With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Xue Ming finished dinner in the space and monitored Cao Baoshan's family from the perspective of God. At this time, the Cao family had just finished eating.

Cao Baoshan went to the study to read the newspaper. His youngest son and daughter Cao Ailing pestered their mother to tell stories, and Feng Juanjiao took out a storybook and told them myths.

That mythical story was originally a collection of classical mythological stories excerpted by Xue Ming. It included classic myths such as Pangu creating the world, Nuwa mending the sky and Dayu controlling floods, etc. It was named Cao Ailing's bedtime story.

At this time, a man and a woman came to the Cao family compound and knocked on the door. The man's name was Dong Guoming, the deputy director of the Transportation Bureau, and he was holding a bulging travel bag in his hand.

The woman is Dong Guoming's lover Chen Zhenzhen. When they had dinner together, Xue Ming heard Dong Guoming say that Chen Zhenzhen seemed to be the editor-in-chief of a magazine publishing house in the provincial capital.

Feng Juanjiao took the Dong family and his wife into the study. No one in the two families spoke, and the air was eerily quiet. Xue Ming, who was hiding in the space, watched the show quietly.

"Brother Cao, Sister-in-law Cao, your royalties have been paid. Guoming will return the royalties to their original owners immediately." Chen Zhenzhen said with a smile.

The next second everyone was stunned, including Xue Ming who was hiding in the space. Dong Guoming took out a wad of ten-yuan bills from his travel bag and placed them on the table.

Judging from the thickness of each stack, which is a thousand yuan, there are ten full stacks of banknotes arranged in a small mountain on the table.

"Brother Cao, Sister-in-law Cao, this is a royalties of 10,000 yuan. Cao Ailing's bedtime stories are original literature, and the royalties are pretty good." Chen Zhenzhen said calmly.

With a royalties of 10,000 yuan, Feng Juanjiao turned pale with fright, folded her arms and trembled all over.

Xue Mingxin in the space said that it was not original. Those stories were all collected from the wisdom of the ancestors and came from classics such as Shan Hai Jing and Sou Shen Ji.

Feng Juanjiao's cold sweat slid down her forehead, "Why...why are there so many? How can there be so many?"

"It's not much. Do you know how much the royalties are for Defending Yan'an and Red Sun? They are tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands." Chen Zhenzhen said.

Cao Baoshan's hands were also shaking. He had never seen so much money in his life.

As the director of the Transportation Bureau, his monthly salary is only 100 yuan. Can he earn 100,000 yuan after working for 100 years?

Xue Ming's heart was trembling in the space, not because he was excited about the huge sum of ten thousand yuan, but because he was angry at the Cao family.

As the saying goes, if you plant flowers intentionally, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will create shade.

The original copying of the fairy tale was to help the Cao family help their daughter sleep, not to get it published by a publisher.

Xue Ming is well aware of the trend of history and the horror of three years later. After his ex-wife Han Yourong died of illness, he has always rejected Zhao Xue's pursuit in order to prevent himself from being contaminated by intellectuals.

Later, Zhao Xue was robbed by gangsters in the black market in the southern suburbs. It was at that moment that he discovered his love for Zhao Xue.

When Li Chuanying ran away from home, he became a coward once, so he didn't want to be a coward a second time, so he married Zhao Xue to prepare for future challenges.

Yesterday, Zhao Xue wanted to write a manuscript for publication. Xue Ming was very angry and forced her to swear that she would never write a manuscript in her life. Unexpectedly, her copied story was published privately by Cao Baoshan.

He stared at Cao Baoshan, lowered his head at the shotgun in his hand, and considered whether to kill someone and silence him.

Dahuang suddenly stood up when he felt his master's murderous intent, shook his head to search for prey, and roared angrily in his throat.

Xue Ming already had murderous intentions. A few days ago, when he was taking his younger siblings home for the holidays, he was hated by the people for getting dressed and riding a bicycle.

If those people heard about the 10,000 yuan royalties, they would definitely be jealous and want to kill someone.

It doesn't matter if you are jealous of one person, but if you are jealous of thousands of people, you will be torn apart.

"It seems it's too late to kill people and silence them. The royalties have been sent home." Xue Ming slowly put down the shotgun in his hand and stared at Cao Baoshan.

In the study room, Cao Baoshan took out one hundred yuan and placed it in front of Dong Guoming and his wife, "This is the hard-earned money for my brothers and sisters."

"No, no, I found such a good manuscript for my company, and my company has already given me a lot of bonuses." Chen Zhenzhen politely declined with a smile on his face.

"Old Cao, don't be polite to us, but you hid it well enough. I never thought you had the ability to write and write." Dong Guoming laughed.

"Brother Cao, Sister-in-law Cao, please put the money away and we'll go home and cook first." Chen Zhenzhen stood up and left.

After the Dong family and his wife left the Cao family, Feng Juanjiao cautiously came to the study room and looked at the huge sum of ten thousand yuan on the table with an embarrassed expression.

"Go and send Wanlong and Ailing to Brother Niu's house." Cao Baoshan said expressionlessly.

Feng Juanjiao hurriedly took her two children to Niu's house, then trotted all the way back to the study, standing in front of her husband with her head lowered, like a child who had done something wrong.

Cao Baoshan slammed the table with a bang, pointed at his wife and cursed, "Look at the good things you have done. The story was written by Xue Ming, why did you publish it in my name?"

"Don't blame me, blame Lao Dong and Lao Chen. That day when Ailing shared the story book with Mingming, Chen Zhenzhen happened to find it, so she copied a copy and showed it to the boss. Who knew that the story book would be liked by the boss? ." Feng Juanjiao cried as she spoke.

"You stupid bitch with long hair and short knowledge, do you know that this is flattery? It won't be long before I will be transferred to the cultural department, and Dong Guoming will take my place." Cao Baoshan's facial features were already ferocious, Feng Juanjiao was so frightened that she burst into tears.

Xue Ming, who was hiding in the space, probably understood the whole story. Dong Guoming was the second-in-command of the Transportation Bureau, and he could become the first-in-command if the first-in-command was transferred.

One day, the editor-in-chief's wife discovered the storybook "Cao Ailing's Bedtime Stories" written by Xue Ming, and asked her to secretly copy a copy and submit it in the name of Cao Baoshan.

Unexpectedly, the story book was chosen by all the leaders, and the magazine actually paid 10,000 yuan for the manuscript. In the future, as long as the picture book is published, Cao Baoshan will become famous.

At that time, the province will definitely transfer Cao Baoshan to the cultural department to take charge of the work, such as becoming the director of the cultural bureau in the provincial capital, or even serving in the higher-level provincial cultural department.

Cao Baoshan laughed angrily, "This royalties must be returned to Xue Ming, after all, he is the author. I was transferred from the promising Transport Bureau to the Cultural Bureau with no future. What are you messing around with?"

Xue Ming in the space jumped up directly, "I don't want this royalties, this is just money to buy my life, and I won't admit that I am the author."

"No, the story was given to you by Xue Ming. It belongs to our family. Of course, the royalties also belong to our family." Feng Juanjiao's voice suddenly became hysterical.

She jumped up and faced Cao Baoshan, "This is 10,000 yuan. Our family will never earn so much money in this life. If you dare to give the money to Xue Ming, I will divorce you."

Cao Baoshan was stunned by his wife's anger, and Xue Ming, who was hiding in the space, was also stunned.

The development of this matter is getting more and more interesting.