Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 17 Making Money Novel Publishing
"150 eggs, 72 catties of national general food stamps, 69 catties of local food stamps in Liao Province, 10 catties of roe deer meat, 3 catties of meat stamps, 15 catties of rice, 6 catties of loose tobacco leaves, RMB 44 and 2 cents."

As He Ping counted today's harvest item by item, the eyeballs of the Han Zhaojun brothers became more and more red. They had never seen so much money and good things since they were young.

Get rich!
He Ping was also very surprised. This era is really a paradise for businessmen. Doing a small business is like picking up money.

After counting, he observed the expressions of the brothers Han Zhaojun.

Seeing so much money and things for the first time, Han Zhaojun gradually regained his composure after the initial blood spurt.

In comparison, Han Zhaoshe is much more frivolous.

"Brother He, let's get rich." He tugged at the corner of He Ping's clothes and said loudly.

Han Zhaojun saw that his younger brother lost his composure, so he patted his shoulder vigorously.

"Brother He is selling well today, and our eggs are back."

It seems that He Ping is happy, but he is actually telling his younger brother that the business belongs to He Ping, and so does the money and things.

Seeing his brother's calm expression, Han Zhaoshe suddenly said, "Oh, yes, I forgot about it."

He Ping looked at the performance of the two brothers and nodded secretly. As the saying goes, money touches people's hearts. People are most likely to reveal their nature in front of money and beauty. Facing these money and things, Han Zhaojun brothers can not change their expressions in such a short period of time. Said that the parents taught well and had a good character!

Regardless of the reaction of Han Zhaojun and the two brothers, He Ping summed up the experience and lessons, "I can't change it like this in the future, things are too complicated and inconvenient, and I will change food stamps or eggs in the future."

"well."

For He Ping's business, Han Zhaojun and his brothers have no objection, and Xiao Zhu'er has no objection either, as long as there is something delicious.

Xiao Zhu'er just had a thought in her mind, if there is meat to eat, I want to eat big fat meat, her eyes are straightened.

He Ping smiled and nodded Xiao Zhuer's head

"What do you think?"

"Meat."

What the gluttonous child said made several people laugh, and He Ping said proudly: "Okay, let's eat meat tonight, enough."

The cheers of several young people spread far and wide.

On the way back, a member of the commune asked how they were selling chickens today. He Ping knew the truth that the money is not in vain. He only said that the sales were good and there were some leftovers. Anyway, no one opened the bamboo basket to look. Hearing that there were still chicks crowing in the bamboo basket, they thought they hadn't sold many.

Han Zhaoshe was eager to show off their brilliant achievements today, but Han Zhaojun held him down tightly and refused to say a word.

He Ping secretly gave Han Zhaojun a thumbs up, Zhaojun is still calm!
When the donkey cart arrived at the village, He Ping and the others just got off the cart when a postman with a black [-] came up behind him.

When passing by the old captain, he slammed on the brakes and stopped.

"Old captain, is there anyone named He Ping in your brigade?"

When He Ping heard his name, he turned his head subconsciously.

"That's not it, this is it, what's the matter?"

"Great thing, your brigade has a Wenqu star." The postman happily replied to the old captain, parked the car, took out a letter from his bag, walked over and handed it to He Ping, "Look at this."

This is?

Lying|trough!It's finally here, I've been looking forward to it day and night, you bitch is finally here!
He Ping looked at the magazines and letters handed over by the postman, his face flushed, his blood was surging, and he was full of thoughts for a while. Looking back on the ups and downs of the past two months, he felt like crying.

Your dog|mother|bred is finally here!
He Ping cursed again in his heart, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and said lightly, "Oh, it's finally here."

Communication in rural areas is still relatively backward these days, and many people will not receive a letter for several years, let alone the magazine handed over by the postman.

Everyone present looked over curiously, wanting to find out.

"Brother He, what is this?"

The escaped Han Zhaoshe spoke out for the big guys.

"It's nothing. I just wrote a novel and published it in a magazine."

He Ping's tone of voice seemed to be that of going out to the bathroom, and with words such as magazines and novels that members of the commune couldn't reach, everyone seemed to see the three big characters "pretending to be a criminal" engraved on He Ping's forehead.

"Magazines! Novels! Brother He, you are too good." Han Zhaoshe has the potential to be popular, and his voice is loud.

"real or fake?"

"Publish novels in magazines? Doesn't that make you a writer?"

Although the people present were very displeased with He Ping's pretentious behavior, publishing a novel in a magazine was beyond everyone's comprehension.

The old captain hurried out of the car and grabbed the magazine from the postman's hand.

"Contemporary? Is this magazine famous?"

The postman replied, "I don't know either. Anyway, it's run by People's Literature Publishing House. It's just published its second issue. I don't know if it's famous or not."

"People's Literature?" Everyone was amazed again. It doesn't matter whether you know people's literature or not, but as long as you hear the word "people", you know that it must be at the national level. There is no such thing as a universal film and television model company in this era. , Quantum Physiotherapy Center of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and other institutions that sell dog meat. .

"Good boy, I know you are not a mortal." The old captain patted He Ping on the shoulder, completely breaking up the pretentious atmosphere that He Ping worked so hard to create.

"Hey, old captain, I tell you to take it easy."

"I didn't see it. I really have the ability. This article has been posted on People's Literature, which is amazing."

He Ping felt that his shoulders were about to fall apart, and he could only say modestly: "Hey, it's a magazine sponsored by People's Literature, not People's Literature. I'm just a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse, luck and luck."

As he said that, he still bowed his hands to everyone, but the almost uncontrollable smile on the corner of his mouth had already betrayed him.

At this time, no one laughed at him for pretending, so everyone congratulated in unison.

There was another burst of praise from the crowd.

"Okay, the things have been delivered, I'm leaving first." The postman finished his work and was ready to leave. Before leaving, he reminded, "By the way, the remittance slip for your manuscript fee should be with the letter. Think about it." go!"

The onlookers didn't wait for He Ping to move, and directly opened the letter with their hands.
"Hey, I said..."

Everyone flocked together, scrambling to see the remittance slip for manuscript fees. For the members, this was a rare western scene in decades.

"Hey, I haven't seen what the manuscript fee is like."

"Let me see, let me see."

"What's up, don't squeeze, don't squeeze."

　Ask for a recommendation ticket

　　


(End of this chapter)