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The next day.

The morning sun emits a soft glow that shines on every piece of land.

The early sparrows chirped and jumped on the cherry trees as if they were celebrating the arrival of a new day.

The little yellow geese in the goose shed gathered together in the morning light, clucking, as if they were greeting each other early in the morning.

Fang Chang's mother came in from next door, carrying a swill bucket.

Fang's mother saw that her son's room was still curtained and knew that he had not gotten up yet.

Fang's mother first carried the swill bucket to the goose shed and poured some corn bran into the goose troughs made of used tires.

The little yellow geese happily rushed to the goose trough, calling "goose, goose", and ate while calling, as if to say that this food was really delicious.

After feeding the goose, Fang's mother came to the window with the swill bucket and patted the window frame:

"It's already so late, why don't you get up? Hurry up and eat."

"Ok?"

Fang Chang, who was sleeping, was startled by his mother's sudden knock on the window.

Fang Chang opened his eyes dazedly and shouted subconsciously:

"Ark, you so early in the morning? Huh??"

"Is there anyone in your room, little bastard?"

Fang Zhou? His son has friends in his room? Fang's mother subconsciously thought that Fang Chang had friends over last night.

Fang's mother looked puzzled and thought in her mind, this brat doesn't have a friend named Fang! Could it be a new friend?

"Mom! There's no one here. I was just dreaming. In my dream there was a brat named Fang Zhou."

Fang Chang made up a random remark, then stood up, opened the window curtain, folded the quilt, and went downstairs in his slippers.

Fang's mother glanced at Fang Chang through the window. She always felt that something was different about her son, but she couldn't tell exactly what was different.

"Hurry up! The food will get cold soon."

Fang's mother shook her head, said something, and left with the swill bucket.

"I know!"

Fang Chang agreed.

After a while, Fang Chang adjusted his expression and shouted excitedly:

“Hahaha that’s great, that’s great hahahahaha”

Fang Chang thanked him and ran to the next yard.

"Dad, Mom, Grandpa, I, the signing fee for my novel has arrived, hahahahaha"

There was no other way. In order to deal with his parents' questioning about the source of funds, Fang Chang could only resort to this last resort.

"What the hell? What did my grandson say about signing a contract?"

Fang Chang's grandfather was already over 70 years old and had poor hearing, so he didn't hear clearly what Fang Chang was yelling.

"It seems to be the novel signing fee."

Fang's mother said as she peeled salted duck eggs for Fang Chang's grandfather.

"Oh? My eldest grandson got a contract fee for writing a novel? Well, I think my eldest grandson can do it."

Fang Chang's grandfather put down the bowl of porridge and nodded.

"Dad, please don't praise him. If you praise him, he will easily get cocky."

Mother Fang put the peeled salt duck eggs into Grandpa Fang Chang's porridge bowl and said.

"The tail is up in the sky? I wish my eldest grandson could go up to the sky!"

Fang Chang's grandfather said with a smile.

"Dad, just spoil him!"

Fang Chang's grandfather glared:

"Of course I spoil my eldest grandson."

"Grandpa, Dad, Mom, I, I, the signing fee for the novel I wrote has arrived."

Fang Chang pushed aside the sand net on the door and said while breathing heavily.

"How much is the signing fee?"

Fang's mother asked nonchalantly.

"You are already a grown-up, why can't you be so calm? Hurry up and wash your face and eat."

Fang Chang's father Fang De glared at Fang Chang and said.

"Grandpa, Dad, Mom, you don't know, a short story I wrote was picked up by a media company, and they bought the copyright for the short video. Guess how much the signing fee was!"

Fang Chang said with excitement on his face.

Upon hearing this, Fang Chang's grandfather put down his bowl and chopsticks again with a loving look on his face:

"Come on, grandson, tell grandpa how much the signing fee is?"

Fang Chang ran over and sat down on the edge of the kang. He took out his cell phone, read the text message, and picked up the reading glasses on the windowsill and handed them to Grandpa (the window between the bedroom and the kitchen is called differently in different places):

"Grandpa, look."

Fang Chang's grandfather took the reading glasses handed to him by his eldest grandson with a loving smile and put them on, then looked at Fang Chang's mobile phone.

“您尾号1008卡5月28日21：53分收入1,000,000元，一，一百万？大孙子你写的小说真的给一百万签约费？”

Fang Chang's grandfather was stunned while reading, then turned to look at Fang Chang and asked.

Fang Chang nodded with a look of joy on his face:

"Ah, I signed the contract a few days ago. I fell asleep last night. When I woke up and checked my phone just now, Fanqie transferred the one million yuan signing fee to me."

"My eldest grandson is good. When you said you could write a novel, I thought you could do it. Look, you've signed the contract! And I gave you a million yuan as a signing fee.

Fang De, look, my eldest grandson has signed a contract to write a novel, and he was given a signing fee of one million!"

Fang Chang's grandfather handed the phone to Fang Chang's father.

Fang Chang's father took the phone and looked down, then his eyes widened.

Fang Chang's mother leaned over to watch.

"Ah! Son, this, this is true? The novel you wrote was really signed, and you were given a signing fee of one million?"

Fang's mother looked at Fang Chang with a look of shock and asked.

Fang Chang nodded:

"Well, you have seen all the information!"

Mother Fang nodded and spoke subconsciously:

"Son, I'm leaving you with so much money."

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Fang Chang's father raised his hand and patted Fang Chang's mother's arm:

"How old is your child? Can you understand what's going on with your son? Online novels are about the Internet. If you don't understand short videos day after day, don't get involved in your son's online affairs."

Fang Chang's father handed the phone to Fang Chang while speaking:

"Since you've signed the contract, just write well. I don't know anything about online novels, and I can't give you any advice. Just make your own decision."

“I’m not thinking.”

Fang's mother was about to say something when Fang De interrupted her:

"What are you thinking about? How can you figure out what's going on with the Internet? Have you forgotten the big joke you made when you took the skit as a real thing?

My son told you many times that it was a skit, a kind of TV drama, but you didn’t listen and took it seriously.”

"Okay, let's eat. Son, you're already an adult. We don't know anything about the Internet. You can make your own decision."

Fang De picked up the bowl of porridge and said.

"son"

"No, I can't say anything to you. I'm telling you, if you dare to tell anyone about my son's one million signing fee, I'll sew your mouth shut."

Fang De put down his bowl and glared at Fang's mother.

"Okay, okay, let's eat. I'm just wondering if my son is wasting his time writing novels! I just want to ask him what he wants to eat for lunch."

"Yes, grandson, what do you want to eat for lunch? Ask your mother to make it for you."

Fang Chang's grandfather took over the conversation.

"Mom, you can give me some cornmeal pancakes for lunch today. When I come back, I'll dig some purslane from the river and fry some purslane sauce for me."

"Okay, Mom will make you a big pancake at noon."

Fang's mother gave Fang Changsheng a bowl of porridge and nodded with a smile.