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Chapter 69 The Telegraphic Transfer Order Has Arrived

Qiu Huoming touched the back of his head and was very satisfied with his new hairstyle.

His hair had always been cut by Chen Suniang herself before, so there was no hairstyle at all. This was his first time in this barber shop.

"Someone like her should be eligible for the policy of returning to the city," said Qiu Huoming.

"We need a place to receive her. My aunt is gone and my cousin's mother and uncle won't let her go back. They have a bad relationship and it will probably get worse in the future." Li Ming lowered his voice and said in Qiu Huoming's ear.

"Also, my aunt married a local. If she goes back, what will happen to my family..."

Qiu Huoming was speechless for a moment.

Sometimes fate is like this. If you don’t grab the opportunity, it will slip away.

After getting their hair cut, the three of them squatted at the door of the convenience store drinking soda.

At this moment, the relationship that was originally somewhat distant due to the passage of time already feels like a return to the past.

"Huozi, did you really publish a novel?" Ding Yu still found it a little unbelievable.

"That's right. Later I want to publish a serialized novel so that I can have a long-term income and gain some fame. Should I have a pen name?" Qiu Huoming asked, suddenly having an idea.

"That's right, all great writers have pen names!" said Li Ming.

Ding Yu said bitterly, "Every time I take an exam, I have to ask, what is Lao She's original name? What is Lu Xun's original name? I'm afraid I'll have to ask Qiu Huoming's pen name in the future."

"Hahaha, you think too much. I'm far from being a literary giant. Otherwise, I'll just give my pen name 'Spark', meaning a spark can start a prairie fire..." Qiu Huoming said.

Li Ming nodded, "I think it's okay, it's easy to remember, and Fatty can get an extra point if he passes the exam in the future."

Ding Yu: …

"That's settled then. I plan to write a martial arts novel..." Qiu Huoming said.

Martial arts novels of later generations have begun to decline, and what followed were fairy tales and fantasy novels. However, in today's society, if you skip martial arts and go directly to fantasy, there is no market for it.

Those routines that have been written to death in later generations are just right for use in this era.

Qiu Huoming doesn't intend to be a plagiarist, he wants to save face.

After all, with so many routines, he could just pick any one to make the readers of this era excited.

For example: Don't bully the young because he is poor, the three-year agreement, the humiliation of breaking off an engagement, all of these are unfolded in the world of martial arts.

Write about the process of a boy gradually becoming strong from being weak...

"Then I wish you immediate success." Li Ming raised the soda bottle and knocked the bottle in Qiu Huoming's hand.

Ding Yu was not willing to be outdone and also joined in with the bottle in his hand.

Qiu Huoming smiled and said, "When the time comes, I will write all three of us into the story, and we will all become heroes who fight against violence and protect the good."

"Then I have to be portrayed as handsome and elegant, just like Yang Kang." Ding Yu immediately agreed.

"No problem, I'll find you a gentle wife..."

After finishing the soda, the world described by the boy was imprinted in each other's minds and became each other's most imaginative dreams when they were young.

On the way home, Qiu Huoming had been thinking about the framework of this martial arts world. By the time he got home, he had almost finished thinking about it. He still had to write the outline, as this was the editor's requirement. After all, it was a serial, and the editor also wanted to check it.

I opened the screen door and dodged a few mosquitoes that were trying to fly in, and then I heard my eldest sister's surprised voice, "Brother is back."

Qiu Jianshe came out from the inner room in a hurry, holding a slip in his hand. "This is the wire transfer slip from the post office. They haven't closed yet. Take your household registration book and get the money back."

Qiu Huoming was overjoyed. He took the list and took a look at it. The name was indeed his. The remittance amount was in capital letters, one hundred and twenty-seven yuan and six cents.

Postmark of the capital.

Chen Suniang was sitting in the living room sewing her cuffs. She stopped her needlework and said, "Lao Qiu, you should go with Huo Ming. I'm worried about spending so much money."

"Okay, let's go together, Huo Ming. This money is earned by you and it belongs to you." Qiu Jianshe had a happy look on his face. He turned around and put on a coat. He took the household registration book from the cupboard, but was still worried, so he took out the bag he carried every day.

The younger sister said, "Brother, I'll go too."

The eldest sister also suggested: "I want to go too. I haven't seen how to withdraw money yet."

Chen Suniang simply put down the work in her hands and said, "Then the whole family should go. This is a happy event!"

Qiu Huoming:...

Just like that, the whole family went out in a grand manner.

It was Sunday and the weather was good. I met several groups of people in the compound. If I knew someone, I would ask directly, "Are you and your family going to visit relatives?"

"Huo Ming's book has been published, let's go collect the royalties!" Chen Suniang replied proudly.

"Oh, Huo Ming has made a fortune. How much money does that have?"

"Not much, just a few dozen dollars." Chen Suniang is well aware of the central idea of ​​not showing off one's wealth.

"Hiss! So many!" Several neighbors looked at Qiu Huoming in surprise with a calm expression.

"The child earned it himself. The post office is about to close. I don't want to talk anymore..."

"We have to hurry..."

The eldest sister whispered in Qiu Huoming's ear: "Our mother has boasted that in less than a day, the whole compound will know that you are a writer."

Being able to make his parents so proud during his lifetime is also an achievement for a son. Since she wants to show off, then let her show off.

Qiu Huoming didn't care, except that his ears were a little red.

I don’t know if it was because of the nagging or the burning gazes around me that made my face red.

It's a pity that he is too young. If he were in his 20s, I'm afraid there would be many suitors coming to his house.

When they arrived at the post office, the large family walked in, attracting another wave of attention.

He filled in the relevant information on the remittance form, and after verification, the counter staff quickly handed the money to him.

Qiu Huoming thought about it and handed the money to Chen Suniang, "Mom, please keep this money for me."

He has no place to spend the money now, so he might as well give it to his mother so that she can feel involved.

Chen Suniang took the money and nodded, "Then I'll keep it for you to use when you marry a wife."

Qiu Huoming glanced at her and thought that this was unnecessary.

"Summer is coming, let's buy a few electric fans," he suggested.

"Uncle Chen has one at home. It can shake its head and it's very cool." The younger sister said enviously.

Chen Suniang nodded and said, "Then I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative and have a look."

"It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Even a palm-leaf fan is cool." Qiu Jianshe poured a basin of cold water at the right time.

Qiu Huoming ignored him and said, "Mom, let's check the washing machine. I see you have to go to the river to wash the sheets. It's too dangerous."

"The sheets are too big to be washed at home. This kid, the washing machine is so expensive. Mom is not that expensive."

"It's better to buy a washing machine. I think it's dangerous to go to the river. We can make up for the missing parts." Qiu Jianshe no longer disagreed.

"It's still early. How about we go to the Supply and Marketing Building and take a look? I'll ask Fatty for tickets later."

Qiu Huoming was the first to walk out of the post office, not giving Chen Suniang a chance to refuse, and walked straight towards the Supply and Marketing Building.

Asking for a monthly ticket～～～～

Warm reminder: Half of the holiday period has passed...