Quickly wear the cannon fodder, he made this short-lived script

Chapter 104 I am the real father (14)

With the tacit cooperation of the father and his two sons, Mo Ci quickly counted today's earnings. Unexpectedly, he made about a thousand yuan today. After deducting the cost of wholesale flowers and plants, he made about nine hundred yuan.

This is much easier than what Qian Fugui earns in half a month through physical work, and it makes more money.

Mo Ci touched the large stack of money in his hand, and then gave Qian Yijin and Qian Yichen a one-dollar bill each, solemnly stating that this was a reward for their good performance today.

The two children's eyes lit up when they saw the money. Even when Qian Yichen was in the Tang family before, he did not have the power to control cash, let alone Qian Yijin who came from a poor family.

Although this amount of money is insignificant among the pile of money, it was earned by the two children themselves.

Qian Yijin looked at Mo Ci and said quickly, "Dad, can I save this money? I can use it later when I run out of money."

Qian Yijin's words startled Mo Ci for a moment, then he nodded with amusement, "Of course."

Perhaps because he had been poor before, even though Qian Yijin was still young, he already had the mindset to be thrifty.

Mo Ci didn't stop him. It was good for children to have their own ideas. He remembered that person said that when educating children, one should not destroy the children's nature. It is enough to guide them occasionally.

Thinking about it, Mo Ci began to wonder whether he should buy a piggy bank for Qian Yijin. However, just as he had the idea, Qian Yichen on the other side also expressed his opinion.

"I want it too, I want it too. Dad, I'm going to save the money too. When I have more in the future, I'll give it to you."

The two children looked at Mo Ci with the same admiring eyes. Mo Ci smiled a little and reached out to rub the two children's heads.

"Okay. If you want to save money, you need a piggy bank. Dad will take you to buy one tomorrow."

Piggy bank?

The three words rang in the minds of the two children, and then they began to imagine what kind of piggy bank they wanted. Coincidentally, before going to bed, Mo Ci told the two children a story about piggy banks.

Nothing happened that night. The next day, Mo Ci opened his business first. Today's business was not as good as yesterday, but it was not bad either.

At noon, Mo Ci closed the shop and took the two children to buy piggy banks. Inspired by the story last night, one child chose a piggy bank in the shape of a tiger, and the other chose a piggy bank in the shape of a golden dragon.

They were still holding each other, reluctant to let go.

Mo Ci looked at it and just shook his head with amusement, letting them hold the baby in their arms.

In the afternoon, the shop continued to be opened. Mo Ci bought a newspaper and read it while practicing calligraphy with a pen.

The modern world at that time was the end of the world, and with the existence of high technology, Mo Ci had little time to write, and he was better at using a brush.

At present, his handwriting is much better than when he first came, but it is still not enough.

Mo Ci not only practiced calligraphy himself, but also taught his two children how to write. However, the characters they practiced were only one or two strokes, while Mo Ci wrote according to what was in the newspaper.

As he was writing, Mo Ci discovered that there was an address for submissions in the newspaper. Submit your article...

Mo Ci had an idea. He had read so many stories and experienced so many worlds. Maybe he could make some money from this.

If he became a talented scholar, he might be able to make friends with some powerful people, and maybe even use this to save Qian Yijin and Qian Yichen.

Thinking about it, Mo Ci did not delay and went to the newsstand to buy a large stack of past issues of newspapers. After he brought them back, he took the opportunity to practice calligraphy while reading the most suitable manuscripts at the time.

As time went by, Mo Ci figured it out, so he patiently wrote the manuscript while looking after the business.

After finishing a story, Mo Ci read it several times before sending it to the newspaper according to the address on the newspaper.

As for the result, Mo Ci left his phone number and the pen name "Mo Ci", and the other party might contact him when the time comes.

Alternatively, it is unclear whether the manuscript will be returned directly.

In short, Mo Ci did not put all his hopes on this, but continued with his daily life.

After a week, the flow of people to his store became stable. There were not many people coming, and not many people buying flowers and plants, but Mo Ci calculated that after a month, the money would be enough for the three of them, father and son, to live a better life.

Since this is the case, Mo Ci no longer cares about the manuscripts he had submitted before.

When no one was around, he would teach the two children. Even if they didn't know many words, Mo Ci could read them to them so that they could have a general impression.

The days passed slowly, and the only major expense for the father and his two sons during this period was almost all on food.

There was no way around it. Mo Ci’s cooking was really mediocre. He had made it once before, but the two children started having diarrhea after eating it.

Mo Ci didn't dare to experiment with the two children anymore, so he simply gave money to a nearby restaurant and ate there every day.

The other party also liked the two children very much, and would add meat to their dishes from time to time, while persuading Mo Ci to learn from them so that he could cook better.

Mo Ci had refused, but the other party always tried to persuade him, leaving him with nothing to do. So Mo Ci cooked a meal in front of the other party. The other party only took a bite and never mentioned asking his father to prepare a loving meal again.

Mo Ci's ears were much calmer now, and he continued to do his own thing.

As for the two children, they knew that Mo Ci's cooking skills were hard to describe, so they never said anything.

What Mo Ci didn't know was that after that, the two children would measure their height every day, hoping that they would grow up a little and take care of their father who couldn't cook.

Just one month later, Mo Ci received a reply from the newspaper saying that his manuscript had been requisitioned, and then they began to discuss the price with Mo Ci.

Even Mo Ci himself did not expect that he could earn 500 yuan from his manuscript of nearly 20,000 words.

This thing is really a huge profit for intellectuals.

After receiving the money, Mo Ci continued to write articles, and of course, he did not forget the business in the store.

The days passed as usual, and before we knew it, it was New Year's Day. Many people on this street went home, and Mo Ci continued to stay here with her two children.

Qian Yijin's birthday happened to be on the second day of the Lunar New Year, and so did Qian Yichen, so Mo Ci took the two children out for a big meal.

As the weather turns cooler, both children are dressed in round clothes, with rosy little faces, looking particularly cute.

When Mo Ci took his two children home, he saw a white-haired old man standing at the door of their store, looking at the couplets posted on the door with a serious expression.

The couplet was written by Mo Ci. He was good at calligraphy, and due to his personality, the words he wrote were as sharp as iron and silver, and had a special personal style.

Mo Ci looked at the other person for a few more seconds, and after making sure that the other person was not dangerous, he walked over with the two children.

When they passed by, the other party did not look over. Instead, he was concentrating on looking at the words on the couplet. Only when Mo Ci opened the door did he look over.

I noticed Mo Ci the first time. The old man's face did not look kind, but rather he had a sense of majesty without even being angry.

"Are you the owner of this store?"

The old man spoke and looked at Mo Ci. Even in this freezing cold weather, Mo Ci was wrapped in thick clothes, but the other party could still see Mo Ci's strong physique.

Looking at the two children again, a smile unexpectedly appeared in the old man's eyes.

Mo Ci nodded after hearing this, "It's me, you want to buy a potted plant?"

The old man shook his head and pointed at the couplet outside the door, "Did you write that couplet yourself, or did you buy it?"

As expected, he was the one who was attracted by the couplet. Mo Ci understood it in his heart and responded with a smile.

"I wrote it, what's wrong?"

After saying this, the old man looked at Mo Ci a few more times, and then said, "This calligraphy is very beautiful. Today, I am shamelessly asking you for a couplet. I will pay for it."