On this day, Tian Sangsang returned from working in the vegetable field. Her clothes were dusty, one hand carrying a hoe, the other holding a bucket meant for watering.
From afar, she spotted a group of military wives gathered together, holding newspapers in their hands and seemingly discussing something interesting.
"I had my man read it to me—it's amazing! It's the first time I've ever seen a novel like *The Heroic Legend of the Condor Heroes*!"
"Exactly, even our kids love listening to it."
"This novel is so different from the ones before!"
"What kind of person could even write something so literary and full of storytelling? It's something I feel like I could never dream up, even in a lifetime."
"That's for sure. Educated people can live off just their pen their whole lives—people like us can't compare."
"Yang Tiexin really is a hero!"
The closer Tian Sangsang got, the clearer the voices became. She furrowed her brows slightly. *The Heroic Legend of the Condor Heroes*?
