I wrote novels in the Republic of China

Sang Jingyun bought cooked food at noon, and he always picked the good ones, including pickled duck, roast chicken, braised pig's trotters, etc.

Some of them were eaten at noon, some were taken away by Manager Hong and Hong Wenxiang, and a roast chicken was given to Alan. They took home a roast chicken and half a duck in soy sauce.

They were planning to celebrate today, so Sang Qian cut up the chicken and duck and put them on the table.

She also fried a large plate of autumn eggplants and made a tofu and kelp soup.

The whole family ate without even raising their heads.

This was the best meal Sang Jingyun had had since she traveled through time. Although she could eat meat at Shopkeeper Hong's place before, the meat cooked by Shopkeeper Hong's cook tasted far inferior to the braised meat in the delicatessen.

The shop where she bought the braised food was a century-old brand, and its craftsmanship had stood the test of time.

Moreover, in the days when there was no technology and no hard work, delicatessens really had secret recipes. The roast chicken in this shop tasted very layered.

Sang Jingyun ate so much that his belly was round, and so were the others.

When the Sang family ate cooked food, the Hong family did the same.

Sang Jingyun gave the cooked food to Shopkeeper Hong. Shopkeeper Hong asked Hong Yongxiang to take away half a duck in sauce and a pig's trotter, and take the rest home, cut it up and serve it on the table.

Cooked food is expensive, and the Hong family doesn’t buy it very often, so they enjoy eating it with great pleasure.

After the meal, Shopkeeper Hong said to Hong Xu's father, "Boss, if Yue wants to paint in the future, don't let her do needlework."

Father Hong was somewhat unhappy, and Mother Hong was even more anxious and said, "Dad, A-Yue is not young anymore. If you want to talk about her, she must practice needlework. Painting is not a big deal, so it doesn't matter if you put it aside for a while."

After that, she said casually, "If you read too much, your heart will become wild. Look at Yongxiang, he doesn't even want to get married."

The fact that Hong Yongxiang didn't want to get married was a sore spot for Shopkeeper Hong. When he heard his daughter-in-law mention this, he got a little annoyed: "If you don't want her to paint, forget it. Let someone else do this business worth a few hundred silver dollars!"

"What?" Hong's mother was stunned.

Shopkeeper Hong said, "Yongxiang found her a job from someone he knew. He asked her to draw Sun Wukong for ten cents per picture. She had to draw two to three thousand pictures in total, and she could get three hundred dollars when she finished them."

Mother Hong gasped, "Dad, A-Yue is still young, so there's no rush for her to learn needlework. Just let her paint first. Yongxiang took the trouble to find a job for her, so she can't just not do it."

After that, Hong's mother asked Hong Yue: "Ayue, how many pictures can you draw in a day?"

Hong Yue said: "I can always draw ten." When she was drawing "The Three Strikes on the White Bone Demon" before, she had other things to do and drew twenty pictures in one day.

But that picture was just something she drew casually. Now she had to draw it for a publishing house, so she didn't dare to be so casual and felt that she could only draw ten pictures at most.

Mother Hong covered her chest with her left hand, and her breathing became rapid: "Ayue, just concentrate on drawing, I will not disturb you."

Draw ten pictures and you can get one dollar!
Her brother-in-law worked as a reporter in the concession and only earned fifteen silver dollars a month. Her husband helped her father-in-law run the business and only earned ten yuan a month.

If it weren't for food, clothing, and Hongxu's tuition, which were all paid by his father-in-law, they would not be able to support the family.

Now Hong Yue can earn one silver dollar a day, which means thirty silver dollars a month!
After dinner, Hong's mother lit the brightest oil lamp in the house and asked Hong Yue to draw. She also said to Hong Yue privately: "Ayue, if you make money, keep it as a dowry! The dowry your grandfather prepared for you is already quite a lot, plus these three hundred silver dollars, your husband's family will definitely not dare to look down on you in the future."

Hong Yue felt a little uncomfortable when she saw that her mother talked about getting married and her husband's family all the time.

She liked drawing, but if she drew to save up for her dowry, then that would be meaningless.

Mother Hong thought of something else: "Ayue, I remember your brother can draw, why not let him draw with you? I wonder if your uncle can find such a job again..."

"Mom, I want to paint." Hong Yue said.

Hong's mother left cautiously for fear of disturbing her daughter's painting.

After she got out of the house, she found her husband and said, "I didn't expect that I could earn two or three hundred dollars just by drawing a picture. Yongxiang can find such a job for Ayue, so can he also help Axu? Axu doesn't need to study recently, should we send him to learn painting?"

Father Hong said, "I will go ask him tomorrow. Ah Xu is smarter than Ah Yue. If he learns, he will definitely be better than Ah Yue in the future. Ah Yue can't finish two or three thousand pictures in a short time, so we can leave some for Ah Xu to draw."

The couple started discussing it.

Concession.

Hong Yongxiang took the cooked food sent by Sang Jingyun and the fried peanuts given by his family and went to find Fei Zhongxu for a drink. He also told him about what happened after he returned home today.

The two chatted for a while, and Fei Zhongxu asked about Hong Yue's painting: "Yongxiang, you have to keep an eye on your niece's painting. If she paints too slowly, I will have to change someone else."

"Don't worry. My elder brother and his wife love money. Knowing that there is money to be made by drawing, they will definitely let her draw." Hong Yongxiang knew that his elder brother and his wife still had the old ideas, and he knew even more clearly that they valued Hong Xu the most.

However, if they could make money, they would definitely not stop Hong Yue from drawing.

However, although Hong Yue can paint now, she may not be able to paint in the future.

He remembered his sister, who was once a very intelligent woman. He taught his sister to read, and his sister could learn it as soon as she heard it. She also asked him to copy the opera scripts and learn to read by following the scripts.

As she learned more, her sister was able to read as well.

But after getting married, his sister was trapped in the backyard and no longer had the opportunity to learn anything.

This New Year, he recommended his sister to read "New Novel Newspaper", saying that the stories in it were interesting. However, his sister told him that she could not read the densely packed words now and felt dizzy. She also said that the words she recognized before, she no longer recognized them after a long time.

He felt extremely uncomfortable at that time.

That night, when Sang Jingyun returned to his room, he found that the skin on his shoulders was indeed rubbed by the straw rope.

Her shoulder hurt, but she slept soundly.

The next morning, she woke up refreshed after a day's rest. She took out a pen and paper and began to write "The Two-Faced Demon King". There was no rush to write "Journey to the West". After all, Hong Yue could not finish the thirty-odd volumes of novels she had already written in a short time.

As for "The Two-Faced Demon Lord", she needs to write more. According to the editor of "New Novel Newspaper", they will only publish it after she writes more.

While Sang Jingyun was busy writing a novel, Sang Qianshi and Sang Jingying went to the county town.

Sang Qian was going to hand in some needlework, and she also wanted to buy some rice, flour, sauces and pork.

As for Sang Jingying, he wanted to go to the enamel class to take a look. The school had said before that the admission results would come out today.

The two men left home with Sang Jingxiong at dawn and returned about three hours later.

Sang Jingying was in a good mood and told Sang Jingyun that the enamel class had posted the admission list and he was on the list. He would be able to go to school on the sixth day of next month.

Upon hearing this, Sang Jingyun asked Sang Jingying, "Aying, do you want to go to a regular middle school?"

Before, because the family was short of money, she let Sang Jingying take an enamel class.

But now Sang Jingying can earn money on her own, so she can go to an ordinary middle school.

Sang Jingying said, "Sister, I think the enamel class is great. It's never wrong to learn a skill. What's more, the enamel class will also teach middle school content. If I learn well, I can still go to college in the future."

Seeing that her sister could make money by writing novels, Sang Jingying realized the importance of having a skill.

In the future, he will work in enamel and perhaps earn more than those who concentrate on studying.

Sang Jingying is still young and has simple ideas. The most important thing for him now is money.

Sang Jingyun said: "That's fine, you study hard, and in the future you can go to college or open an enamel factory."

Enamel remained very popular for many years.

When Sang Jingyun was a child in his previous life, his home had enamel cups, enamel basins, etc.

Opening an enamel factory during the Republic of China period would definitely make money.

If you are admitted to university at this time, your future will definitely be bright.

"Sister, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll continue writing Journey to the West." Sang Jingying said, "I'll start school on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, which is Monday. The day before, Sunday, is the day we agreed with Uncle Hong to go to the concession to deliver the manuscript... Including today, we still have six days to write... Sister, I'll finish Journey to the West in these six days!"

There are twenty-nine days in the eighth month of the lunar calendar. Today I am writing until the fourth day, so there are six days in total.

In the past few days, Sang Jingying wrote six volumes of "Journey to the West" successively. Together with the previous thirty-four volumes, there are now forty volumes.

They planned to write seventy-two volumes, which meant that another thirty-two volumes would be enough to complete the story.

Sang Jingying plans to give it a try and finish writing it in the next few days.

Sang Jingyun said: "Okay, let's do this, I will write two volumes every day, and you will write three volumes."

After they agreed, they started writing.

They had worked hard on writing before, but the conditions at that time were far worse than they are now.

At that time, the two of them only ate watery soup every day, and after dark, they were not allowed to use more lamp oil.

But it is different now. They can eat meat and eggs, and even vegetables are fried with lard. They have much more energy when writing books.

Therefore, on the fourth day of September, which was Saturday at noon, the two finished writing the rest of "Journey to the West".

Thirty-eight volumes, a total of 52,000 words of manuscripts, a thick stack.

"Aying, please copy the manuscripts that have not been copied yet. I want to take a rest." Sang Jingyun threw down his pen and didn't want to write anymore.

These days, in addition to writing two volumes of "Journey to the West" every day, she also has to write "The Two-Faced Demon Lord" with three to four thousand words, which adds up to seven thousand words a day.

Even in her previous life, when she was typing on the computer, she wasn't necessarily this diligent.

Fortunately, there are no mobile phones to distract her and she is short of money, so she can do this.

Of course, having Sang Xuewen help her with transcribing saved her a lot of trouble. If she had to transcribe by herself, the number of words she would write in a day would be half as many.

She hardly stopped writing, and the time she spent was almost the same as copying a book. If she had to copy it again after writing, it would take twice as long to write.

On the 27th, Sang Jingyun only received the royalties, and did not give the manuscript of "The Two-Faced Demon Lord" written on the previous day to Hong Yongxiang. Therefore, at this moment, Sang Jingyun already had a manuscript of "The Two-Faced Demon Lord" of more than 20,000 words in his hand.

This is enough, Sang Jingyun doesn’t plan to continue writing today.

After finding Sang Xuewen and asking him to help him copy all the manuscripts of "The Two-Faced Demon Lord", Sang Jingyun went to lie down on the bamboo chair that Sang Qian had just bought.

For the next half day, she didn't want to do anything.

Sang Jingyun took a nap on a bamboo chair in the afternoon, and he couldn't sleep that night. His mind was full of thoughts about going to the concession the next day.

I don’t know what the concession looked like at that time.

Sang Jingyun tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep. He woke up early the next morning.

She is going to the concession!
(End of this chapter)