With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

In Xue Ming's bedroom, Xue Ming and his wife and Cao Baoshan and his wife sat across from each other, with a manuscript fee of 10,000 yuan on the table.

This scene seemed familiar. Xue Ming wanted to scold someone but didn't know who to scold.

Who would have thought that this royalties would come back again, like a piece of dog-skin plaster that cannot be shaken off.

"Take it, your money is your money after all." Cao Baoshan pushed ten stacks of ten-yuan bills in front of Xue Ming.

"Now the whole city knows that you are the author, I can't accept this royalties." Xue Ming pushed the money back.

"You are slapping me in the face. If I wanted to embezzle this money, I would not come to you. Embezzling other people's property is illegal and immoral. I don't want to have a bad conscience for the rest of my life." Cao Baoshan pushed the money over again.

The uncle and nephew were humble to each other, but Zhao Xue and Feng Juanjiao were so embarrassed that they both wanted the money but did not dare to object to their men's wishes.

Xue Ming feels that Cao Baoshan is a good person, at least a person with a bottom line. It seems that the money must be accepted. The problem cannot be solved without accepting the money.

After struggling for a moment, he took out a thousand yuan and placed it in front of Cao Baoshan, "I don't want others to know that I am the author. Please ask Uncle Cao and Aunt Feng to swear not to disclose it to outsiders."

Nineteen points, one thousand yuan is also a huge amount of money. Feng Juanjiao hurriedly pulled her husband's sleeve, "Since Xiao Xue doesn't want outsiders to know, let's just swear not to tell."

Zhao Xue's high-spirited heart finally settled into her stomach. She felt that a 19-cent account was the best solution, and she stared at the 9,000 yuan in cash and drooled quietly.

"Uncle Cao, you must not reveal secrets under any circumstances, even if someone puts a gun to your head or a knife to your neck." Xue Ming looked serious.

Cao Baoshan slowly raised his right hand, "I, Cao Baoshan, swear here that I would rather die than reveal to anyone that you are the author of the story. If you violate this oath, you will be struck with thunder."

After swearing, Cao Baoshan placed the thousand yuan in front of Xue Ming, "Good boy, I'm still saying the same thing, I don't want any money that's not mine."

Feng Juanjiao was heartbroken. Just when she was about to speak, she received a warning look from her husband's eyes. She could only imitate her husband and raise her hands to make an oath.

The matter came to an end for the time being, and Xue Ming sent Cao and his wife away. Cao Baoshan's integrity was indeed admirable.

"Husband!" Zhao Xue danced with excitement, threw herself into her husband's arms and giggled, "I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich, our family is worth tens of thousands of dollars."

Xue Mingxin said that in fact, our family has already been a household worth ten thousand yuan. Your husband has already accumulated ten thousand yuan in property, and he will earn several thousand yuan from the canteen business of the Transportation Department.

"So happy!" Zhao Xue ran to the table like a cheerful little sparrow and sat down. He opened a wad of bills and counted the money carefully, giggling while counting the money.

Xue Ming sat across from her and watched her count the money, and gradually fell into deep thought. He would not be naive enough to believe other people's oaths, and was already prepared to kill people and silence them.

If there is no deviation in the direction of history, Xue Ming will pay close attention to Cao Baoshan when the storm comes. If the Cao family falls into the storm, he must kill and silence him.

Dead Taoist friends are not dead Taoists. In short, outsiders cannot know that Xue Ming is the original author of the fairy tale. It is not difficult to help kill people and silence them if there is space.

"Xiaoxue, don't reveal to anyone that I am the original author. Anyone I am talking about includes my mother and younger siblings, as well as your parents and family." Xue Ming said.

"I also swear, since my husband doesn't want others to know that he is talented, of course I will not tell anyone." Zhao Xue smiled and continued to count the money.

At the same time, she couldn't understand her husband's thinking. Writing a book and getting huge royalties was a good thing to honor his ancestors.

If it were left to others, he would definitely be afraid that outsiders would not know, but my husband was afraid that outsiders would know.

After counting the last wad of bills, Zhao Xue suddenly became worried, "Ten thousand yuan is a lot, but where should we put this much money? Should we deposit it in the bank?"

"Don't be ridiculous, we can't explain the source to the bank. If you can trust me, just give me the money. I will keep it in an absolutely safe place." Xue Ming said.

"Nonsense, I don't believe it, who do you believe?" Zhao Xue rolled her eyes, put the money into her bag, and handed the wallet to her husband.

"Should we buy a TV set? Dong Yanyan said that a TV set is similar to a movie." Zhao Xue said weakly.

"If you want to buy it, buy it. You go to the department store to inquire first, and I'll go back to work to do some errands."

Although there are televisions now, Xue Ming does not think that ordinary people today have access to televisions.

The couple went out on bicycles, Zhao Xue went to the department store to spend money, and Xue Ming came to the work and drove away in the No. 2 truck.

Find a deserted place and throw the truck into space. Twenty-five acres of wheat fields have matured, and you can harvest the wheat fields with your thoughts.

The golden wheat fills the granary, and the yield per mu is conservatively estimated at 800 jins. Before, without urea, the yield per mu was only 400 jins.

Use a scale to weigh out 3,600 kilograms and throw it into the truck. This is the transportation department's ration for this season, and it is also a purchasing task that Xue Ming must complete.

Leave the space and ride a bicycle to the Xijiao Fishing Commune, where there are many large fish pits that supply fish meat to the entire provincial capital.

There is a chain of contempt these days. Workers despise semi-peasants, and semi-peasants despise farmers. The so-called semi-peasants are members of the commune who are engaged in side jobs.

For example, those who raise chickens and ducks in communes and those who raise fish in fish farms do not have an easier job than farmers, but their food and income are higher than those of farmers.

There is a supply and marketing cooperative in the commune that sells aquatic products. The people here also look very good. When Xue Ming buys fish, they always use their nostrils to look at people.

"Comrade salesperson, bring me ten pounds of crucian carp." Xue Ming took out ten pounds of fish tickets and three yuan and put them on the counter. Tomorrow is the day for eating meat in the canteen.

"Oh, your living conditions are pretty good." The saleswoman finally stopped looking at people with her nostrils.

"Ordinary families, please ask the salesperson to bring me live fish." Xue Ming said with a smile.

Suddenly, there was a quarrel nearby. A gray-haired man pointed at the dead fish in the bucket and said, "This fish is dead. Comrade salesman, give me a live one."

"Why are you so busy? Can't you eat dead fish?" The saleswoman had a very bad attitude.

"How can you, a little comrade, talk like this? Eating dead fish will cause diarrhea. I can't afford it at such an old age." The old man retorted with a red face.

"It's okay to rely on the old to sell the old. Diarrhea won't kill anyone. You should go quickly and don't delay things here." The saleswoman raised her voice and pointed at the old man's nose.

"You...you little comrade is unreasonable. There are so many live fish in the pit. Why can't you give me another one? Call your leader and explain what is written on this piece of paper." The old man blushed with anger.

He pointed at the white paper on the wall, which said no hitting or scolding customers. Xue Ming almost laughed when he saw the slogan.

"Who the hell are you? Are you worthy of meeting the leader?" the saleswoman yelled at the top of her lungs.

"you you……"

The old man's shoulders shook three times, and he slowly lay on the ground with his hands on the counter. He fell into a coma.