Huang Ling took the 100 yuan royalties from her son and felt very complicated.
In this era when the average worker's salary is only thirty or forty yuan, one hundred yuan is by no means small money.
Huang Ling carefully read the correspondence between her son and the magazine to determine the origin of the one hundred yuan, then carefully collected the money and said to Wang Gang:
"Tu Nan, mom will keep this money for you and give it to you when you grow up."
"Mom, you can use the money! I know that my father's salary is basically paid to my father and mother-in-law. Both Xiaoting and I rely on your salary to support us. In the future, I will also have the ability to make money, so you can relax a little bit."
Wang Gang said.
"Good boy." Huang Ling's eyes turned red, and she hugged Wang Gang and said, "Mom, I don't need your money. You are still young. The most important task is to study, not to make money."
"Aren't you worried about me studying? I've almost finished learning the knowledge in the first grade of junior high school. In the last class quiz, I ranked first in the whole grade." Wang Gang said:
"And writing short stories is not difficult and it doesn't take me too much time."
Huang Ling insisted: "That's not okay. Making money is our adults' business. You are still a child. You can go out and have fun after studying. You don't need to worry about making money."
"Mom, don't worry! I will arrange my time reasonably. If my grades drop, I will give up writing and concentrate on studying, okay?" Wang Gang argued.
"Good boy, what a damn good boy." Huang Ling hugged Wang Gang tightly and couldn't hold back her tears anymore.
Zhuang Xiaoting was still young and didn't understand why her mother was crying, but Wang Gang knew that Huang Ling had been suppressing it for too long.
Zhuang Chaoying may be a qualified teacher, but she is by no means a qualified husband and father.
He spends most of his time in school and does not contribute much to his family. Not to mention that Zhuang Chaoying spends most of his monthly salary to support his parents and does not care at all about the quality of life of his wife and children.
If the banker hadn't been supported by Huang Ling, I'm afraid it would have disbanded long ago.
But after all, Huang Ling is also a woman and needs a man to rely on, but Zhuang Chaoying is absolutely unreliable.
Since Wang Gang is his son, he cannot just watch his mother and sister suffer.
What's more, Wang Gang doesn't want to live in poverty. He obviously has the ability to improve his life, so why not have to endure hardships.
Submitting to a magazine was something Wang Gang had planned for a long time. He used Huang Ling's identity to get a pen name, submitted articles to the magazine every week, and wrote some short stories that were oriented toward children. He could earn about 50 yuan in manuscript fees every month.
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Although the money is not much, it is definitely a timely gift for Huang Ling who is strapped for money. From now on, Wang Gang will be able to eat meat every now and then.
Recently, he has been eating only rice and pickles, and his stomach is extremely short of oil and water.
It’s not like Wang Gang never thought of persuading Huang Ling and Zhuang Chaoying to divorce, but after thinking about it he finally gave up.
Although Zhuang Chaoying was irresponsible to her family, she did not commit any heinous mistake.
Moreover, divorce is not a good thing in this era. Huang Ling will have to bear the burden of public opinion and gossip after her divorce, which is not worth the loss.
"Mom, please don't tell Dad about the royalties I earn. I'm worried that he will support my father and mother-in-law's family again." Wang Gang thought of something and reminded Huang Ling.
"Mom knows." Huang Ling nodded seriously, knowing what kind of character her husband was, and hurriedly hid the money.
"From now on, my manuscript fees will be used as a small treasury at home, and mom can use them as she pleases." Wang Gang said with a smile: "The editor said that the stories I wrote are very popular, and the manuscript fees can increase in the future."
Huang Ling sighed: "I didn't expect my son's income to be higher than mine."
Wang Gang smiled and said: "Mom, I will support you from now on!"
Huang Ling said happily: "It's good if you have this heart. Mom has hands and feet and can support herself."
Wang Gang said: "Mom, after we move, can you buy two kilograms of meat to celebrate?"
"Meat, where is the meat?" Zhuang Xiaoting on the side almost salivated when she heard the word "meat".
"Okay, Mom will stew meat for you later." Huang Ling said with a smile.
Wang Gang said: "The editor sent me some food stamps. Mom, you should be able to exchange the food stamps for some meat stamps."
"Well, okay."
Huang Ling agreed wholeheartedly, and then began to look forward to the days after moving.
In the next few days, Huang Ling started packing things in the dormitory, waiting for Wu Jianguo's furniture to be packed so that their family could move into their new house.
In addition to going to school, Wang Gang usually spends most of his time writing and submitting manuscripts in an effort to earn more manuscript fees.
There are too few formal ways to make money in this era, and the reform trend has not yet spread to Suzhou. Wang Gang only has a lot of skills, but no channels to display them.
Fortunately, Wang Gang is familiar with making money by writing, but because of his age, Wang Gang needs to use Huang Ling's identity to submit articles.
Huang Ling may not even know it, but she has become quite famous in Suzhou literary circles, and many people want to invite her to write manuscripts.
Zhuang Chaoying went on a business trip two days later. As the first batch of graders after the resumption of the college entrance examination, the municipal bureau organized a closed training for all graders. She was away for only half a month.
Huang Ling could only handle the moving matter by herself. Fortunately, the furniture was all new and she only needed to move some soft goods. With Wang Gang's help, it was not too hard for Huang Ling and Wang Gang.
On the day of the move, Huang Ling borrowed a tricycle and moved her things with her children one trip after another. Unfortunately, the weather was not kind and it started to rain on the way.
Huang Ling rode a tricycle, carrying her belongings and a pair of children, and soon rode to the small courtyard. Before she entered the door, she heard a woman's angry curse.
"Wang Yong, you idiot, what do you mean by drilling holes in the courtyard wall?"
Huang Ling was startled when she heard the voice, but Wang Gang felt that the voice sounded familiar and couldn't help but look into the yard.
In the small courtyard, a tall woman stood by the courtyard wall and cursed angrily at the neighbor on the other side:
"Wang Yong, the terrain of my yard is already low. If you open a hole in the wall, the rainwater will pour into my house when it rains."
"Song Ying, do you care if I make a hole in the wall of my own courtyard?" A wretched-looking man climbed on the wall and said arrogantly.
Huang Ling recognized the angry woman as Song Ying, a well-known thorn in the cotton mill.
Song Ying was not on the room allocation list before, so she went directly to the director's house with her child to make trouble, and even left her child alone at the director's house.
In the end, the director couldn't get enough of it, so he assigned Song Ying an apartment. This matter had long been a topic of conversation in the factory.
Huang Ling never expected that Song Yingfen's house was right next door to hers, and the two families shared a yard and kitchen.
Song Ying was still arguing with her neighbor Wang Yong there, and did not notice the arrival of her new neighbor.
"Tunan, Xiaoting, let's move things gently so as not to disturb others." Huang Ling whispered to Wang Gang.
Wang Gang raised his eyes and looked at Huang Ling and said, "Mom, we really can't stay out of this matter. If our neighbors dare to drill holes in our courtyard wall today, they will be even more aggressive tomorrow."
"Ah, what should I do?" Huang Ling said in a panic: "How about I plug up the hole?"
"It's useless." Wang Gang shook his head, glanced at Song Ying, who looked like Jiang Xin, and said, "Mom, you should argue with that auntie with the neighbors, otherwise our yard will flood when it rains.
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Huang Ling wondered: "But mom doesn't know how to quarrel!"
Wang Gang sighed: "Mom, you are just too weak."
Huang Ling has a soft personality and likes to be submissive. When she was sent to the kitchen to eat by Zhuang's mother, she didn't know how to resist. If Wang Gang hadn't stood up for her mother, she would have swallowed it.
"I'll do it!" Wang Gang sighed, feeling that his mother's being too kind was not always a good thing.
"Come here! Some people are playing hooligans, some are playing hooligans." Wang Gang shouted loudly.
Song Ying heard the sound and turned to look at Wang Gang strangely.