But she has a background in art. She can provide illustrations for magazines or try to write something for publication. This way she will have a source of money, and it will be natural for her to support Shi Tou in the future.
Oh, this is good, but I don’t know if my painting will be acceptable to the editors. But how can I know if I don’t try?
He immediately took the manuscript paper sent by Grandpa Yuan and first wrote back to the Yuan and Yang families, telling them that everything was fine and that he would be going to high school in the second half of the year, and asked them not to worry about him.
After writing the letter, I put it away and thought to myself that when I send the letter, I might as well send some mushrooms and dried vegetables that I had dried a few days ago. After soaking them, they will taste great when cooked into dishes. They will definitely like it once they have tasted it.
Although the things are not valuable, they are at least some of my thoughts. After I put my mind to it, I began to think about what I should draw and send out.
After thinking about it for a long time, I thought that if I wanted to test the waters, I might as well write some fables and add illustrations. This way, even if it fails, I won’t waste time and energy.
She now only had ordinary pencils and no colored pencils, but she could make do with them. In one night, she wrote two fables, neither of which was too long, and the illustrations were simple, but she drew them very carefully.
After finishing it, I put it away and planned to find time to mail it to the commune. I also thought that if I had time, I would go to the city to buy some professional painting tools. If I want to make a living from this, I have to be willing to invest.
The next day, she got up in the morning and packed up the things she wanted to send to the Yuan and Yang families, and prepared to run to the commune at noon so that she could send them out earlier and get results sooner.
After getting off work at noon, Luo Qiao ate hurriedly and went to the commune. He first put the letters to the Yuan family and the Yang family into packages and mailed them separately. He also mailed the two fables with illustrations last night to the magazine and newspaper respectively.
By the way, I also went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some ordinary pencils and paper, because the supply and marketing cooperative in the commune only had these, and if I wanted to buy professional ones, I had to go to the city.
When she returned to the village, she ran into Li Xiulan by the bridge. Li Xiulan greeted Luo Qiao warmly: "Luo Qiao, where have you been?"
I didn't want to stay here and be asked questions by so many people, so I quickly found an excuse to leave.
To the great disappointment of the group of women who were still trying to get information, Li Xiulan said with a smile, "Then hurry back, you still have to go to work in the afternoon."
Luo Qiao said hello to the aunts and ladies on the bridge and left.
A woman nearby said, "Li Xiulan, why are you so easy to talk to today? This is not like you."
Li Xiulan said: "It was Luo Qiao who saved Shunyi's life. I will definitely take better care of Luo Qiao in the future. This is called gratitude."
The woman said, "You are the only one who knows how to be grateful, but I don't know what to do."
Li Xiulan listened to the woman's words and was not angry. After all, Luo Qiao would be a member of their Gao family in the future, and they would be envious of her in the future.
Another woman said, "Xiu Lan, since you said that Luo Qiao saved your Gao Shunyi, why didn't you send him something to thank him? What's the point of just saying you know how to be grateful?"
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