In the following days, Qian Chunhua calmed down and immersed himself in the creation of the story of "Qing Ping Le".
Qian Chunhua had a rough idea of the outline of this topic in his mind, and he just picked up his pen and started writing.
Finally, ten days later, "Qing Ping Le" was completed.
She could finally report to the emperor. Old Madam Dong and Guan Yueru were both thinking about the follow-up of the conversation and asked her about it every time they met.
This frightened her so much that she decided that next time she wrote a story, she would never let them read it in advance, so as to avoid being urged every time.
After lunch, Qian Chunhua packed up his manuscript, told his mother something, and left home.
In the summer of June, the sun was shining brightly in the sky without a single cloud.
Qian Chunhua wore a sun hat and went to Dong's house.
The drought was still going on, and there were fewer people on the streets. There were only many homeless people and beggars lying on the ground, and no one knew whether they were dead or alive.
Old Madam Dong and Guan Yueru showed great welcome to Qian Chunhua's arrival.
He even almost snatched Qian Chunhua's manuscript.
After several months of getting along, the relationship between Guan Yueru and Madam Dong, led by Qian Chunhua, became less serious and more intimate.
In the past, Guan Yueru would never dare to snatch things from her mother-in-law.
It’s different now. Guan Yueru dares to snatch it away. Old Madam Dong also likes the change in her daughter-in-law’s attitude towards her.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law finally decided to play rock-paper-scissors. The winner would watch first, and the loser would chat with Qian Chunhua.
This scene made Qian Chunhua laugh and cry.
This is an irreconcilable relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. I'm afraid some biological daughters don't have such a relationship.
Thinking of her daughter, Qian Chunhua glanced at Dong Nianmei on the side. She looked at her mother and sister-in-law who were playing with envy.
During the time she stayed at her mother's house, Dong Nianmei looked much better and more cheerful.
"Aren't you going to rob?" Qian Chunhua asked with a smile.
Dong Nianmei smiled and shook her head. She wanted to see it but was afraid to see it.
The bold ideas in his words made her both afraid and envious.
She envied Qingping's courage and was afraid of what would happen to Qingping after that courage...
In the end, Guan Yueru won and got the manuscript. She was so happy that she said hello to Qian Chunhua and ran away with the manuscript...
He actually ran away...
She didn't look like a lady from a wealthy family, but Madam Dong didn't mind.
Even Dong Shanshan, who had just walked into the backyard, looked at his wife who had already run away with a smile on his face. Such a family atmosphere made him feel relaxed and happy.
"Sister Chunhua." Upon learning that Qian Chunhua had arrived, he made a special trip to the backyard to find her.
"Hmm?" Qian Chunhua looked at Dong Xianshan with a puzzled look. He looked quite formal. Did he want to talk to her about something important?
Dong Shanshan smiled and said nothing, but handed the banknote in his hand to Qian Chunhua.
Qian Chunhua took the banknotes with a puzzled look on his face. They were all worth one thousand taels each, and there were ten of them? Was this for him?
"Chunhua, collect it." Mrs. Dong smiled and solved Qian Chunhua's doubts, "This is the profit from the "Legend of Lady Qi" you wrote."
Qian Chunhua was stunned. How could there be so many? She couldn't believe it.
Dong Yishan nodded and said, "Sister Chunhua, as we said last time, we will give you a share of the profits, one tael of silver for each copy of the book. We have published 100,000 copies of the book, and just over a month has passed, and we have sold 10,000 copies.
The profit from ten thousand copies is ten thousand taels."
Qian Chunhua never thought that after traveling through time, he could earn so much by writing stories. This was also thanks to the Dong family's concessions.
"How much do you guys want for it?" Qian Chunhua thought, it's not possible for me to lose money if someone helps me.
Dong Shanshan seemed to understand what Qian Chunhua was thinking, and said with a smile, "Sister Chunhua, don't worry, the books are sold at 10 taels of silver per book, and after deducting the expenses, the bookstore will make a profit."
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