After the engagement banquet, the Wang family's life returned to normal. However, the Wang family's prospective son-in-law came a little diligent. He came to have supper almost every day, but he was slow to go home.

Of course, he would not eat for nothing. He brought rice and flour that he could eat for a month early, and occasionally brought knife meat and fish. Because of him, the living standards of the Wang family have improved sharply.

One day, it was raining heavily, and Liu Yulan simply put Wang Jiabao's bed in the room, and then kept him to bed.

After staying, the Wang family felt that there was an extra son-in-law who stayed at the Wang family for ten days in half a month and stayed at the Wang family for ten days.

Forget it, I've already passed the Ming Road anyway. Since the two elders of the Yang family have no objection, they turned a blind eye and went there.

Just as Wang Miaomiao was eating dog food and getting goosebumps all day long, the letter she sent finally came back.

However, when she opened the letter and saw the information, she felt that reality was too damaging to people and could not bear it. She remembered it in a daze. It seemed that in that ten years, there was no royalty for publishing books, magazines and articles, and there were rewards, and some stationery, etc., right?

Therefore, the letter included a lot of praise and praise for him and urged him to commit, but did not mention the relevant royalties, and only said that if the sales volume was good, he would win rewards.

I hope he can continue to actively and actively participate in his creation and contribute to enriching the reading interests of the general public...

A mistake!

Reward? Hehe...

Wang Miaomiao put away the two and one and a half-finished products, as well as the white paper crayons, and put them in the bottom of the box!

As for the letter, she didn't have to reply. She threw it into the drawer and was not upset. She did not have such great sentiments and leisure. She was better than lying on a salted fish with that time.

But she didn't know that Shi Zhenghe, editor from the People's Publishing House in Hai City, had to go to the guard every day to ask if there were any letters coming from City J. He was looking forward to it.

This year, the country has carried out some reforms in book publishing and encouraged the issuance of various types of books to enrich the reading needs of the general public.

The publishing house has a lot of letters every day, and it has been several days since Shi Zhenghe checked Wang Miaomiao's letter.

When he saw the magic holy star's painting, he was immediately attracted by the story and style inside. The story and form were very novel. Although he didn't know if it would be sold separately, he still wanted to try it. So he tried to print a hundred copies to try to sell.

Unexpectedly, a hundred books were sold out after being placed for two days. This was just at a sales point... and many people came to ask if there were any more.

Shi Zhenghe discovered the business opportunity and was very excited. So he immediately wrote a letter to the author and urged him to save the manuscript.

There is no way for the publisher to have a meal...

Today I reported this news to President Yu Xinwen, who wanted to ask for his opinion, add more quantity to print, and how much to add.

Yu Xinwen took the picture book and read it, "The subject matter is novel, the style of painting is unique, and it is very good. Can you increase the number of journals prints? Have you contacted the author? What will be the follow-up manuscript?"

Because the last page says, "To be continued, please stay tuned... the second chapter, the arrival of the magic holy star."

Yu Xinwen also gave an opinion after reading it, "If it is a serial form, it is best to publish one in a week."

"My letter has been sent for seven days, and I haven't replied." Shi Zhenghe said anxiously. It is said that City J and Hai City are not far away, and the letter will be available in three days, and it's time to come...

Yu Xinwen frowned, "Wait for three more days, hurry up and add more printing, let's check the sales volume. If the sales volume is good, I will go and talk to him in person."

It is really rare to be a good author, and publishers really need fresh blood.

Shi Zhenghe and Yu Xinwen must have been unable to wait for Wang Miaomiao's letter. Three days later, Yu Xinwen heard that the painting was sold out again, so he decisively set off with Wang Miaomiao's address.

The weather in August is hot and stuffy, and farmers are very humane when going out to work. The summer is long and the night is short, so they usually go out to work at dawn and come back only when it gets dark at night. In this way, they can be freed up at noon and don’t have to work in the field, which will cause heatstroke.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the sun was baking the earth. Wang Miaomiao wore a straw hat and picked vegetables in the backyard and prepared lunch for a while, but she didn't know that a guest from afar had arrived at the gate.

Yu Xinwen came all the way and after several twists and turns, he first took a bus to City J, then to Hongxing Town, and then went to Hongxing Commune to find out the direction of Shanghuang Village. He even borrowed the commune's bicycle to find it all the way. Even the middle-aged uncle was very tired.

"Is He Miao at home?" Wang Miaomiao's past address was real, but the name was a pseudonym.

"He Miao?" Wang Pandi shook her head, "We don't have a family named He here, have you found the wrong place."

"No? Are you not Shanghuang Village, Hongxing Town? You look at the address on the letter and the door number is the same." Yu Xinwen said anxiously and handed the letter to Wang Pandi.

When Wang Pandi looked at the address, it was indeed her home, and said strangely, "What's going on? He Miao? Miao Miao? Wait a moment, I'll go and ask my sister."

Wang Pandi went home and shouted to the backyard with her throat, "Miaomiao, come here, hurry up."

"Hey..." Wang Miaomiao picked two more cucumbers, got up and went back to the house with the vegetable basket, "Sister, what's the matter?"

"Miaomiao, a man came to the door and said he wanted Hemiao..."

When Wang Miaomiao heard this, she was shocked, and her lips were pursed and her eyebrows were a little surprised, "I'm looking for me, I'll go and take a look."

Wang Pandi didn't invite Yu Xinwen in just now. He was standing in the sun, and was dizzy when he was sunburned. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a veil.

Wang Miaomiao stood at the door and saw a middle-aged beautiful uncle wearing gold-rimmed glasses, "Who are you? Are you looking for me?"

"Are you He Miao?" Yu Xinwen looked at the little girl in front of him and felt a little incredible. "I am Yu Xinwen from Haishi Publishing House." He never expected that the author with a somewhat mature style would be a young girl.

"Oh... please come in and sit down." Wang Miaomiao was also surprised. She thought that the matter had passed, but she didn't expect someone in Haicheng to come over. What should I do?

It was hot, so my family cooked some mung bean soup to relieve the heat. Wang Miaomiao invited someone to come in and gave him a bowl of mung bean soup to relieve the heat.

Yu Xinwen is not polite either. He is really too hot. He only then did he feel satisfied and thank you after a bowl of wine.

Except for the two girls in the family, there was no adult. Wang Pandi was worried about her sister, so she didn't go back to the room. She sat down together and listened to them talking.

"Are you He Miao? The author of this magical holy star?" Yu Xinwen took out the printed painting in his bag and pushed it in front of Wang Miaomiao.
Chapter completed!