When Zhou Chen returned home, Li Suhua asked: "Kun'er, why are you so late today?"
"Something delayed me."
Seeing that the food was ready, Zhou Chen washed his hands in the basin and sat at the table.
After sitting down, Zhou Chen did not use his chopsticks immediately, but took out the contents of his pocket and placed them on the table.
"Mom, the company paid wages today."
Li Suhua was shocked when she saw Zhou Chen took out so much money, took it over and counted it carefully.
She was illiterate, but she could still recognize the money.
After clicking carefully, Li Suhua raised her head and asked in surprise: "What's going on, Kun'er, why is your salary so high? It's already over fifty. Is the salary in a publishing house so high?"
As the person in charge of the family's money, her husband Zhou Zhigang has worked for more than 20 years. Now he is an eighth-level worker and a third-line worker supporting the university, earning only fifty or sixty yuan a month.
Zhou Chen had only been working for a month, but she had already received more than fifty yuan. Of course she was shocked.
"How can this be such a good thing, Mom, my basic salary is twenty-six dollars, and the rest is the writing fee given by the agency when I write poems."
"What? Kun'er, you're not lying to your mother, are you? You can also write poetry? How much money can you make?"
Li Suhua already felt like her son was in a dream when she went to work in a publishing house. Now she heard that Zhou Chen also wrote poems and made money. Why does this feel so unreal?
Zhou Chen was unhappy: "Mom, you are looking down on others. I am not bragging to you. My current level, even my brother and sister combined, are not as good as mine. Your old ideas need to be changed."
Changed, from now on, your old son is your best son, you can be proud of me from now on."
Li Suhua rolled her eyes at him and said: "Why do you still want to go to heaven after complimenting you a few times? Kun'er, what you just said is true? Have you really written poetry?"
"I've been writing this for a long time. You think I'm joking with you? I wrote it. Of course I wrote it. The money is actually here. If I hadn't written it, would I have had so much money?"
"Then what poem did you write? Read it to mom." Li Suhua became more energetic.
Zhou Chen said: "Wait a minute. I brought back a magazine last time. My poems are on it. There are also newspapers. I'll find them for you."
Back in the room, Zhou Chen took out the magazine and newspaper from under the pillow and placed them in front of Li Suhua.
"Look, here, this, and that are all poems written by me."
"You kid, I can't read. Come on, read to me."
Zhou Chen laughed twice, and then read each song to Li Suhua one by one.
Li Suhua listened very carefully. After listening, she happily exclaimed: "Okay, it sounds really good."
"Mom, can you understand?"
"My mother doesn't understand whether it's okay to beat a dead child, but this is written by my son. It's good. It's well written and well read."
Zhou Chen was amused by the old lady's words.
"Mom, I'll keep some of this money, and you keep the rest. You also have these tickets, use them when you have time, especially the meat tickets. I've used them all. I haven't eaten meat for a long time."
Li Suhua: "You know how to eat meat. I still want to keep it for use at the end of the year and buy more meat."
"No need. The publisher's treatment is very good. They will give you some meat coupons every month. Besides, my dad and the others won't come back this year. The food during the Chinese New Year will be the same as what we eat now."
"Okay, okay, okay, Mom listens to you, I will buy it tomorrow, and I will make it for you to eat after I buy it. Who told you to earn this?"
"Let's eat together. There's also this industrial roll. If you see what's missing at home, take it and buy it."
"I'll take care of these things. Don't worry so much. Just work hard and leave a good impression on the leader."
"I know, Mom, you've said this eight hundred times."
Chapter completed!