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Wushuang waited eagerly for a reply from the newspaper every day, but Li Wuyou took Ming Xin to pickle pickles, not because his family liked to eat pickles, but because they couldn't afford fresh vegetables.

There is another baby in the family, not to mention other things, just a lot of money for milk powder every month, and other baby products also cost money.

Mingxin's and Mingyang's tuition fees have to be saved, and Mingxia is going to enroll soon, so the tuition fees have to be saved up, and the most important thing is that Li Wuyou wants his sister, Wushuang, to return to school.

All aspects require money, and the salary is not enough, so Li Wuyou can only save from his mouth, eat less a la carte, and no fruit.

Wushuang is also helpless, if he has no money in his hands, he has no confidence to let Li Wuyou stop treating him so harshly, so he can only roll up his sleeves to help with work.

Her body is recovering well, she can't do heavy physical work for the time being, but she can still do some light work, and by the way, take care of the little baby Mingyue who cries on the bed from time to time.

In one day, the whole family mobilized and pickled more than a dozen jars of pickles. Wu Shuang looked at it with a click of his tongue. He planned to eat pickles for several years!
Li Wuyou wiped the sweat off his brow, looked at the pickled vegetables jar in the corner, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, we won't have to worry about vegetables for a long time from now on."

Ming Yang stood on the side, pouted and said, "What kind of food is this? It's all pickles, and if you put so much salt, it will kill you."

Mingxia followed her second brother to protest: "If you don't eat pickles, they won't taste good."

Li Wuyou wasn't used to the children at all, and each of them gave a brainstorm: "What's wrong with the pickles? When your mother and I were young, it was good to be able to eat pickles, but we can only eat miso with rice."

Wushuang didn't want to eat pickles either, but she didn't say it out loud, it's not good for an adult to be picky.

At this moment, a man's clear voice came from outside the door: "Li Wushuang, I have your letter, come to the door and get it."

When the letter came, Wushuang's first reaction was the newspaper's reply. Whether it was rejected or passed, it was good news.

Wushuang replied: "Here we come." The man hurried out the door and took his letter from the postman who was tall and leggy.

Feeling the thickness of the inside, Wushuang guessed that it was not a rejected manuscript, which was thinner than the rejected manuscript. Looking at the thickness, Wushuang felt that it should be her manuscript fee.

Wushuang felt a burst of excitement, and ran back quickly, dragging Li Wuyou into the house.

A few days ago, Wushuang spent sleepless nights writing novels, and his family saw it. Now that Wushuang had sent a letter, Li Wuyou and Mingxin were looking forward to it.

So Mingxin also followed into the house, Mingyang and Mingxia saw Wushuang entered the house, and followed in ignorantly, of course, the two youngsters were purely in the mentality of joining in the fun.

Li Wuyou looked at the envelope in Wu's hands expectantly: "Is it a reply letter from the newspaper?"

Wushuang smiled and nodded, "It's the newspaper's reply."

"Then quickly take it apart and see if the story you sent has been accepted."

Wushuang was also looking forward to it, and carefully tore open the envelope to avoid tearing the contents inside. After tearing it, it fell down, and ten blue hundred-yuan bills fell into his hands.

Along with the money, there was also a receipt for the newspaper office's remuneration, and a letter was attached.

Wu Shuang conveniently put the 1000 yuan manuscript fee into the hands of her sister Li Wuyou who stared straight in shock, while she started to read the letter.

The letter was written by a newspaper editor named Qiao Mu. It mainly praised Wushuang for its well-written stories, respect for history, high readability, and encouraged Wushuang to make persistent efforts and continue to contribute.

The editor wrote a good handwriting, full of praises for Wushuang, but there is only one central idea, let Wushuang continue to contribute.

The other party also expressed regret for Wushuang's manuscript remuneration in the letter, and only gave the lowest level of ten thousand characters.

Because Wushuang is a newcomer and the novel is written with too many words, it is difficult to get the high price of 30 yuan per thousand words.

However, Wushuang is quite satisfied even at the lowest price of one thousand characters and ten yuan. Earning 1000 yuan in ten days is enough for her to change the status quo.

Wushuang folded the letter in his hand, put it in the envelope, and put it away carefully, then looked at the group of people who were guarding the ten hundred-yuan bills carefully, not daring to move.

From time to time, Li Wuyou reached out to touch the ten banknotes placed in front of him, his face was full of joy.

Ming Yang and Ming Xia happily took Li Wuyou's hand and kept asking: "Auntie has earned so much money, can we eat meat, cakes, biscuits, and candy?"

Even Ming Xin, who was the most stable and looked like a little adult, couldn't help showing a look of joy on his face. He was the oldest and knew the most things, and he also knew the importance of money the most.

At the beginning, his mother almost died because of the money, but now that he has so much money, no matter what happens, he doesn't have to worry about dying from an incurable disease.

Wushuang came over and touched the heads of Mingyang and Mingxin, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, there is no need to limit what you want to eat in the future, Auntie promises that you can eat whatever you want.

Later, my aunt will take you to the mall, buy whatever you like to eat, and buy two new clothes for each of you. By the way, I have to buy a few bottles of good milk powder for Mingyue. "

Mingyang and Mingxia jumped happily together: "Wow, I want to eat something delicious! Thank you, auntie, I want to eat meat and ribs!"

"Auntie, I want to wear a beautiful little skirt and beautiful sandals. I also want to eat candy, biscuits, beef tongue cakes, twisted flowers, and..."

Mingxia, a snack foodie, counted all the delicious food that she wanted to eat but could not, her face was full of joy.

Wushuang said that the two children nodded at everything: "Buy, buy, buy, whatever you want to eat and wear, I will buy it for you."

After coaxing the two little ones to be happy, Wushuang looked at Li Wuyou and said, "Sister, time waits for no one. It just so happens that you are resting today, so let's go to the mall."

Li Wuyou thought about it, took out the 900 yuan, folded it and hid it in his clothes, and only gave Wushuang 100 yuan.

"You are too conniving with a few little ones, you can't let you keep all the money, and you are only allowed to spend 100 yuan when you go to the mall today."

100 yuan is a huge sum of money, the two little ones have no objections at all, Wushuang pulls Li Wuyou, Li Wuyou hugs Mingyue who is spitting milk, and a group of people happily go out.

As soon as Wushuang went out, he directly took two tricycles. Li Wuyou said with a bit of pain: "If you have some money, you can spend it. It's not a few steps, just walk over. Why use a three-wheeler?"

Wushuang smiled and hugged Li Wuyou's arm coquettishly: "Oh sister, you just treat me as if I can't walk, and feel sorry for me."

Li Wuyou pointed at Wushuang's forehead: "Nonsense, you pretend that I don't know that you go out to run five kilometers every morning, and you will be afraid of going to the mall."

Wushuang shook Li Wuyou's arm: "Then we've already been beaten, so we might as well just sit and treat it as a rare luxury for us."