Gu Xia, who received this money, can't say that she was in a mood now. She was not unhappy, but she was very calm. She felt that this was what she deserved, and it was not surprising at all.

She got a total of three yuan for a short article with more than 400 words.

It may be just the price of an ice cream for modern people, but for the people in the 1980s, a piece of meat costs only more than one yuan. A steamed bun costs five cents, a fried dough stick costs three cents, a bowl of porridge costs two cents, and a pound of flour costs only two cents. This is already a good reward.

Encouraged, Gu Xia decided to continue writing a slightly more manuscript. If he writes more, he will earn more.

If I wrote more, I might find a way to support myself.

Su Juanhong looked at Gu Xia standing at the door with something in a daze, then walked over, pulled the envelope from her hand, looked at Gu Xia in surprise: "Do you actually have a manuscript to publish?"

Gu Xia said embarrassedly: "I was writing and playing around, but I didn't expect it to succeed. I earned a little royalty, and I was quite happy."

Su Juanhong looked up and down at Gu Xia, looking thoughtful, and then went back without saying a word. Gu Xia didn't think much about it, closed the door and went to buy vegetables.

On such a hot day, cooking is really a very troublesome job. If she lives by herself, she will be the first to shoot cucumbers, buy some pickles, or eat a bowl of instant noodles. But now it is not possible. She makes this money and has to work hard.

She has been with the old lady for so many days and knows that she should love meat.

So Gu Xia looked around and wanted to find out if there was any suitable meat.

I looked at the beef and pork first. I thought it wasn't long after I finished making dumplings, so I repeated it a little. I bought fish, but I didn't see that the fish was not very fresh. There were only some small loaches, but she couldn't make them, so she bought a packed white chicken and some auxiliary ingredients. When I got home, I cleaned it up and chopped it into small pieces and made a stewed chicken.

The chicken soup gushes in the casserole, with ginger, red dates, wolfberry, yam, fungus, and a little mushrooms. Anyway, the rotten ones are all added together and put them in the soup pot and stew them.

The old lady was taking a nap and heard the scent of the kitchen and came out: "You are not hot, don't be so troublesome."

"It's okay, I bought a chicken, and it's easy to cook it. Don't you say that summer is a good time to nourish it? Drinking chicken soup at this time is good for the body." Gu Xia wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Su Juanhong returned to the house, and soon she came back with a stack of magazines in her arms and placed them on the table outside.

"These are all magazines published by my unit before, and some were bought by my son. If you write articles, just take a look. There are submission addresses behind them."

Gu Xia was very moved and hurried over and took a look. It was full of magazines such as soulmates, readers, and friends of women. The stories in them were really good and they were all referenced.

Gu Xia smiled and said, "Thank you really, grandma, otherwise I will go to the library to see it."

The old lady walked into the room with her hands behind her back: "It's okay, let's cook well."

Gu Xia smiled and said, "Grandma, if I really make a lot of money by writing articles, I'll treat you to delicious food."

"I don't care. My son often writes articles and makes a lot of money. You are far from him. I don't like your little money."

Gu Xia was not angry either, so she went back to see the stewed chicken. However, thinking that Lin Gang could still publish articles, it was really disgusting. He was indeed a hypocritical guy. Is this guy coming back soon on a business trip? It would be better to be a little late, otherwise he would be careful and worry more.

The chicken soup tastes very fragrant, and the whole corridor is filled with the aroma of chicken.

The old lady washed her hands early and sat behind the dining table and waited. She saw that she was really looking forward to it.

Gu Xia squatted and served the soup with a pot of soup. Her face was filled with smiles. She really liked chicken soup and couldn't hide her happiness.

Gu Xia steamed a little rice, put a bowl in front of the old lady. The old lady quickly used a large spoon to soak the rice and ate it with a large spoon, and added a cucumber and shredded potatoes, and a scrambled egg with chili. The two of them had a very rich meal.

The old lady burned her tongue and hissed and inhaled.

Gu Xia quickly brought her water over, and the old lady waved her hand and said, "I'm fine. Give us a bread to the opposite door. Give them a bowl? No, I won't give this one. I'll give you one or two when I drive Mingbao pancakes. This one is so delicious, I'll eat it myself."

Gu Xia pursed her lips and smiled, "If you like it, I'll do it for you."

"No, our living expenses are limited. If you eat meat today, you will have to eat vegetarian food tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. If you eat like you before, our family will go bankrupt."

Gu Xia nodded and lowered her head to eat. She felt that she would not go bankrupt. The old lady’s retirement salary was very high. When she heard her neighbors chatting, her salary was more than 100 yuan, which was the highest salary in the community. Moreover, her son and daughter-in-law had to pay twenty yuan a month for living expenses, so Sun Mei was very dissatisfied with this. She was not short of money and had to care about our money.

However, no matter how others talk about it, the money for every month must be given on time. Her relationship with Sun Mei has always been bad, and most of it is related to money.

Gu Xia felt that this was the consumption concept of the two generations.

Although the old lady was reluctant to give chicken soup, the fragrance floated over. The neighbor opposite was waiting for them to go out and came out. She smiled and asked if she had made chicken soup: "Why is it so fragrant? It feels much more fragrant than what we usually make."

"It just took a little longer to cook." Gu Xia said with a smile.

"Is that so? My eldest grandson screamed in greed. He couldn't eat sausage at noon, so he kept clamoring for soup."

All said so, what else can I understand? The old lady quickly asked Gu Xia to bring a bowl of chicken soup for her. The woman refused several times and took it away.

"This tastes so good, thank you very much."

The old lady was really reluctant to let it go, and she was slamming her mouth all the way, and Gu Xia pursed her lips and smiled from behind.

That night, Gu Xia continued to write.

This time she was going to write about the love, hate, and love of a family of five. Her parents prefer boys over girls and only care about her sons. She regardless of the life or death of her two daughters, and even married her daughter out early for the sake of her son. However, in her later years, her son was unfilial and her daughter-in-law did not support her, so she would have to support her two daughters.
Chapter completed!