I wrote novels in the Republic of China

"Aying, do you know what I am now?" Sang Jingyun asked Sang Jingying.

Sang Jingying was puzzled: "What is it?"

Sang Jingyun said: "I am the scapegoat girl."

After saying this, Sang Jingyun laughed, and seeing this, Sang Jingying also laughed.

Today, both of them are in a good mood.

This weekend, Zhang Zhuangmao also returned to Shanghai County from the concession.

He arrived home in the morning, had a meal at home, and then went shopping with his classmates.

Zhang Zhuangmao's classmate went to the same middle school as him. When they were shopping, he asked Zhang Zhuangmao's fiancée: "Do you want to go see your fiancée?"

Zhang Zhuangmao said, "She lives quite far from the county town. I only have one day off and don't have time to go there."

Zhang Zhuangmao himself didn't really want to go to the Sang family.

Although Sang Jingyun is a good person, Sang Xuewen is a mess, and he is afraid that he will be entangled by Sang Xuewen.

"That's a pity." said Zhang Zhuangmao's classmate.

At this moment, Zhang Zhuangmao saw Sang Jingyun, who was carrying a pot and smiling like a flower.

Sang Jingyun's smile made Zhang Zhuangmao's heart beat faster and he felt infinite joy, but Sang Jingyun's dress made him hesitate.

Sang Jingyun was originally writing a novel at home today. When he got the news, he hurried to the county town without even having time to change his clothes.

She was wearing an old dress, her hair was tied casually behind her head, and she had a straw hat on her head.

The most important thing is that she is carrying a pot!

Zhang Zhuangmao didn't dare to say hello, for fear that Sang Jingyun would see him.

In front of his classmates, he described Sang Jingyun as a smart and beautiful lady from a wealthy family, but he didn't want people to know that the real Sang Jingyun was like this.

When he and Sang Jingyun get married, he will definitely not let Sang Jingyun be so unkempt anymore.

Zhang Zhuangmao took his classmates and walked to another place.

When Zhang Zhuangmao saw Sang Jingyun, Sang Jingyun actually also saw Zhang Zhuangmao.

She just felt that the other person looked familiar, but she didn't recognize him.

After buying the pot, they had bought almost everything they needed, so the two of them went to the house where Alan worked.

The house is relatively large and has a side door. Before, Sang Jingying had sent Alan to the side door.

The two knocked on the door, and soon a round-faced woman opened the door.

Sang Jingyun looked inside and found that the kitchen was next to the side door. At this moment, Alan was washing dishes at the kitchen door.
The kitchen helpers usually have to wash dishes, wash vegetables, make fire, etc. When they are free, they will be asked to do other chores.

Sang Jingyun called out "Grandma Alan", and Alan stood up, wiped his hands and came over: "Miss Yun, Master Ying, why are you here? Is there anything missing at home?"

Seeing Alan's worried expression, Sang Jingyun quickly said, "Grandma Alan, we don't need anything at home. This is what happened. Aying and I made money from writing books, and now we don't need money at home. I want to ask if you want to go back with us."

Sang Jingyun briefly explained the current situation.

She didn't say how much she and Sang Jingying earned, she only said that now that they were able to make money and had a fixed income, they wanted to take Alan back home to live with them in their old age.

Alan burst into tears and kept saying yes.

But she did not agree to go back with Sang Jingyun and Sang Jingying: "I am doing well now, Miss Yun, you don't have to worry about me."

Alan smiled as she said that the host was very generous and the chef in the kitchen was also a good person. The braised pork for the Mid-Autumn Festival was specially reserved for her.

Sang Jingyun glanced at the servants who were watching them not far away, then looked at Alan's clothes, and knew that Alan was living a pretty good life.

It makes sense. Although the world is not peaceful, ordinary people are well-behaved. Even if they have some small thoughts, they will not do evil and will not bully an old lady like Alan.

Sang Jingyun thought for a moment, then took out a roast chicken and two silver dollars and gave them to Alan: "Grandma Alan, if you don't want to go with us, just accept this. We'll come back to see you in a few days."

Alan didn't want it, but Sang Jingyun forced it into her hands and ran away with Sang Jingying.

Sang Xuewen cheated Alan of dozens of silver dollars.

In addition, Alan had previously deposited some money in the Sang family's counter, but because the Sang family went bankrupt, all the money was gone.

At this time, in order to facilitate capital turnover, shops allowed relatives and friends to deposit money in their shops, and at the end of each year, they would give some interest to the relatives and friends who deposited money.

Only Sang Xuewen lost money, but Sang Yuanshan was able to leave something behind. He followed the example of the Sang family's ancestors and buried silver dollars underground.

What's more, the Sang family's land deeds and other things are not in Sang Xuewen's hands, and Sang Xuewen doesn't even know how much land and property the family has.

However, the county town of Shanghai had long been in decline, and the Sang family's business was already not doing well. After Sang Xuewen lost money, merchants to whom the Sang family owed money for goods came to ask for repayment, and depositors who had deposited money at the Sang family's counter came to withdraw their money. The store's turnover was poor and it could not survive.

In order to obtain funds, Sang Yuanshan sold the silk and cloth stored in his home, but was taken advantage of and the price was maliciously forced down.

Sang Yuanshan had to sell various things to compensate the depositors.

But the money was still not enough, so the money Alan deposited in the Sang family was never compensated, and some families had not yet asked for it.

After watching Sang Jingyun and Sang Jingying leave, Alan smiled, sat back in his original seat and continued washing dishes.

The servants had just finished their meal and had nothing to do, so they gathered in the kitchen to talk.

Seeing someone coming to see Alan, they asked curiously.

Alan works as a helper here, and his life is far worse than when the Sang family was not in decline. When he was in the Sang family, the work was quite a lot.

But she didn't suffer much injustice.

Since I work in the kitchen, I can eat leftovers, so the food is pretty good.

But in the past, she always had a sad look on her face.

After the incident at the Sang family, she always felt uneasy and in a bad mood.

But today, Sang Jingyun and Sang Jingying came to see her and gave her food and money. She instantly became energetic and felt a lot more relaxed.

Alan talked incessantly, telling people about her Miss Jingyun and Master Jingying, and repeatedly mentioned: "They said they would come to see me again in a few days." Seeing how happy Alan was, everyone said nice things to her no matter what they thought in their hearts.

Alan felt even happier, as if he had suddenly become several years younger.

Sang Jingyun and Sang Jingying didn't know what was happening on Alan's side. They left Alan's place and went to the pastry shop where Sang Jingxiong worked.

Sang Jingyun bought some pastries and picked up Sang Jingxiong in advance.

Sang Jingxiong doesn't get paid now, he is learning how to make pastries.

This shop only makes ordinary pastries, and the craftsmanship is not that complicated, so you just need to follow the process. Sang Jingxiong is a smart man, so he has almost learned it, so it’s okay for him to leave early.

The pastry shop owner called Sang Jingxiong out.

Sang Jingxiong saw that Sang Jingyun and Sang Jingying were somewhat happy. When he smelled the cooked food coming from Sang Jingying's backpack, he was even more ecstatic: "What did you buy?"

Sang Jingyun said: "We got the royalties and bought some cooked food."

Sang Jingxiong said, "It smells like roast chicken. Can I have some first? Chicken head or chicken butt is fine."

This pastry shop is not big, but it has a lot of people.

The shopkeeper is nearly seventy years old. His three sons are all in their forties and have each married and had children. The two oldest grandsons have also married and had children.

A family of thirty people depended on the pastry shop for a living, which cost a lot, so they were relatively frugal when it came to food. When Sang Jingxiong ate here at noon, the only meat he had was salted fish, and no meat.

Sang Jingyun did not refuse. He pulled a chicken head with a chicken neck from the oil paper bag for him to chew on. He also handed him a backpack with cooked food, soap and other small items in it: "You carry the backpack."

Since Sang Jingxiong was offered a chicken head to eat, he naturally would not refuse.

Sang Jingyun took the pot off his back again, wrapped it with newspaper and straw rope, and gave it to Sang Jingying to carry on his back.

This was probably due to poor craftsmanship; the iron pot was relatively thick and indeed a bit heavy.

She carried it for a while, but she couldn't carry it anymore. Her shoulders were so painful from the rope, probably because of the skin breaking.

Although she is three years older than Sang Jingying, she is not as tall or strong as Sang Jingying.

In the end, Sang Jingyun only carried the paper in a cloth bag, holding a spatula in one hand and sugar and pastries in the other.

After walking for a while, Sang Jingxiong, who had just finished eating the chicken head, took the spatula away and used it as a stick to scrub.

It was around three in the afternoon when they returned home.

As soon as Sang Jingyun entered the room, he shouted, "Grandma, Jingying and I got 40 yuan in royalties!"

The total fee is ninety yuan, but it is better not to let Sang Xuewen and Sang Jingxiong know the specific situation.

The whole family looked over excitedly.

Sang Jingyun and Sang Jingying put down the things they bought, took out the remaining twenty-three silver dollars and some scattered silver dimes and copper coins, placed them on the eight-immortals table, and talked about today's expenses.

I had forty silver dollars, and I spent one on buying some extra cooked food. I spent eight on buying paper, pens and ink from Shopkeeper Hong, and gave two to Alan, so I had spent eleven in total. I also spent another four on iron pots, spatulas, candies, lard and the like. Now I have about twenty-four silver dollars left.

"There's money at home now!" Sang Jingxiong was very happy.

But Sang Jingyun poured cold water on him: "For the remaining money, keep two yuan to pay the rent for next month in two days, and keep some for next month's living expenses. The remaining fifteen yuan, we will use to pay off the debt."

Sang Jingxiong suddenly wilted, but the others had no objections.

Seeing this, Sang Jingyun encouraged them again: "I got a lot of money this time, all thanks to the support of Shopkeeper Hong and his family. I probably won't be able to earn so much in the future, but I can still earn 20 to 30 silver dollars a month. Jingying will learn to make enamel and get two silver dollars a month, Jingxiong can also get two silver dollars a month, mother can do needlework and earn two silver dollars a month, father and grandmother will take care of the chores at home, in the future, each of us will have our own responsibilities, and our life at home will definitely get better and better."

Sang Jingyun also said to Sang Jingxiong: "Grandma will save the silver dollars you earn for you. When you have enough tuition, you can take the entrance exam for middle school."

Sang Jingyun encouraged his family, and the whole family became excited.

Sang Jingyun added: "Grandma, go and make some lard and get the new pot boiling. We'll have a good meal tonight!"

Sang Qian immediately took out the lard and asked Sang Xuewen to wash it, while she tidied up the kitchen.

There was originally more than one stove in the kitchen, but their family only had one pot before, so the other stoves were empty.

Now I need to repair the empty stove so that the small pot will fit perfectly on it.

After Sang Xuewen washed and cut the lard, Sang Qianshi first took a small piece of lard, boiled it, and then began to boil the lard.

The aroma of lard is extremely overbearing.

In his previous life, Sang Jingyun disliked fatty meat and found it greasy if too much cooking oil was used. When he smelled this smell, his appetite was aroused and he no longer had the heart to write a book.

She didn't care about the smoke from boiling lard. She stood by the stove and watched Sang Qian boil the lard.

Sang Jingying, Sang Jingxiong and Sang Jingli were not spared. Sang Jingli was short and couldn't see clearly, so she moved a stool and stood on it, holding on to the stove to see.

Even Lu Ying would come to the small kitchen from time to time.

It takes time to boil lard. After Sang Jingyun recovered, he went to get some cakes and gave each of them a piece.

After eating, I felt even hungrier.

The lard was finally cooked, leaving a bowl of lard residue.

Seeing that everyone in the family looked hungry, Sang Qian took out bowls and shared the food with everyone.

They have the same amount as the four children, but she, Lu Ying and Sang Xuewen only have half as much as the children.

"Eat." After dividing the food, Sang Qian spoke.

Sang Jingyun took his bowl, picked up a piece of crispy and fragrant oil residue and put it into his mouth. He felt the oil exploding in his mouth and felt extremely happy.

The bland meals of the past few days really hurt her.

In the future, she will definitely write novels well, so that she can eat fried dough residue whenever she wants, and eat roast chicken whenever she wants.

After boiling the lard, Sang Qian asked Sang Xuewen to make a pot of white rice, while she herself used the small iron pan to cook vegetables.

Tonight, they can have an extremely sumptuous dinner.

(End of this chapter)