Many people couldn't sleep well tonight, including Wang Gang and Zheng Juan.
After Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng left, Zheng Juan finally coaxed Feng Yue to sleep, but Zhou Cong started making trouble again.
Li Suhua took the initiative to take Feng Yue to sleep, so Zheng Juan had time to work on her son.
Zhou Cong is not three months old and would only cause trouble for two things, either because he is hungry or because he has diarrhea.
Wang Gang and Zheng Juan helped their son change his diaper and feed him milk, and then Zhou Cong fell into a deep sleep.
It was almost eleven o'clock, and Zheng Juan had no time to spare and had to wash out Zhou Cong's diaper.
Fortunately, the new house has heating and a gas stove, so doing laundry in the winter is not painful.
By the time Zheng Juan finished washing her diaper and took a shower, it was almost twelve o'clock.
Wang Gang stayed up until his wife finished her work. He walked into the bedroom in his pajamas and said, "Remember to use the hand cream I bought you two days ago."
Zheng Juan sat in front of the dressing table. This was something left by the original owner. Later, Wang Gang renovated it and bought a lot of women's skin care products.
For this reason, Zheng Juan also complained that Wang Gang spent money indiscriminately.
"That hand cream costs dozens of yuan for a small bottle. It's too expensive. I can't bear to use it," Zheng Juan said.
"I make money just to use it for you. You have to use what you need to save money. I asked someone to bring that bottle of hand cream back from Xiangjiang. I will buy it after I use it up."
Wang Gang walked to his wife and took her hand.
"You have worked hard these past few years, and your hands are rough from working." Wang Gang held his wife's hand distressedly and applied hand cream on her with his own hands.
"I'm not working hard. Now that I'm living in a new home, I don't have to fetch water or pour swill, and there's heating in winter. It's already very good." Zheng Juan looked at her man with a happy face and said:
"It's hard for you to make money. You can't even bear to buy new clothes. Don't spend money on me all the time."
Wang Gang smiled, shook his head and said: "There is another letter from Xiangjiang. The Condor Shooting series has been serialized for several months and has become extremely popular. It is expected that the serialization will be completed in another half a year, and the newspaper has come to urge the second part."
Zheng Juan said excitedly: "Are the novels you wrote so popular?"
Wang Gang said proudly: "Of course, don't you still believe in your man's talent?"
Wang Gang was not surprised that the Condor Shooting was so popular. After all, he was standing on the shoulders of giants when creating, but what he didn't expect was that the Condor Shooting would become such a hit in Xiangjiang.
Wenbao originally planned to serialize the one-million-word "Shooting the Condor" in one and a half years.
But newspapers underestimate the influence of avid readers.
Within three months of the serialization of The Condor, it had gained a large number of fanatical fans. These people were dissatisfied with the newspaper's update speed and went directly to the newspaper office to cause trouble.
The incident became quite a big deal in the end, and the police were alerted. In the end, the newspaper had to compromise with readers and promised to increase the number of updates every day. The original serialization time of one and a half years was shortened to seven months.
Of course, literary newspapers are not without their benefits. The sales volume of literary newspapers now exceeds those of the industry, and many people are inquiring about the author of The Condor.
It’s just that people in Xiangjiang never imagined that the author of The Condor Shooting would be in Jichun.
Two days ago, Wang Gang received a letter from a literary newspaper, urging him to write the second part of The Condor and doubling the remuneration.
The original remuneration for this article was ten yuan per thousand words, but now it is twenty yuan per thousand words.
Wang Gang wrote a reply yesterday and directly raised the remuneration to 100 words, which is ten times the original amount.
The full text of "The Divine Condor" is about 1.1 million words, and a thousand words cost 100 yuan. The total royalties are 100,000 yuan.
This is an extremely high price even in Xiangjiang.
Wang Gang deliberately opened his mouth like a lion, and also wanted to ask for a high price and pay back the money on the spot. The price in his mind was about seventy per thousand words.
Regardless of the final negotiation with Wenbao, after the Condor Trilogy, he should not have to worry about money for the time being.
"Bingkun, will your sister take Yueyue away when she comes back this time?" Zheng Juan and Wang Gang sat on the bed and started chatting.
"Are you reluctant to part with Yueyue?" Wang Gang asked.
"Of course I can't let go of Yueyue, she is cute and sensible, and my mother is much happier with her at home," Zheng Juan said.
"Then don't let Zhou Rong take Yueyue away." Wang Gang said.
"What are you talking about? Yueyue is your sister's biological daughter. How can we keep her?" Zheng Juan gently hammered Wang Gang's chest.
Wang Gang said indifferently: "Based on my understanding of Zhou Rong, she may not take her daughter back."
Zheng Juan raised her head in surprise and said, "Why? Don't they want Yue Yue?"
Wang Gang said: "Living in the capital is not easy. Although Feng Huacheng is from the capital, it is not easy to survive in the capital, not to mention having to take care of his daughter.
Zhou Rong is used to being selfish. She is still eager for us and mom to help take care of the child, so why would she take Yueyue back?"
Zheng Juan didn't understand and said: "No way! I think your sister misses Yue very much today."
Wang Gang rolled his eyes and said, "If she really missed her daughter, she wouldn't have stayed away even a year later. Feng Huacheng had been released a long time ago. Logically speaking, it would be easy for Zhou Rong to return to Jichun, but why didn't she come back?"
Zheng Juan frowned and said, "If I had a daughter as good as Yue Yue, I would definitely not be able to worry about her being alone in Jichun."
"You are not Zhou Rong." Wang Gang hugged his wife and said, "You put your family first, but some people only have herself in their hearts. Look! When Zhou Rong comes over tomorrow, she will definitely talk about Yue Yue's upbringing."
Zheng Juan didn't believe it: "Anyway, I don't believe that a mother can let go of her child."
Wang Gang raised the corner of his mouth and said, "How about we make a bet?"
Zheng Juan asked curiously: "What are you betting on?"
Wang Gang smiled evilly and said: "Let's bet on whether Zhou Rong will take Yueyue away. If you win, I promise you something. If I win, you promise me something."
Zheng Juan asked in confusion: "What do you want me to promise you, and you want me to make a bet?"
Wang Gang approached Zheng Juan with a wicked smile and whispered a few words in her ear.
The next moment, Zheng Juan turned her head in surprise, looked at Wang Gang and said, "That's so dirty!"
Wang Gang hugged his wife and said, "You promised me that if I win, you will fulfill my wish."
Zheng Juan's cheeks turned red and she said shyly: "When will I agree to bet with you?"
"Silence means acquiescence. Anyway, you didn't object just now." Wang Gang acted rogue.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "No, I won't bet with you, and I have nothing to ask you to do." Zheng Juan shook her head shyly.
Wang Gang smiled slyly and said, "How about I suffer a little loss and satisfy you first."
Zheng Juan jumped up in fright and said, "No, it's too dirty."
Wang Gang laughed and threw the quilt over the two of them, and the room began to be filled with the sound of frolics.
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Early the next morning, Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng got up early, but they were woken up by the cold.
Although the kang was burning, the winter in Jichun was so cold that the Zhou family's kang was useless for several days and could not keep the house warm in just one night.
In the second half of last night, the coal was almost burning, and Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng were so cold that they couldn't sleep.
When Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong woke up early in the morning and wanted to wash up, they found that there was no water at home and they had to go to the water room to get water.
There was no firewood in the stove, so even hot water could not be heated.
The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and neither carbon nor firewood is easy to deal with.
In the end, Zhou Rong had no choice but to shamelessly ask Xiao Guoqing to borrow it again.
Seeing Xiao Guoqing again, Zhou Rong found that his face was slightly injured, as if someone had scratched it with nails.
"National Day, what's wrong with the injury on your face?" Zhou Rong asked innocently.
Xiao Guoqing touched the wound with some embarrassment and said: "It was scratched by a cat yesterday. It's not a problem."
Zhou Rong finally put her emotional intelligence online for once and didn't ask any more questions.
"Do you still have carbon? I'd like to borrow some more." Zhou Rong asked.
Xiao Guoqing was stunned and subconsciously wanted to say that he still had it at home. Unexpectedly, Wu Qian rushed out.
"Sister Zhou Rong, I'm sorry, we have just moved here and we don't have much carbon at home." Wu Qian said to Zhou Rong politely.
Zhou Rong was a little disappointed, but she didn't take it to heart.
"Then do you know where to buy charcoal? The house is too cold and I can't stand it without burning the kang." Zhou Rong asked.
"It's hard to buy carbon now. It's almost the Chinese New Year, and all the places selling carbon are closed." Wu Qian thought for a moment and said, "How about you go to the factory and ask."
Zhou Rong didn't know anyone from the carbon factory, but she quickly remembered a licking dog.
"Okay, I'll ask someone else." Zhou Rong left helplessly, preparing to go to Cai Xiaoguang for help.
After Xiao Guoqing and Wu Qian entered the house, they couldn't help but wonder, "We still have a lot of carbon at home, why don't you borrow it from Sister Zhou Rong?"
Wu Qian rolled her eyes and said, "We didn't buy the carbon with real money! You can just borrow it if you want?"
Xiao Guoqing said angrily: "Zhou Rong is Bingkun's sister. What's wrong with my relationship with Bingkun?"
"You and Bingkun are just kids, but you and Zhou Rong are not. My younger brother is very capable! I want you to take the lead."
Xiao Guoqing and Wu Qian quarreled again, and there was a strong tendency of another fight.
On the other hand, when Zhou Rong went back, she discovered that she did not have Cai Xiaoguang's home address. She only knew that he worked at a tractor factory.
