty."
"I feel so unlucky, Captain Gu. I worked hard for several months and spent my husband and I's manpower and resources, but in the end, all I got was two hundred yuan." Qin Yao felt very uncomfortable.
At that time, there was no Internet, so it was very difficult to be a writer. If you wanted to publish your work, you had to pass the editor's review first. Editors are human beings, and they have their own preferences. Sometimes, if a manuscript is not accepted, it is not really a problem with the work itself.
For some famous authors, editors will choose their articles even if the article is mediocre. t
"Is it a loss? It's equivalent to several months' salary."
"That's true." Qin Yao did the math. Even if her monthly salary was 40 yuan, 200 yuan was equal to her five months' salary. After rounding it off, it would be "half a year's salary".
Now it only costs a little over one yuan to buy a pound of pork, and two hundred yuan can buy more than one hundred pounds of pork. Even on the black market, you can buy one hundred pounds of pork.
"I suspect some people are showing off." Gu Cheng was away from home for the past few months, but his salary increased instead, and he received a lot of subsidies for going overseas. These two hundred yuan was only more than a month's salary for him.
Gu Cheng sat next to her and said with a smile, "Aren't you in charge of our family's money?"
"Wife, now that we have money, shall we buy a sofa?"
"A sofa?" Qin Yao nestled in his arms. "Wait until the child grows up before buying it. The old one will be more suitable for the child."
Letting children wear old clothes is a wisdom passed down from our ancestors. Although old clothes may look a little dirty, they do not contain many harmful substances.
"Why don't you buy a set and put it in the room on the second floor and let it blow for half a year before using it again."
Gu Cheng smiled softly and said, "I'll listen to you."
Qin Yao hugged his neck and whispered, "Spend all your allowance for the past few months."
Although the subsidy would be much higher if Gu Cheng was not at home, I would rather have him at home.
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By the end of the year, Qin Yao's pregnancy was getting further and further along, and her belly was getting bigger and bigger. Her mother, Shen Guixiang, called in advance and said that she would come over to watch her give birth and take care of her during the confinement period.
Chen Guixiang originally had a job as a factory worker, but now she gave her job to her daughter-in-law and retired early with honor. Although her monthly pension is far less than her previous salary, her eldest brother, second brother and fourth brother give their parents a small sum of pension money every month. Even if each family gives a few dollars, it adds up to a lot. In addition, her father Qin Chuanrong also makes a lot of extra income on weekdays, so the old couple lives a comfortable life.
Chen Guixiang went south, firstly to watch her daughter give birth, and secondly to see Xie Hongni.
The third son took the initiative to go to the countryside. The whole family felt sorry for him and understood his sacrifice. This son found a wife, and Chen Guixiang always came to see her and give some gifts to the new daughter-in-law.
In addition to these legitimate reasons, Chen Guixiang herself also wanted to go south for the winter to experience the island customs.
After getting a letter of introduction from the street office for visiting relatives, Chen Guixiang took a train south in December of that year and then took a bumpy boat ride to the island. Qin Sange and Xie Hongni went to pick her up. They stayed on the farm for a day before going to the family compound to meet Qin Yao.
When Chen Guixiang saw her youngest daughter, her eyes immediately became red. She had sent her daughter off to get married before the Chinese New Year last year. Now her own daughter was going to be a mother. She was both happy and sad. In her biological mother's eyes, her daughter was still a little girl.
"Yaoyao, how are you doing on the island?"
Qin Yao smiled: "Mom, you can tell whether I am doing well or not just by looking at me like this."
Qin Yao was pregnant, and as expected, she became "plump" again. Not only did her belly become bigger, but her whole body was also plump, with a round and healthy-looking fleshy feel.
It seems that this favorability system also determines that she currently needs more fat to be in the best physical condition.
Gu Chengte liked her like this, so he held her in his arms at night, pinching her here and there.
Mother and daughter reunited and exchanged pleasantries for most of the day. Chen Guixiang asked Qin Yao, "I heard from your brother that you are still writing a book?"
My daughter's grades before were neither good nor bad. She was not good at math, physics and chemistry, but her Chinese grades were in the top ten in the class, like most girls.
Qin Yao did not have a good time. When she was in middle school, she no longer studied hard. Chen Guixiang was afraid that her daughter had not learned as much as she had when she was young.
Can she still write books now?
"Yeah, Mom, do you want to see it?"
Chen Guixiang nodded, and Qin Yao handed her manuscript to Chen Guixiang. Chen Guixiang read a few pages and was less shocked. "You wrote in plain language, and I can understand it."
The literary works that Chen Guixiang's generation read were mostly works by literati during the Republic of China, as well as various translated foreign literary works. The sentences in these works often make people feel complicated and difficult to understand.
The first characteristic of my daughter Qin Yao’s writings is “fluent”, or to put it another way, “plain language”.
Chen Guixiang had little literary appreciation ability. In her opinion, such plain language was indeed "lacking any literary background."
Qin Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She deliberately wrote in plain language, but how come it became a shortcoming that showed her "lack of culture".
When she wrote this book, she was not thinking about any profound literary qualities, but instead created a very wonderful story.
No wonder movie studios took a fancy to it.
Chen Guixiang read a few pages and gradually became absorbed in it. Qin Yao's story was filled with suspense, one thing leading to another, and it was deeply attractive. The most critical plot points were even more amazing.
Chen Guixiang spent nearly an hour and a half to finish reading this story.
After she finished reading, she looked outside at the sky in surprise, "It's still so early."
Qin Yao smiled and said, "Mom, it's getting late."
"Your book is very easy to read. I finished it in a short while. Why can't it be published? It's so well written." Chen Guixiang liked this story very much. She wanted to take it back and show it off in the slum. This was a novel written by her daughter, and it was going to be made into a movie soon.
There lived a film projectionist in the large compound across the alley. If he ever showed a film story created by his daughter, she and Lao Qin would definitely be in the spotlight.
"My daughter will become a great writer in the future? But your writing style needs to be improved. It's too colloquial."
Qin Yao: “…”
Not long after Chen Guixiang arrived on the island, her mother-in-law Liu Shuqin also said that she wanted to come over to accompany her during childbirth. She was already on the way and brought a lot of things, especially brand new cotton cloth, to make clothes for her grandchildren.
As soon as Liu Shuqin arrived on the island, the house became more lively. When Gu Cheng cooked, he would add an extra cup of rice. His mother was still a big eater. He would also cook a few more dishes in the evening and would not let the "moms" enter the kitchen.
Chen Guixiang seldom goes into the kitchen. She mostly cooks at home. The dishes are cooked by her son and husband, so it is never her turn. Liu Shuqin occasionally goes into the kitchen at home, mostly to cook for the nanny.
As a result, I arrived at my son's house and ate the meal cooked by his own son.
"It's cooked very well. It seems that Yaoyao taught her well." Liu Shuqin nodded. The younger daughter-in-law is smarter than the older one. She has the upper hand over the girl.
After dinner, Liu Shuqin talked about making a few sets of clothes for the children in advance, so that the children could wear clothes that could be worn by both boys and girls.
"The climate on this island saves on fabric, so there's no need to prepare extra cotton-padded jackets."
"Always need two sets of thick clothes in winter."
"Prepare them in advance, including the children's diapers. There are many diapers for two children. Prepare a bamboo basket and dry it over the fire."
Gu Cheng: "Mom, go out and get some fresh air. Do you really need to dry yourself with this kind of wind?"
"Whether you need it or not, just prepare it. It's better to be prepared."
Liu Shuqin also brought a few bottles and pacifiers for the children.
Without the elders' reminder, Gu Cheng and Qin Yao prepared small clothes for the children in advance. Qin Yao even asked Gu Cheng to take the trouble to embroider patterns on the clothes.
When Liu Shuqin saw the clothes, she praised Qin Yao's craftsmanship and said, "This needlework is impeccable. The children have a good mother."
Qin Yao was slightly embarrassed for a moment, but did not deny it.
"A loving mother sews the clothes for her son." Chen Guixiang, the biological mother, sighed, "I am not good at sewing, and I didn't ask much of you. I didn't expect that you, Yaoyao, would be able to embroider after you got married."
Qin Yao: “…”
"Guixiang, come and look at these two little ducks. Could they have been embroidered by my son?" Liu Shuqin had discovered a treasure and called her mother-in-law to join in the fun.
"Yaoyao, don't you think so? Don't help Xiaocheng hide it from me."
Qin Yao told the truth: "I embroidered this."
"If you don't believe me, then stop hiding it for him!"
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