Age: My Small World

Chapter 90 I Want to Keep It
After dinner.

Yang Jun walked towards his seventh uncle Fan Xinhe's house with the newspaper and letter, which contained fifty yuan.

"Xiaoshan, why are you here again? Did you discuss yesterday's matter with your mother?"

Uncle Qi was smoking a pipe, and the smell of secondhand smoke was a bit choking, making Yang Jun take two steps back.

"I forgot your kid is here." Uncle Fan smiled awkwardly and waved his big hand.

Yang Jun didn't take it seriously and handed the thing over.

"Uncle Qi, this is the money I'm paying back to the village. Please count it."

Five big black tens appeared in front of him, which made Fan Xinhe stunned.

It's not like he hasn't seen so much money before, but it depends on who takes it out.

He knew the situation of Yang Jun's family very well. He might have had twenty or thirty yuan left, but if he had had fifty, he would have paid it back long ago and would not have waited until now.

Suddenly, his eyes became serious, even with a hint of disappointment.

"Xiaoshan, are you selling things again?!"

"Seventh Uncle, you will understand after reading this letter and the newspaper." Yang Jun naturally knew that he would be confused about where the money came from, and it was normal for him to have wrong thoughts.

"Huh?" Fan Xinhe then noticed that there was an envelope under the fifty yuan.

He glanced at Yang Jun and seeing that he didn't look guilty at all, he immediately became curious about what was inside.

What makes Xiaoshan so calm?
After slowly opening it, he gradually became dazed.

Fan Xinhe's cultural level is only at the level of a private school, but he has also studied with a teacher for a few years. In addition, he has to deal with village affairs and attend meetings from time to time. Therefore, he can read letters, but he can barely read newspapers, especially when he reads a long story.

Despite this, he also confirmed the source of Yang Jun's income through what was said in the letter.

His hands trembled as he gripped the newspaper.

"Xiaoshan, is this article or story really written by you?"

At this moment, he couldn't believe it.

Suddenly, he remembered the confident look Yang Jun had when he came to see him last time.

That day he said he wanted to submit an article, but Fan Xinhe didn't take it seriously. However, facts proved that Xiaoshan's literary style was beyond his comprehension. He was a child with great culture!

"Xiaoshan, if your father Sanxi were still alive, he would definitely tell everyone that you are promising. You are really a great guy and a descendant of our Fan Family Village."

He couldn't help but pat Yang Jun's shoulder heavily.

If it were the old him, he would have grimaced at this moment, but now he feels nothing.

Fan Xinhe realized later that he had used too much strength. He quickly looked at Yang Jun, only to find that he looked relaxed.

"Wow, you've grown a lot. You can even do some heavy lifting now. Not bad, not bad."

Seeing this, Uncle Fan felt even more relieved.

"Okay, since you can get 200 yuan for any manuscript fee, Uncle Qi won't be polite to you."

"If you have any problems in the future, come to me and I can protect you."

"I understand, Uncle Seven."

The two families had close ties and visited each other frequently, so he didn't have to be polite.

"Wait, why don't you keep this newspaper? I'll show everyone your articles, a great writer like you. Maybe some of my kids can pick up some of your talent."

Uncle Qi held the newspaper tightly and was reluctant to let go.

The village finally had a talented Wenquxing, and he wanted to let everyone see him and enhance the reputation of his village.

They are all ordinary people from the countryside. The most important thing in life is to save face. It would be best to spread the news to several nearby villages and let them stare in amazement.

Thinking of those old rivals, if they knew about this, they would probably be so jealous that their teeth would itch.

The more Fan Xinhe thought about it, the more excited he became.

Yang Jun felt a little helpless. He was thinking of taking it home to show his mother.

But seeing Uncle Seven like this, he stayed.

That is to say, the newspapers from the provincial capital arrive in the county town with some lag, and it takes some time to print, otherwise you wouldn't be able to rush to read a newspaper.

"Uncle Qi, please keep it. I'll find another one in a couple of days."

"Okay, you don't have to collect firewood today. I'll have everyone come to the threshing ground tonight to listen to you share your experience, okay?"

What sharing of experience? It's clearly a face-making meeting.

After thinking about it, he decided to refuse such a high-profile thing.

"No, Uncle Qi, I don't have much experience to share. Don't waste everyone's time." Seeing that Fan Xinhe was still trying to persuade him, he quickly ran away.

"Uncle Qi, don't see me off. Please go back."

Seeing that he was running so fast, Fan Xinhe didn't ask to keep him.

"Hey! This kid! He's really capable."

He did not go back to the house, but happily went to the threshing ground with the newspaper.

At the same time, Cheng family.

When Fan Ping saw the new shoes her daughter took out, her brows immediately frowned.

"Girl, where did you get these shoes?"

Cheng Xiaoyu's face still had some redness left, and she smiled and said, "Mom, I didn't take it, Brother Xiaoshan gave it to me."

"Xiaoshan? Why did he give you a pair of shoes?"

"I remember his family wasn't doing well either. Did Xiaoshan steal money from home to buy you shoes?"

Fan's mother said so.

She also thought this was the most likely possibility.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel that this kid is a little inconsiderate of his elders. Sister Li Xiaohua must be so tired, and the money she saved was stolen by this kid.

Even though she stole the money to buy shoes for her daughter, it didn't make her happy.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Xiaoyu said confidently, "No, it's not. Brother Xiaoshan bought it for me with his royalties. He also said..."

Suddenly, the little girl stopped talking and couldn't continue because she was shy.

Fan Ping didn't notice these things, but was surprised by the royalties she mentioned.

"What kind of royalties?"

Cheng Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her mother didn't notice her expression just now.

So he immediately explained it to her.

But after listening to it, although Fan Ping was surprised by Yang Jun's talent, she still said: "You can't keep these shoes. You should return them to Aunt Li later."

Xiao Yuer immediately grabbed his shoes. He had said that he wanted to...

At this point, this pair of shoes is no longer an ordinary thing, but a representation of his promise to himself, or like a token in a storybook.

"Mom, I don't want to return it. I want to keep these shoes!" She said this heavily.

……

When Yang Jun returned home.

He almost repeated the process with Uncle Fan.

But the people at home were even more unbelievable than Lao Fan.

Even after receiving the more than 100 yuan, Li Xiaohua was still in a dream.

"So much money!"

"Xiaoshan, are you telling the truth?" The eldest sister was unexpectedly calm and asked him carefully, fearing that he would do something bad.

Fortunately, the letter is still there.

"Sister, let me read the letter to you."

When his family became as happy and cheerful as his seventh uncle's, Yang Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not easy to make a small fortune these days. First of all, the money has to come from a legitimate source, otherwise people around you will definitely question it."

Fortunately, I had foresight. If I use the royalties to cover up his extravagant spending, I can barely hide his extravagant spending.

Of course, bicycles and watches cannot be taken out, and two hundred yuan cannot buy these two mechanical creations.

"I have to do Xiaoyuer's work someday, otherwise it would be tiring not being able to ride my bike to school."

After having some ideas, he went out with the basket on his back. Cheng Xiaoyu must have been waiting for a long time.

When I went over there, I saw her waiting blankly, as if she was distracted.

"Brother Xiaoshan..."

"Let's go into the mountains."

　Thanks to my book friend Xiaoma Pulling the Cart for the reward. Please collect my new book.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)