Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5409 It's really not easy

Changping Village.

When Zhang Ban brought Xiaojie back to Changping Village's father-in-law's house, Da Sun bought him a table of meals, and Yang Huazhong and Sun's family were naturally invited.

Everyone sat around the dinner table, drinking the fine wine Zhang Ban sent, and the topic naturally turned to Zhang Ban's story writing.

"Zhang Ban, please tell us about your story writing." Sun couldn't help asking curiously.

Xiaojie also looked at Zhang Ban with a smile, hoping that he could talk to the big guys.

Zhang Ban then put down the chopsticks in his hand, sat upright, and cleared his throat.

"Thank you, aunt, for your concern. In fact, the thing is like this..."

Zhang Ban wrote his own stories in a few words, and then through the relationship of a classmate in Wanghai County with a rich family who opened a book store in the county, he copied a dozen of the stories he wrote and put them in the book store of the classmate's home.

Whenever a customer wanders into the book shop, he will find stacks of story letters on the bookshelf.

If you are interested, you will pick it up and look through it a few times. If you think it is not bad, you will buy it together.

Some found it not very interesting, so they put it back.

There is also a class of customers who are smart and like to read the stories inside, but are reluctant to spend the three to five cents, so they just stand in front of the bookshelf and scan to the end where the pen is written.

At this time, my legs are sore, my eyes are tired, my neck is also stiff.

"Zhang Ban, how many stories have you written during this time?" Sun asked again.

Zhang Ban thought for a while, "I wrote two stories in half a month, and they were not too long."

"If it's not long, how long is it? How many characters?" Sun asked.

Zhang Ban calculated, "Each story is about [-] words, and the two stories combined together have [-] words."

"Ten thousand characters?" Sun tsk tsk, as if he saw the thick stack of paper written by Daan back then, densely packed with small characters, it made one's scalp numb.

"How much can you sell [-] words?" Yang Huazhong also became interested.

Zhang Ban said: "Uncle, this is not sold according to the number of words. I bound the two stories into a booklet, and a booklet costs five cents."

"Ah, you only sell five cents for writing so many characters?" Yang Huazhong was surprised.

Usually there is something in the village that needs to be written, or couplets are needed during the New Year and holidays. Yang Huazhong feels that writing is troublesome, grinding and other things, and his hands are broken.

Zhang Ban wrote tens of thousands of characters in half a month, maybe there are still some revised and obsolete characters in it, so it only sells for five yuan a book?
"It's too tiring, it's too cost-effective, it's better to rest!" Mrs. Sun directly expressed the feelings of everyone.

Sun also said: "It's really not easy!"

There are several hens in the backyard, and they can pick up eggs for five cents a day. It is really hard to make money by writing stories to supplement the family.

Hearing the distressed words of the elders in the family, Xiaojie said: "Mother, aunt, our family does not rely on these stories to survive. Zhang Ban has his own errands. He uses his rest time to write stories. To put it bluntly, this is his story. Interests and hobbies, selling three melons and two dates is incidental. If there are customers who value it, we will happily accept it. Customers can’t spend money to buy it, and we don’t force it. What should we write? Write, people live in this world just to try to be fulfilled!"

Yang Huazhong said: "Xiaojie's words touched my heart. That's right, we can't just look at money in life and work, we also have to look at other things. Nephew and son-in-law, please write well, don't be discouraged, uncle is optimistic about you! "

Zhang Ban nodded gratefully and said: "I am not a person with great ambitions. I understand my mediocrity. I like reading books and listening to stories. I also like to adapt the stories I heard and then turn them into my own stories." Come out and share it with more people who like to read stories."

"Although the story I have spent half a month carefully crafting can't sell much money, at least someone is willing to spend money to buy it. This is an encouragement and a proof to me. I will continue to write it with my heart to write."

Many disappointments, many regrets, and many fantasies in real life can be mixed in words and vented on paper.

This is a kind of release for myself and a kind of catharsis.

Don't rush for success, craft carefully, and write every story carefully, so that people who read his stories can also feel the kind of things he wants to vent, and he has succeeded.

On the side, Xiaojie continued: "Girl, mother, there is one thing you haven't figured out yet."

"Although one booklet of Zhang Ban's stories only sells for five cents, ten copies can be sold for fifty cents. As long as his stories are well written and people like to read them, more booklets will be printed and sold. Gathering less and making more, maybe one day the college’s errands can’t be done, and we won’t be cornered and begging on the street. Zhang Ban, right?”

Facing Xiaojie's trust and support, Zhang Ban felt a warm current flowing and colliding in his chest.

He nodded vigorously, and said in a clang, "I will try my best to write more wonderful stories, so that you and your children don't have to worry about making a living!"

Xiaojie smiled shyly.

The other elders at the table also smiled heartily, and Mrs. Sun even took the initiative to put a chicken leg in the bowl for Zhang Ban.

"You write stories every day, and your brain is wasted. Eat a chicken leg to replenish your brain."

Zhang Ban was grateful.

But he dragged the chicken legs in the bowl to Xiao Jie's rice, "I eat chicken as if it nourishes my brain, Xiao Jie loves eating chicken legs, let her eat."

Da Sun's heart was full of smiles, but her face was pulled down on purpose: "She doesn't write stories, she doesn't consume her brain, so you should eat it by yourself!"

Zhang Ban shook his head, "She takes care of the children and does housework. It's no easier than me. Besides, I'm a man and I don't pay much attention to food."

……

After returning from Sun's house, Yang Huazhong said to Sun: "Look at Yongxian, and then look at Zhang Ban, what he is doing, he told us clearly, there is nothing to hide."

"Even if he earns little money, we won't underestimate him. People who make money steadily and eat by their own abilities are all remarkable."

Sun's face was also full of emotion, "Zhang Ban is more down-to-earth. Although he doesn't talk much, he has nothing to say. Before he had a conflict with Xiaojie, it was because the young man couldn't resist the temptation for a while and went astray."

"Fortunately, nothing major happened, but two letters were sent and received. Now seeing Zhang Ban and Xiaojie's sweet appearance, we are relieved."

Yang Huazhong said 'hmm' and agreed with Sun's words.

"Next time I go back to the county seat, I'll also go to Shupinzhan to take a peek. If I see Zhang Ban's books on sale, I'll buy a few more. Do you think it's okay?" Yang Huazhong asked Sun again.

Sun couldn't help laughing.

"That's good, but I still advise you not to do that kind of thing. When they find out, although we have good intentions, but Zhang Ban's child is down-to-earth and arrogant, we can't play tricks." Sun said.

There are always times when deceit is exposed, and it will dampen Zhang Ban's enthusiasm and confidence in writing stories, which is not good.

(End of this chapter)