The heavens set sail from the courtyard

Huang Ling felt very complicated as she took the 100 yuan in royalties from her son.

In this era when the average worker's salary is only thirty or forty yuan, one hundred yuan is by no means a small amount of money.

Huang Ling carefully read the correspondence between her son and the magazine, confirmed the origin of the 100 yuan, then carefully put the money away and said to Wang Gang:
"Tunan, let me keep this money for you and give it to you when you grow up."

"Mom, take the money and use it! I know that Dad's salary basically goes to support my father and grandma. Xiaoting and I are supported by your salary. In the future, I will be able to make money, and you can relax a little." Wang Gang said.

"Good boy." Huang Ling's eyes turned red, and she hugged Wang Gang and said, "Mom doesn't need your money. You are still young, and your most important task is to study, not to make money."

"Are you still worried about my studies? I have almost finished learning all the knowledge for the first grade of junior high school. In the last class test, I ranked first in the whole grade." Wang Gang said:
"Besides, writing short stories is not difficult and it won't take me too much time."

Huang Ling insisted: "That won't work either. Making money is our job as adults. You are still a child. After studying, you can go out and have fun. 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, you are really a good boy to your mother." Huang Ling hugged Wang Gang tightly, unable to hold back her tears any longer.

Zhuang Xiaoting was still young and didn’t understand why her mother was crying, but Wang Gang knew that Huang Ling had been suppressing her emotions for too long.

Zhuang Chaoying may be a qualified teacher, but he is definitely not a qualified husband and father.

He spent most of his time at school and didn't contribute much to his family, not to mention that Zhuang Chaoying spent most of his monthly salary on supporting his parents and didn't care about the quality of life of his wife and children at all.

If Huang Ling hadn't been holding on, the bank would have collapsed long ago.

But Huang Ling is a woman after all and needs a man to rely on, but Zhuang Chaoying is definitely unreliable.

Since Wang Gang was someone's son, it was impossible for him to just watch his mother and sister suffer.

What's more, Wang Gang doesn't want to live in poverty. He clearly has the ability to improve his life, so why should he endure hardship?

Submitting articles to magazines was something Wang Gang had planned long ago. He used Huang Ling's identity to create a pen name and submitted articles to the magazine every week, writing short stories that were more child-oriented. He could earn about 50 yuan in royalties every month.

Although the money is not much, it is definitely a timely relief for Huang Ling who is struggling to make ends meet. Wang Gang will be able to eat meat every now and then.

He has been eating rice and pickles lately, and his stomach is extremely lacking in oil and water.

Wang Gang had thought about persuading Huang Ling and Zhuang Chaoying to divorce, but after some consideration he gave up.

Although Zhuang Chaoying was irresponsible to his family, he did not commit any unforgivable crime.

Moreover, divorce is not a good thing in this day and age. Huang Ling will have to bear the public opinion and gossip after the divorce, which is not worth it.

"Mom, don't tell Dad about the royalties I earn from writing. I'm worried that he will use them to support my father and grandmother's family again." Wang Gang thought of something and reminded Huang Ling.

"Mom knows." Huang Ling nodded seriously. She also knew what kind of person her husband was, so she quickly hid the money.

"From now on, my royalties will be used as a small treasury for our family, and my mother can use them as she pleases." Wang Gang said with a smile: "The editor said that the stories I wrote are very popular, and my royalties will 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 in the future!"

Huang Ling said with relief: "I'm glad you have this intention. Mom has hands and feet and can support herself."

Wang Gang said: "Mom, after we move, can we buy two kilograms of meat to celebrate?"

"Meat? Where is the meat?" Zhuang Xiaoting, who was standing by, almost drooled 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 coupons. Mom, you should be able to exchange them for some meat coupons." "Okay, OK."

Huang Ling agreed readily and began to look forward to the days after moving.

In the next few days, Huang Ling began to pack her things in the dormitory, waiting for Wu Jianguo to finish packing the furniture so that their family could move into the new house.

Apart from going to school, Wang Gang spends most of his time writing and submitting articles in an effort to earn more royalties.

There were too few formal channels to make money in this era, and the reform and opening-up policy had not yet reached Suzhou. Wang Gang had a lot of skills but no channels to display them.

Fortunately, Wang Gang is very familiar with making money by writing, but because of his age, Wang Gang needs to use Huang Ling's identity to submit his works.

Huang Ling herself may not know that she has already become famous in the Suzhou literary circle, and many people want to commission her to write articles.

Zhuang Chaoying went on a business trip two days later. As the first batch of examiners after the resumption of the college entrance examination, the Municipal Bureau organized a closed training for all examiners, which would take nearly half a month.

Huang Ling had to handle the moving issue by herself. Fortunately, all the furniture was new and she only had to move some small items. With the help of Wang Gang, Huang Ling didn't find it too hard.

On the day of moving, Huang Ling borrowed a tricycle and moved things back and forth with her two children. Unfortunately, the weather was not good and it started raining halfway through the journey.

Huang Ling rode a tricycle, carrying her belongings and two children, and soon arrived at the courtyard. Before she even entered the door, she heard a woman's angry curses.

"Wang Yong, you filthy bastard, what do you mean by drilling a hole 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 towards the yard.

In the small courtyard, a tall woman stood by the wall and angrily yelled at the neighbor on the other side:
"Wang Yong, my yard is already low in terrain. You can make a hole in the wall so that when it rains, all the rainwater won't flow back into my house."

"Song Ying, I'm making a hole in the wall of my own house, what's it to you?" A wretched-looking man climbed on the top of the wall and said arrogantly.

Huang Ling recognized the shouting woman as Song Ying, a well-known troublemaker in the cotton mill.

Song Ying was not on the housing allocation list before, so she took her child to the director's house to make a scene, and even left the child alone at the director's house.

In the end, the director was so annoyed that he allocated an apartment to Song Ying. This matter has long been a topic of conversation in the factory.

Huang Ling never expected that the house Song Ying was allocated was right next door to hers, and that the two families would have to share a yard and kitchen.

Song Ying was still arguing with her neighbor Wang Yong and did not notice the arrival of the new neighbor.

"Tuanan, Xiaoting, let's move things gently and don't disturb others." Huang Ling whispered to Wang Gang.

Wang Gang looked up at Huang Ling and said, "Mom, we really can't stay out of this matter. If our neighbors dare to dig a hole in our wall today, they will be even more aggressive tomorrow."

"Ah, what should I do?" Huang Ling said in panic: "How about I block the hole?"

"It's useless." Wang Gang shook his head, glanced at Song Ying, who looked like Jiang Xin, and said, "Mom, you should work with that aunt to argue with the neighbors, otherwise our yard will be flooded every time it rains."

Huang Ling said in embarrassment: "But my mother doesn't know how to quarrel!"

Wang Gang sighed: "Mom, you are just too weak."

Huang Ling has a soft personality and likes to accept things as they come. When she was sent to the kitchen to eat by Zhuang's mother, she did not know how to resist. If Wang Gang had not stood up for his mother, she would have swallowed this loss.

"Let me do it!" Wang Gang sighed, thinking that his mother being too kind was not always a good thing.

"Someone come! Someone is acting like a hooligan, someone is acting like a hooligan." Wang Gang shouted loudly.

When Song Ying heard the voice, she turned around and looked at Wang Gang in surprise. (End of this chapter)