Porcelain is a precious invention famous in China for thousands of years. It evolved from pottery. After years of development and continuation, it reached its peak in the Song and Ming Dynasties. It has many types and is a famous art throughout the world. collection. Gu Yang benefited a lot from this trip to the Beijing Porcelain Expo. Since the Yuan and Qing Dynasties did not exist in this parallel world, the manufacturing techniques of various porcelains were not lost in the war, but were instead passed down. Not only were some precious porcelain types from the previous life able to appear at this expo, but there were also more porcelains that were not available in the previous life. Beautiful porcelain. This time, he was lucky enough to chat with Hu Zhengxing, the president of the Chinese Collectors Association. This middle-aged man in his fifties was so impressed by his works that he formed a good relationship. It is worth noting that Hu Zhengxing actually had some friendship with Ye Qian, a master of traditional Chinese culture. When the president of the association was drinking tea and chatting with him, he once asked him how Ye Qian's physical condition was recently. This surprised the young man at the time. He smiled and replied that it was very good. He couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart that the connections of the older generation were really broad, and he could still meet acquaintances here. If compared with the connections he had established at the beginning, it was simply a gap between an ocean and a stream. After admiring the porcelain for a few days and visiting a few familiar friends, Gu Yang ended his trip to Beijing and returned to his hometown, Luochuan City, instead of going to Tianhai. After more than half a year of hustle and bustle, Gu Yang finally found some peace when he returned to his home. Breaking away from the busyness of the bustling city, the pace of life suddenly slowed down, just like a speeding car suddenly slowed down, slowly driving forward with a leisurely mind. The brightness of the morning woke Gu Yang up from his sleep, and he yawned and got up to get dressed. After finishing the six poses, he held the bun in one hand and entered the kitchen. I saw Yang Luo was busy chopping leeks inside, and there were a few pieces of liquid on the surface of the kitchen knife, and next to it was a pile of flour in a basin. Next to it is the word "Hailan" written on the soy sauce bottle, which is the trademark of soy sauce. Today, they are going to eat dumplings. He stretched out his hand and twirled the plain white flour dust, feeling a slippery feeling that he couldn't grasp. Gu Yang stuffed the bun in his hand into his mouth in three mouthfuls, and said vaguely: "Mom, I'll help you wrap it later." "Hey, you are so busy outside, just take a rest, I can be alone." Yang Luo said without turning her head, the kitchen knife in her hand kept chopping, and she cut the leeks and served them. The clatter of the board. "It's okay. Mom, I have nothing to do anyway." "That's it, remember to wash your hands." "Hey." Gu Yang smiled, washed his hands quickly, returned to the kitchen, and started making dumplings. Dumplings are a kind of food that symbolizes family gatherings. There are many kinds of fillings, including celery, green vegetables and even meat fillings. Of course, Gu Yang¡¯s favorite is leek filling, but eating too much can make your mouth numb. With a little vinegar, this sequelae will disappear immediately, and it will be even better. There is an added feeling that is difficult to describe. The stuffing was mixed in a small basin, and the appropriate amount of ingredients was added, with Gu Yang's amazing strength. After the flour was battered and turned into pieces of dough, the time of making dumplings officially began. At this time, Gu Yang's ease outside disappeared, leaving only clumsiness and embarrassment. Seeing that the dumplings in her hands were either leaking out easily or crooked and out of shape, and seeing that the dumplings made by Yang Luo were neat and natural, like works of art, she couldn't help but smile, but she didn't leave. Instead of stepping out of this position, he continued to create his own unique style amidst Gu¡¯s mother¡¯s laughter. Now, he doesn¡¯t think it¡¯s a big deal no matter how ugly he makes the dumplings. The purpose is just to enjoy the time with his family. And his father Gu Zhengming was not at home at this time, but went to work as usual. It¡¯s not just for a living, it¡¯s just that being idle at home is idle. It¡¯s better to go out and be busy and enrich your life. As for performance, I am not as concerned as before. If I can succeed, I will succeed. If I can't, I won't think it's a big deal. I just want to earn a living and spend my spare time. Yang Luo and Yang Luo laughed and chatted for a while, talking about their interesting things in these days. The dumplings were already wrapped and put into the pot, and they were waiting for Father Gu to return. Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Gu Yang shouted "I'm going to see the door" and welcomed Gu's father in. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Placed on the plate, put the vinegar on the plate that would produce saliva when you smell it, and turned on the TV. It was a rare moment for a table of people to gather together, laughing at the content on the screen and talking about things. This is the time that Gu Yang has been looking forward to for a long time. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: Just chatting with people close to me, and I feel spiritually refreshed to the greatest extent.loose. "It would be nice if there was one more person." Using chopsticks to insert the dumplings he had made that were not round, Gu Yang glanced at an empty seat next to him, chuckled and shook his head slightly. I guess it will take some time. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He dipped the dumplings in vinegar, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them slowly. He turned his eyes to the TV and watched the news inside. The host on the TV is an intellectual woman, who is narrating a piece of news. It¡¯s just that the news was actually about him. "The income list of online writers and the income list of physical writers have been released, and the genius boy Gu Yang is on the same list." "After intense calculations, the 2016 annual income list of online writers and the income list of physical writers have been released. Among them, online writers The writer with the highest income is Chen Ling, who occupies the top spot with RMB 53.73 million, while the writer with the highest income is Zhang Qing, with an income of RMB 48.63 million. " "Among these two lists. , we were surprised to find that one person's name appeared on two lists, that is, the young writer Gu Yang. "Gu Yang ranks fourth among online writers with an income of 33 million. Occupying the third position in the list of physical writers, this can be said to be unprecedented" Before the words on the TV were finished, Gu Yang clearly felt that his parents' eyes were on him. "Son, is this true?" After a moment of silence, Father Gu expressed his doubts. Regarding Gu Yang¡¯s income, he had never asked about it. He thought it was not too much, just one or two million, but now that it was exposed through the media, he couldn¡¯t help but feel a huge wave of emotions. It¡¯s unimaginable that his son can actually earn more than 30 million yuan from royalties alone. This is not an adaptation of game copyrights. It is a one-time thing. A book can only be done once. This royalties can be said to be a steady stream, coming every year. Yes, such a large amount of income is difficult for normal people to obtain in a lifetime. "That's not true." Gu Yang chuckled and denied the media reports, making Gu Zhengming and Yang Luo breathe a sigh of relief. I said, how could it be so high? It turned out to be a false report. "It's a little higher than that number." What the young man added made Father Gu's heart tighten, and he couldn't help but tighten the chopsticks in his hand. "How much?" Gu Yang smiled, thought for a few seconds, and said, "About 41 million. After all, the music copyright fees and the company's dividend income are both in the same account, and they are mixed. This is an approximate figure, I can¡¯t calculate the exact amount. ¡°In fact, the statistics of this kind of writer¡¯s income list are not very accurate. Their income is strictly confidential because it is personal privacy. People outside can only rely on the data attached to the outside to make guesses. The results of such guesses must be very vague. The calculation of various channel fees and benefits will make even the internal members of Chendian feel dizzy, and they cannot calculate it. Standard data, no one knows how much anyone else earns except the author himself. When the number came out, Father Gu¡¯s chopsticks fell on the table, making a clattering sound. "You mean, you also have music copyright fees and company dividends?" "Well, yes, the combined income from the two is more than 40 million. In other words, there are more than 8,000 in my account now. Ten thousand." Since they were his parents, Gu Yang would not hide it and reported the number directly. Gu Zhengming and Yang Luo immediately fell silent. After a while, Gu Zhengming stood up and patted his shoulder: "Son, make good use of this money. This is your wealth." Gu Yang smiled and nodded: "Dad, I understand, sit down and eat. Let me get you some dumplings." This huge wealth did not make Gu Yang feel proud, but he was always humble and gentle to his parents. Because he will always remember what his father said to him at that banquet a year ago, as well as that frail figure. This kind of kindness should be repaid in a lifetime. And on the Internet, because of news reports that Gu Yang has entered the list of two major writers, there has been a stir about him again!