It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s] - Chapter 96

    The serialization of a set of stories in the Rongcheng pictorial was completed. Jiang Shuangling received a total of two hundred and sixty-six yuan and star anise. In this era, it is already a good amount. annual salary.

    The contact between her and the editor He Jin is also very comfortable. After the serialization was completed, a collection booklet was sent there.

    The editorial department also prepared commemorative gifts for the two authors. In order to express her gratitude, Jiang Shuangling sent several sets of protagonist emoticons and drew seven or eight pages of exaggerated story character strips with great interest. manga.

    These were all drawn by her. She thought it was interesting and gave them to Xue Li and the editorial department.

    Later, she received a message that a separate volume would be added to the April pictorial. story.

    When Jiang Shuangling first received the letter, she felt that the editor-in-chief Cheng was too thoughtful. How could she even come up with a separate volume in this era?

    “No other series has ever produced a collection.”

    “What kind of brochure?”

    “Will no one buy it?”

    Jiang Shuangling shook her head, “Not necessarily, maybe some people like to collect.”

      Version without booklet.

    “Editor-in-chief Cheng, you are taking too big steps this time. What if these prints cannot be sold?”

    He Jin said: “This is also what many readers have requested.”

    The editorial department has recently received many letters from readers, all wanting to collect a set of comic strips, because Jiang Shuangling’s painting style at this time is also a kind of unique, different from other people’s works style , it happens that many people like it, plus some materials recently sent by the original artist…

    Cheng editor-in-chief initiated an attempt to attach a separate volume.

    Lao Liu of the editorial department is very opposed to such an experiment, “The works of other masters have not been published in a collection, just these two little authors who do not know the scriptures, what other volumes should I get for them?”

      something seen.

    Lao Liu thinks this idea is completely unrealistic.

    “Always try it. Although the two girls’ paintings look rough, they are unexpectedly popular among readers. These letters from all over the world cannot be faked.”

    “It’s only a small number of attempts, and if it messes up, I’ll come to the bottom.”

    Lao Liu: “I also cut the number of other volumes by one-third for your own good, so that you won’t be able to close in the future.”

    Editor Cheng looked at He Jin: “Xiao He, what do you think?”

    He Jin is the editor in charge of contacting the two authors. He hesitated for a while, and then firmly said: “Editor-in-chief, keep it as it is.”

    I don’t know why, but He Jin believes that these albums can be sold.

    Even himself, he plans to buy a few copies and collect them when the finished product comes out.

    Cheng Editor-in-Chief: “Then keep it still.”

    Lao Liu angrily said: “You will regret it.”

    He Jin looked at the back of him leaving, and sighed, he turned to look at Editor-in-Chief Cheng: “Shouldn’t it be sold out?”

    “You read the most letters from readers, or you can organize these letters to enhance your self-confidence.”

    “I’m afraid that readers are just talking about it, and they really don’t want to buy it.”

    After all, as Lao Liu said, the two authors are not big celebrities, they are not as famous as famous masters, and their works are not necessarily people willing to pay for collection.

    There is a lot of rain during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

    It’s the Qingming time again. When I woke up early in the morning, the morning light was faint, the mountains were hazy, and there was a light rain on the horizon. Jiang Shuangling got up early this day, she supported a gift from a nearby fellow Oil-paper umbrella, standing in the yard watching the misty mountains in the drizzle.

    After the rain, the chickens and ducks huddled in the corner to take shelter from the rain, the rabbit lay lazily in the grass nest in the corner, and the pooled water droplets fell along the tiles.

    The morning rain stopped shortly after, Jiang Shuangling put away the elegant oil-paper umbrella and leaned it against the door.

    Today, there is a Qingming Festival in the family home. Jiang Shuangling went to the martyrs garden to lay flowers. She also picked wild vegetables on the mountain with Mrs. Song and several other military sisters. Small flowers, called Qingming dishes.

    It can be used to make Qingming dishes, Jiang Shuangling picked a lot of Qingming dishes, and the absinthe on the roadside did not let go, so she picked two big baskets. When there were countless bamboo shoots in the spring, Sister-in-law Song also picked two large bags of bamboo shoots.

    The group of people almost bald the wild vegetables on the mountain.

    Jiang Shuangling and Zhao Yinghua took the basket home, washed it carefully, soaked it in water, boiled it in a pot, mashed it into a puree, and mixed it into the glutinous rice flour and sticky rice flour.

    Not only did the Qingming dish Baba, but also made the colorful mugwort green balls, one by one small mugwort green balls, just like glutinous rice balls, because it is not pure glutinous rice flour, not like glutinous rice **** Soft and glutinous, with the addition of sticky rice flour, it has some suitable hardness.

    They picked a lot of wild vegetables, and they made a lot of Qingming vegetable cakes and mugwort green balls, dozens of them.

      Liked by several children.

    Zhao Yinghua: “It seems to have done a lot.”

    Jiang Shuangling and Zhao Yinghua felt that it was enough to eat two youth balls, and the two children could not eat much, so they left more than half of the serving.

    Jiang Shuangling smiled bitterly: “It’s a bit too much.”

    The rice bowl at home is not there.

    Qi Heng left with the team a few days ago, and will not be able to return until three months later.

    Jiang Shuangling gave the extra-made Ai Yeqingtuan and Qingming Caiba to the neighbor next door, Wang Xueying accepted it with a smile, “You also went to pick wild vegetables? followed.”

    “Where’s Sister Xueshu?”

    “Their art troupe has activities. I’m watching the children at home. I should go back after a while.”

    “If I don’t go back, my men and children will have opinions.”

    After Wang Xueying came, although she went home every three or five times, she couldn’t stay with her sister forever.

    “Sister Wang, you have worked hard.”

    “With such a sister, what can I do, it’s all made by your old sister Wang.”

    Jiang Shuangling originally called her Sister Xueying, but when Wang Xueying heard it, she thought she was too elegant, which made her get goosebumps, and felt that the old king next door was better and more realistic.

    “Pharaoh Pharaoh, I am cordial when you call me, there is no distinction between you and me in the neighborhood.”

    Wang Xueshu: “I am the old king.”

    Wang Xueying: “I’m also Pharaoh.”

    Wang Xueshu: “I am the real king next door to Xiao Jiang.”

    Wang Xueying: “I’m the old Wang and her sister next door to Xiao Jiang.”

    …

    Jiang Shuangling only felt that her three views had been scoured again, and there are still sisters vying for who is the next king.

    Finally, the two Lao Wang sisters decided that Wang Xueshu is Lao Wang and Wang Xueying is “big sister”, so the word “big” will be highlighted.

    In the beginning, Jiang Shuangling couldn’t call this name, but Head He shouted shamelessly, “Miss Wang, Miss Wang, Miss Wang…”

    She only called a few times.

    “Ah…” Wang Xueying sighed, “I’m glad that I’m leaving, but I’m suddenly a little reluctant, especially Xiao Jiang, if you were my sister How nice.”

    “Sister Wang, I can’t bear to part with you.” Jiang Shuangling sighed, feeling that the weather in April always carried a sense of parting.

    “Don’t call me Sister Wang, I’m going to pack my things.”

    After returning from the house next door, Jiang Shuangling was in a gloomy mood. She sat beside Piggy and teased his little face. , A few months passed in a flash.

    Life is always separate and reunited.

    In the night, Jiang Shuangling was lying on the bed, a cold wind blew outside the house, and the spring rain began to fall again, and the sparse voice came into the room, which made the people in the bed feel agitated.

      For a while there was nothing.

    Only the child sleeps beside him.

    Jiang Shuangling opened her eyes in the dark, she turned on the light in the room, the child beside her was sleeping soundly with her small fists clenched, Jiang Shuangling leaned over and smelled the faint aroma of milk coming from him.

    She stared at the little guy’s face, but drew another face from this young face.

    Jiang Shuangling thought to herself, the days of separation are still hard to bear. When she closed her eyes, she not only thought about the face of the other person, but also worried about how the person would endure these few months after leaving. past.

    On the first day after Qi Heng left, she didn’t feel anything wrong, she thought she had accepted the fact that the other party was going to leave for a few months.

    In the end, it has only been a few days, and the sadness and longing in my heart are like a gushing tide, and I can’t stop it.

    Can’t sleep, Jiang Shuangling sat up wearing pajamas, she didn’t want to draw, but picked up the pen and started to write.

    She wrote nine hundred and ninety-nine words on a piece of paper.

    After finishing writing, Jiang Shuangling felt that she was really bored. She actually counted it again and again and wrote 999 words no more or no less.

    She seemed to have something to say, but she didn’t know what to say.

    I don’t know where to send the letter I wrote.

    This kid Qi Yue is no longer the one he was last year, he has learned a lot of truth, he will no longer run to Jiang Shuangling’s lap, clamoring to ask when his father will come back, carrying Jiang Che behind his back every day Small school bag to school.

    Come back and gather around my brother, tease the child with Jiang Che and raise rabbits.

    In the past, these two liked to watch the rabbits around the rabbit box, and now they have a hobby, that is, they are around the younger brother and amuse the younger brother.

    Jiang Che likes his little nephew Qi Hui, little comrade.

    “Xiao Huihui, called uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle…”

    Qi Yue’s perseverance is not so firm, temporarily giving up the ambition to call this cub a brother, but planning in private, he has already asked Song Laosan, and his younger brothers and sisters need at least six or seven It takes a month to speak to someone, and now teaching him is not a waste of effort.

    He secretly planned to build up a wave of strength first, and wait until the next few months to call his younger brother and elder brother every day.

    Qi Yue kissed his younger brother on the cheek and said with satisfaction, “My younger brother looks more and more like me.”

    After the kiss, Qi Yue hugged his brother, Jiang Shuangling and Zhao Yinghua looked at their two brothers with a smile.

    The stature of Qi Yue is not big, and when he holds his brother in his arms, he really gives a precarious sense of sight, and the two of them help take care of him.

    “Qi Er, now it’s my turn to hug.” Jiang Che also wanted to hug his little nephew.

    “Ah… ÷ Brother Mao pulled me on top!”

    The little guy in Qi Yue’s arms had a very innocent face with a baby fat face. Hearing his brother’s cry, he showed a relaxed and satisfied smile.

    Qi Yue’s pants were wet.

    Jiang Che: “…”

    Qi Yue’s whole face is stupid there

    Zhao Yinghua: “You just ripped off your brother’s diaper.”

    Jiang Shuangling: “…Cub, are you all right?”

    Comrade Qi Yue, who was urinated by his younger brother, had to take a bath and change his clothes. Jiang Shuangling and Zhao Yinghua helped Comrade Huihui change a new feces diaper. Jiang Che took the initiative to enjoy hugging his little nephew comfortably. time.

    Who knew that after enjoying it for a long time, Comrade Xiao Huihui dropped a pool of golden yellow.

    This proves that little gray comrade does not favor one over another, dear brother and uncle have a share.

    Jiang Che: “!

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    Zhao Yinghua: “…”

     Raising children is hard work.

    Jiang Shuangling hugged her piggy who was in the swaddle, anyway, after pulling it, the piglet became extremely poor and happy, shaking her calf and shaking her little arm, the poor and happy finished After that, the body arched to find the mother to ask for milk.

    Eat after eating, sleep after eating, sleep after sleeping…

    Day and night, happy like a fairy.

    Jiang Shuangling hugged the little piglet in her arms, thinking that raising pigs is nothing more than that. She glanced at the little piggy’s feces and diapers and thought that it really tasted like raising pigs.

    She looked at the little pig in her arms, but couldn’t help thinking of another big pig. When she left, Qi Heng had already been raised as a qualified nurse, and Jiang Shuangling was really worried that he would come back I won’t take care of the kids anymore.

    “It’s still April, May, June… The weather should be hot in June, and the pork I have worked so hard to raise in winter should be gone now…”

    I’m afraid that her big golden pig has been wandering outside for three months, and it will come back as a black and thin monkey.

    …Probably not.

    Zhao Yinghua asked curiously, “What are you mumbling about? Raising pigs?”

    Jiang Shuangling nodded, “Mom, I am raising pigs in the cloud now, and raising pigs in the cloud is raising pigs in fantasy.”

    Zhao Yinghua was choked, raising pigs in fantasy? She didn’t know that her young daughter-in-law actually had a hobby of raising pigs…

    The next second, Jiang Shuangling teased with the little gray in her arms, “Little pig, do you miss your father?”

    Piggy: “Yeah?”

    Zhao Yinghua: “…”

    What kind of pig does my daughter-in-law want to raise?

    The letter written by Jiang Shuangling was not sent, but she received a letter from Qi Heng, or it was no longer a letter, but a thick bundle of parcels, which he sent every day She wrote a letter and sent it together like that.

    Jiang Shuangling opened those letters, she read it all night, and read it over and over again and again, and even got bored to the point of panic, she counted the words of each letter, and wanted to see Qi Heng that dog Are men short on jins or two?

    After she counted many times, she once again sighed that this dog man is obsessive-compulsive. The number of words on each letter is not too many, all of them are 999 words.

    Jiang Shuangling barely slept all night, and the next day her eyes were red and red, like a little rabbit, Zhao Yinghua was startled when she saw her, and urged her to go back to her room to rest.

    “Sleep, go to bed, your brother knows you don’t feel bad for you.”

    This little brat Qi Hui has already turned over.

    Jiang Shuangling, Zhao Yinghua, Jiang Che, and Qi Yue were surrounded by four people on the bed.

    Turn over like a little turtle.

    Ripped off the diaper while turning over, revealing two halves of her little butt.

    The onlookers next to him applauded him, “Clap clap clap clap…”

    Qi Yue: “My brother is amazing!

    Jiang Che: “My nephew is amazing! Turn it over!”

    Zhao Yinghua: “My grandson is amazing!

    Jiang Shuangling: “My cub is amazing!  …

    Children Qi Hui sent out a series of unknown reasons: “Yah ah ah ah ah?”

    Although he can’t understand all of his babble, his brother, his uncle, and his grandmother, he can feel the excitement of this little brat.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    This is probably a rainbow fart to grab from a doll.

    It’s a pity that Qi Heng is not here.

    Jiang Shuangling took a pen and drew a cartoon of the whole process of the little boy turning over on the paper, which is a big step in recording the little guy’s growth.

    The Rongcheng pictorial with the booklet sold very well, but no one cared about it without it. This result is beyond He Jin’s imagination.

    “There is a urging over there to increase the amount.”

    “Cheng editor is really predictable.”

    “This is an explanation.”

    Editor Liu said sour next to him: “I didn’t expect this little guy who was just starting out to earn a few readers.”

    “This girl’s painting has a personal style. You haven’t seen her, and she is very adaptable.”

    “This story is also interesting, and anyone of any age can read it.”

    “Is she a student at any art school?”

    “Have you been drawing for a number of years?”

    …

    When the editorial department had a meeting and chat, I couldn’t help but talk about Jiang Shuangling. At this time, representatives of Shancheng Jinhua Publishing House happened to visit here. One of them was called Yang Mingzhu. After hearing the name Jiang Shuangling , suddenly felt familiar.

    Seems like I’ve seen it somewhere.

    So Yang Mingzhu remembered the Rongcheng Art Exhibition in July and August. He had seen several girls surnamed Jiang and knew her paintings.

    “Her painting is a bit level.”

    “Old Zhang, your publishing house is not going to convene a group of people to reprint the comic strip of “Ablaze”, do you want to consider finding her, although her level is still low, but her style is very good New ideas, you can let her join in.”

    “Fire” is a set of very well-known comic strips in China. It is an old work more than ten years ago. Jinhua Publishing House recently plans to organize a group of art painters to paint a new version. painting.

    Since a new edition is going to be published, the style and characteristics of the painting will naturally need to be changed. Jinhua Publishing House has recently been looking for an art master to take the lead to help organize a group of people to complete the reprint of the comic.

    Nowadays, there is still a lot of pressure on the reprint.

    “Choose her? Not right.”

    “We’ve already had a choice there.”

    “You guys have done a good job with this pictorial recently…”

    Three months are neither long nor short, and they just pass by quietly.

      A few small loofahs.

    Jiang Shuangling’s spring clothes were replaced by summer skirts, and the trousers of Qi Yue and Jiang Che were shortened again.

    “I’ll make an extra length for you when making trousers. You roll up the trouser legs first.” Seeing the changes of the two little boys at home, Jiang Shuangling had to sigh with emotion that the children’s growth rate is too fast Yes, especially the Miracle pupils.

      Crushed blue-lantern.

    However, it is this fat blue-lantern school uniform that can be worn from first to sixth grade amazingly.

    Wear it from the first grade to the sixth grade without changing it!

    Children Qi Hui, who could only turn over, can now sit on the cot, wearing the little Nezha lotus apron that his mother made for him.

    Jiang Shuangling, a very leisurely mother, also gave him a red seal on his forehead and pulled a red cloth to make him a messenger. It’s a pity that there is no small circle, but it doesn’t matter.

    Jiang Shuangling drew her little gray card Nezha, relying on her “ps” technique, to draw a small circle of artificial “P”.

    As the so-called brush in hand, I have it in the world.

    This kind of painting must be preserved and kept as a memorial in the future.

    Zhao Yinghua looked at the little grandson’s dress, and almost didn’t laugh at the side.

    “Don’t let the old king next door see you.”

    After seeing it, her family Junsheng will also suffer.

    “What if the old man next door sees it?” Jiang Shuangling smiled and pinched her cub’s face, wiped his saliva for him, and then turned to look at the calendar on the wall .

    She drew a circle on the calendar and murmured, “Is he coming back soon?”

    “It’s coming, it’s coming.” Zhao Yinghua said aside, teasing Little Nezha with a rattle.

    Xiao Nezha pulled his own haunted silk and grinned at grandma.

    “Ahhh?”

    Jiang Shuangling is a little restless these days, waiting for the dog man surnamed Qi to come home. She doesn’t know when the other party will return, but she is anxiously waiting for that moment to come.

    I haven’t seen each other for a few months, and I don’t know what people have become.

    But before Jiang Shuangling could see anyone, she first heard another message: “…transfer?”