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Chapter 4 Years
Han Qiao ran to the dumpling shop, and the four tables in the shop were already full.

When the uncle saw Han Qiao, he smiled cheerfully and said, "Your boy came just in time. Come, bring this bowl of dumplings over here."

Han Qiao took the dumplings, and the uncle pointed to the guests sitting in the innermost seat with their children.

Han Qiao walked over, put down the dumplings, smiled enthusiastically, and said enthusiastically, "The dumplings are here. Please take your time."

After delivering the dumplings, the aunt called Han Qiao to come over and make dumplings. The dumplings made in the morning were sold out.

Han Qiaoli went immediately, washed his hands, and made dumplings.

"Auntie, the train at the train station will arrive in half an hour, and there may be a little more people." Han Qiao had already checked before going out.

"Okay, Xiao Han, thank you for your hard work. Let's make more dumplings." Seeing Han Qiao's black face covered with white flour, the aunt was a little happy, and said beamingly, "We will close early today. I haven't had a serious meal, so I specifically asked to make you something delicious tonight."

"That's right, thank you for your love, sir." When others expressed their kindness, they had to climb up the pole, otherwise they would be ignorant.

The busy time always passes quickly, and it will be night in a flash.

After cleaning up the countertops and wiping the table, the uncle who went out to buy vegetables also came back.

Han Qiao went up to pick up the vegetables, beef, chicken, a large basket of vegetables, and his heart was warm. Besides, there are still many good people in the world. In just five days, the warmth between people is better than the indifferent society in the previous life. Too much.

When the firecrackers sound, the year ends.

The uncle not only bought vegetables, but also bought firecrackers.

At eight o'clock in the evening, it was already pitch black outside, Jinhua in winter was bone-chillingly cold, the vegetation was withered, and bare tree branches stood in the darkness in the dark.

The bright orange lights of the dumpling shop make people feel warm.

In addition to dumplings, the uncle also has good cooking skills, stir-fried fragrant beef, stir-fried shredded pork with green peppers, all of which are delicious in color and fragrance.

On the stove, the pork rib soup in the earthen pot was steaming, and the aroma was dense.

"Xiao Han, come here quickly, you can order some firecrackers." Aunt greeted Han Qiao in front of the store.

Besides, the aunt is cheerful every day, the children in the family are promising, and the wife is also good-tempered and has good cooking skills.

Han Qiao wiped his apron with his hands and shouted, "Come on."

Seeing that the aunt was standing within a safe range, Han Qiao lit the firecrackers with a lighter, and the firecracker letters whizzed.

Han Qiao quickly threw it out and covered his ears.

"Crackling."

In the night sky, the sound of festive firecrackers shattered the night of the sixth day of the Lunar New Year.

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Inside the dumpling shop.

Under the dim lights, there is a lively atmosphere.

The two tables were joined together, and all kinds of dishes were placed on them.

The uncle and the aunt sat together, and Han Qiao sat on the other side.

Children are not allowed to drink, so Han Qiao used tea instead of wine, poured a full glass, stood up, bowed deeply to the uncle and aunt, and said in a tearful voice, "Thank you for the hospitality, how can I, what can I do? What a blessing to meet such a kind-hearted person as Er Lao.”

These words are sincere, the heavens are pitiful, wandering outside, have never suffered any hardships, never cry, but the kindness they encounter, even if it is a little, still fills their eyes with tears, these two old people not only gave themselves a mouthful of food, but also I put myself in my heart.

"Xiao Han, what are you doing, get up quickly." The aunt stood up from the chair and supported Han Qiao, tears also flowed: "Xiao Han, you are a good boy. I got a call, it's Chinese New Year, you're all wandering outside, and you don't have a hot meal."

Aunt is undoubtedly a kind-hearted person, and she compares her heart with her heart.

Han Qiao looked at the gray hair of the old man in front of him, and comforted him: "Don't worry, aunt, my brother is abroad, and his sister-in-law is taking care of him. Everything is fine. You are always in China, so you should be fine. Look, it's good that the uncle has done so much today." Dish, your old tears are anxious to try something new."

After graduating from Tsinghua University, the child of the aunt's family went abroad, married a wife and had children. The proud parents of the child always talked about it, and Han Qiao naturally knew it.

"Pfft." The aunt couldn't hold back, she laughed out loud, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and patted Han Qiao's hands: "Good boy, you can make my aunt happy, sit down and have a taste, your uncle was a state-owned company a few years ago. restaurant chef."

Han Qiao tasted the stir-fried beef. The beef was fragrant and tender, and the spicy taste exploded in his taste. He couldn't help giving a thumbs up: "It's delicious, delicious, and the uncle hides it."

The uncle was kind-hearted, took a sip of rice wine, and greeted: "Eat more if it tastes good, today is considered a good old age."

"That's right, Xiao Han, your parents are not here, so don't be restrained here," the aunt agreed.

Naturally, Han Qiao would not refuse, he just climbed along the pole.

The host and guest had a good meal, and Han Qiao teased the aunt with some witty words from later generations, and talked nonsense with the uncle about geopolitics, Russia's economic development, and felt like seeing each other late.

After three rounds of meals, five flavors of dishes.

The old man only had a little wine left, so he took a sip, looked at Han Qiao and asked, "Boy Han, what are your plans for the future?"

Later, Han Qiao also drank a little wine, his head was dizzy, and he hiccupped: "Master, to be honest, I don't have any plans for the future, I just want to go to Hengdian to act."

The uncle sighed: "I've heard of Hengdian too, but it's not easy to mess around there."

"What nonsense." The aunt gave the uncle a blank look and complained.

Looking at Han Qiao, he boasted again: "Xiao Han is quick-witted, handsome, and young. If he hangs around in Hengdian, he will definitely have a chance to make his mark."

In fact, after chatting with him, Han Qiao has no academic qualifications and no skills, so he went to Hengdian to hang out. In this year, it is not a bad thing. The farmland around Jinhua is not busy, and there are many people going to play in the autumn wind.

Han Qiao was embarrassed by the praise, and smiled honestly: "Don't praise me, aunt, my head is dizzy, but next I plan to write novels for magazines, and there will be a way out if I make money."

"Novel." The aunt's eyes lit up, and she asked, "My boy, you still have this skill, what kind of novel?"

The children in the family went abroad after studying at Tsinghua University, so the parents would naturally not be illiterate, otherwise they would not have the conditions to support the children.

Under the dim light, Han Qiao gave a general introduction to the later generations of "Kunlun" novels.

The aunt was confused when she heard it, but the uncle was in high spirits, patting his thighs repeatedly: "Your novel is really good, and it has the aftertaste of Jin Yong."

Jin Guliang's martial arts novels are popular in the mainland, and everyone knows it.

"You have this skill, so the uncle can rest assured." The uncle took out the dry tobacco, lit it and took a puff, exhaled the smoke ring comfortably, and said with a smile: "If you need our help, just ask."

After two days of getting along, Han Qiao was serious in his work, willing to endure hardships, and flexible in thinking. The uncle thought about it and felt that Xiao Han was not a good thing in the pool.

When Han Qiao heard this, he was not polite, and said with embarrassment: "To tell you the truth, I really encountered a problem."

"Xiao Han, come and listen to me, see if you can help me." The aunt coughed from the smoke, and couldn't help but patted the uncle and gave him a supercilious look.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. It's really a desire to kill a thief, but there is no way to recover."

Feeling embarrassed, Han Qiao said, "Well, I just... lack some paper and pen."

"Hahaha."

The uncle and the aunt laughed happily, tears were coming out of their eyes. They thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be paper and pen.

"Don't worry, you are a great writer, we will definitely support you in place." Under the threatening eyes of the aunt, the uncle solemnly promised with a straight face.

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"crash"

After pulling down the door, Han Qiao sat on the stool and spread out the paper and pen.

After dinner, Auntie left Han Qiao to stay at the dumpling shop.

The dumpling shop itself didn't have any valuables, and Han Qiao was not a man of evil intentions. In this day and age, writers who write books are still quite respected.

Although Han Qiao has not yet started, the aunt has confidence in him.

Han Qiao closed his eyes, and carefully recalled the "Sprout" magazine in his memory. He bought a lot of this magazine in his previous life, and he remembered many articles in it.

After choosing it, Han Qiao wrote "Flying Sand" on the white paper, which is the name of the novel, and continued to write:
"I met Fei in the election for the chairman of the student union in the first year of high school. At that time, the man who looked like a patriotic youth on the stage had been giving a speech for almost an hour. He was honorably promoted from the kindergarten to the group leader. When it comes to winning the city-level three-good, I vowed to say..."

The original author of this novel is Zhang Mengshi, who is very talented. Han Qiao forgets which year it was published, but the content has always left a deep impression on him.

Time passed in the writing of "Rustle".

After writing the last word, Han Qiao looked at the time, good guy, it's been through again, it's already four o'clock in the middle of the night.

Before I knew it, I wrote for six hours.

When I came back to my senses, I felt unwell all over my body, and my hands were so sore. It was too difficult. Han Qiao hadn't touched a pen for more than 20 years in this life and his previous life.

Put the manuscript in an envelope, and Han Qiao is going to send it tomorrow.

In this way, after one month, the manuscript fee will be mailed over.

In 1999, Germinal’s manuscript fee was not much, and Xiaobai only paid a few yuan for a thousand words, and Han Qiao’s article was about 1 words, which was just over 60 yuan.

Tickets are enough!

(End of this chapter)