For three consecutive days, Qin Man and Jiang Cong went to the county's agricultural market to sell persimmons. Excluding some of the money they spent, they made a total profit of 26 yuan.

There are only two hundred persimmons left, and we can sell them on the last day.

On the morning of the fourth day, Qin Man and Jiang Cong took the last 200 persimmons to the county and placed them in the old location as usual.

Qin Man used the excuse of foreign varieties and soon welcomed new business. There was a steady stream of people coming to buy persimmons, even some old customers who had bought from the previous few days. Whenever they passed by the persimmon stall, they would stop and buy a few more.

At around eleven o'clock, all the persimmons were sold out and I earned the last ten yuan.

The two of them looked at the money they earned with satisfaction, both revealing smiles of contentment and relief.

"Let's go home!"

Qin Man put the money in Jiang Cong's canvas bag.

But Jiang Cong had other plans. He was going to go to the newspaper office to see if there were any articles for him to write. The more money he could make, the better.

"Don't worry, I'm going to go to the newspaper office to see if there are any more articles for me to write. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Jiang Cong was always wondering if she was hungry or thirsty, and would ask her almost every once in a while.

Qin Man shook her head. She was not hungry yet.

"I'm not hungry. Let's go to the newspaper office first! I'll accompany you!"

She was also curious about what newspaper editors were like in this era. With the rapid development of the economy, the Internet will gradually replace newspapers, but there will still be many older people who read newspapers every day.

The ones in the county should be tabloids, local reports!

"Well, remember to tell me if you're hungry!" Jiang Cong said as he tidied up the strands of hair on her forehead.

Qin Man nodded with a smile, and then Jiang Cong temporarily placed the basket in a nearby supply and marketing cooperative.

After paying two cents for the custody fee, he took Qin Man to the newspaper office on foot.

It takes nearly twenty minutes to walk to the newspaper office, which is a relatively busy area in the county.

The name is "A Certain County Daily", and it is indeed a local report, covering trivial local events.

The newspaper office has three floors. People inside are busy coming and going, but they all know Jiang Cong and greet him when they see him.

"Xiao Jiang, you're here again?"

"Good afternoon, Xiao Jiang!"

"Good afternoon!" Jiang Cong greeted them.

Some sharp-eyed people noticed Qin Man following behind him.

"This is your wife, right? She's so beautiful!" said an older sister who looked a few years older with a smile.

Since Jiang Cong said that he already had a family, with twin children, it was not surprising that the people in the newspaper knew about it.

Jiang Cong smiled, indicating his agreement, and turned around to grab Qin Man's wrist.

"Jiang Cong, now that you are here, there is an article for you to write!"

At this moment, a young girl's voice was heard, and a girl with half-tied long hair and wearing a white floral dress trotted down the stairs.

The girl had a pretty face with a rosy cheeks and a bright smile, but when her eyes fell on Qin Man beside Jiang Cong and their tightly clasped hands, her smile instantly faded.

Qin Man saw these little expressions and thought that her husband was too conspicuous. People were always thinking about him wherever he went!

Qin Man gave her a kind smile, but there was a hint of swearing allegiance in her smile.

Qin Man was born beautiful, and her pretty face looked ordinary in comparison.

"Xiao Yang, what is the article? Can I take a look at it?" Jiang Cong's attention was on the article, and he did not notice these tiny wars between women.

Xiao Yang is the girl's last name, and everyone in the newspaper calls her that.

Xiao Yang couldn't laugh anymore, so he forced himself to smile. ..

"Come up with me, I'll take you to see it!" She took the lead and brought Jiang Cong and his wife to the second floor.

The first floor is occupied by miscellaneous work and there are many ordinary people coming and going to print newspapers. The second floor is the real office and reception room. As for the third floor, it is the cafeteria and a place to eat and rest.

In this era, most of the work was still done by handwriting, and after typesetting, it was printed out using an old-fashioned printer. The office on the second floor had only a few machines and two precious desktop computers that looked very bulky.

"Brother Liu, Jiang Cong is here. Don't you have an article to write?" Xiao Yang came to the workstation where the man called Brother Liu was working so busy that smoke was coming out of his mouth.

When Brother Liu saw Jiang Cong coming, he opened the drawer and started rummaging around, then took out a pile of white papers and handed them to him.

"I'll tell you the main idea of ​​this article, and you can write it according to your ideas. Once you're done, I'll review the draft, and if it works, I'll do the typesetting and printing!"

Next, it was time for Jiang Cong and Brother Liu to talk. Xiao Yang found a stool for Qin Man to sit on and poured her a glass of water.

"Come, have some water! Jiang Cong might have to wait for a while!"

Qin Man looked at the old-fashioned stainless steel cup, which was half filled with hot water that had just been boiled.

She took it with both hands and smiled, thanking her:

"Thank you!"

It's so hot today, why not drink a glass of water to fight poison with poison?