Rebirth at Seventy: Counterattack on Life

"This is already very good. It doesn't have to be special. We can just eat the big pot of food together."

Teacher Kong was afraid of causing trouble to others, so he said he could just eat with the workers.

They are all simple and kind-hearted people who can think of others, which makes it easier to get along with them.

The three of them chatted and had a simple meal. Song Zhengyang insisted on sending Teacher Kong back to the dormitory, while Zhou Jinxin went home happily with the manuscript fee he proposed at noon.

"Mom, Mom, I'm back."

Zhou Jinxin shouted as soon as he arrived at the door of the courtyard.

"What are you yelling about when you come back? Why are you coming back so late?"

Old Mrs. Yao was picking up the cinders she had picked up during the day in the yard, trying to put the whole piece together for winter use, when she heard the eldest daughter's cry.

"I'm going to heat up some food for you. The eggplants from the yard have come down. I steamed them today and left them for you."

Mrs. Yao was about to stand up and heat rice for Zhou Jinxin.

"No, Mom, I've eaten. Today I'll accompany the leader to receive experts from the provincial capital and have a meal together."

Zhou Jinxin quickly grabbed Old Mrs. Yao and prevented her from going.

"Huh? Can the secretary also join us for dinner?"

Old Mrs. Yao was surprised. He thought that the secretary was like the palace maid in the old drama. You run errands when others talk, and you provide food for others when they eat.

Can we still eat together?

"Originally, I couldn't, but it wasn't because it was late. The state-owned hotel was closed. I just ate something simple in our workplace cafeteria and took me with me."

Zhou Jinxin recalled that at this time, it seems that there is really no such thing as the wine table culture of later generations.

That is to say, eating at a state-owned hotel is considered the most luxurious one. Generally, guests are invited to their homes, and eating simple home-cooked meals is considered a good treat.

"Okay, you can go to bed, you have to get up early tomorrow."

Mrs. Yao looked at Zhou Jinxin and said.

I was still picking cinders in the yard by moonlight.

"Mom, this is for you."

Zhou Jinxin took out the six yuan from his pocket that he had specially picked up at noon and handed it over.

"What kind of money is this? Where did it come from?"

Old Mrs. Yao didn't understand what it meant when her eldest daughter handed her the money. It wasn't long after her salary was paid, and the amount of money didn't match the salary.

The money I gave him last time was almost spent on shopping at the supply and marketing cooperative, so how could he still have money?

"I heard before that if I submitted an article to a newspaper and was selected, I would get a royalties, so I gave it a try, but I didn't expect that if I was selected, this would be the royalties."

Zhou Jinxin passed his hand forward again and sent the money directly to Mrs. Yao's hand.

"Fees? Newspaper company? Have you published an article in a newspaper? What newspaper? Have you got it back?"

When Mrs. Yao heard Zhou Jinxin say that she had published an article in a newspaper and made money, she was so excited that she quickly put down what she was holding and asked her.

"People's Daily, we happen to have a copy in our office. I brought it back and showed it to you."

Zhou Jinxin took out the newspaper he brought back from his cloth pocket and waved it in his hand.

"Come on, let's go into the house and let your dad take a look.

Erkun, bring your sisters over here. Your eldest sister's article has been published in the newspaper. Come and take a look. "

Old Mrs. Yao took the newspaper and quickly entered the house cheerfully.

As he walked, he shouted loudly at Zhou Jinkun and his children in the hut.

After entering the house, Mrs. Yao unexpectedly turned on the light.

"Which one did you write?"

Old Mrs. Yao asked Zhou Jinxin while holding the newspaper.

"Sister, did you really publish an article in the newspaper?"

Xiao Wu leaned his head over and crowded above the newspaper with his sisters, and asked curiously.

“Well, the article was published.

This is it. "

Zhou Jinxin pointed to a short article on the first page praising the prosperity of the motherland and the people living and working in peace and contentment.

Mrs. Yao looked at Xiao Fang's article carefully.

"You can give me six yuan for just Braille?"

she asked in disbelief.

Such a small number of words, a place as big as a palm, is it only six yuan?

"Mom, what do you know? My eldest sister's article was published on the first page. This is not easy. This page usually publishes major events that want to be known to the whole country.

If the eldest sister's article is published here, it means that the newspaper thinks that the eldest sister's article is well written and wants people across the country to read it. "

Zhou Jinling carefully touched the newspaper and said to Mrs. Yao.

"Old man, did you hear this? Your eldest daughter has become very successful. The article she wrote was published in the newspaper and even appeared on the first page. She earned six yuan in royalties. Your old Zhou family is considered to be prosperous. A cultural person."

When Mrs. Yao heard this, she seemed very happy and said to Mr. Zhou who was sitting there and listening to them.

"Uh... uh...!" Old man Zhou nodded while hesitating.

"What is this written? Third child, please read it to mom." Old Mrs. Yao looked at several girls and finally handed over this important task to the third child with the loudest voice.

"Hey!"

"Cough cough!

The rising sun and auspicious clouds are blooming everywhere, the spring breeze turns into rain, and everything is majestic..."

Although Zhou Jinling's reading skills were not very good, everyone still listened attentively.

"Okay, well written."

As soon as Zhou Jinling's reading stopped, Mrs. Yao's voice of praise could be heard, followed by the sound of applause.

Although Mrs. Yao didn't understand what it meant, she didn't want to delay her happiness or applaud her daughter.

"Mom, do you understand?"

Jinjie, the old man around, looked at her mother with a question mark on her face and asked.

She didn't even understand it clearly. Her mother didn't even go to school, but she actually understood it?

"Why don't you understand? My daughter writes well. These six yuan are not free."

Old Mrs. Yao was confused when she heard it. When asked by the fourth child, she couldn't say that she didn't understand anything. She could only bite the bullet and say that it was well written.

"Okay, let's go back to bed, otherwise we won't be able to get up tomorrow."

To avoid being exposed by further questions from her daughter, Mrs. Yao immediately put away the newspaper and drove the children back to the house.

"Turn off the lights and go to sleep."

"Oh, Mom, what are you in a hurry for? You're turning off the lights when we get out, and you can't even find any shoes."

Sisters Zhou Jinxin and others were just about to go back to their small room to sleep, when Old Mrs. Yao had already turned off the lights.

The fourth child was a step too slow and hadn't put on her shoes yet. In the dark, she couldn't even see where her shoes were, so she started yelling.

"Who asked you to wait and find it in the dark? It costs nothing to keep the light on? How expensive is the electricity bill?"

Old Mrs. Yao resolutely refused to turn on the light. She helped Old Zhou lie down in the dark and got into bed directly.

Zhou Jinjie was also very powerful, and she didn't wear shoes anymore. She happened to touch someone next to her, and she felt like Zhou Jinling, so she just lay down on her.

"Third sister, carry me on your back."

"Oh, come down quickly, I don't care."

Zhou Jinling was about to throw her down, but she had no choice but Zhou Jinjie clung to her like an octopus, motionless and unable to shake her off, so he had to carry her back into the house.