Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 544 Pseudonym Haizi
Zha Haisheng said: "Well, it's only part of it. After the novel was published, it sold better, earning more than 30 in China, and more than 90 in Xiangjiang."

What he was talking about was the amount of money that he had shared with Liu Jun and Luo Yihe.

These two words of Zha Haisheng shocked his parents far more than he said that he resigned. If he said this with empty teeth, his parents might not believe it.

But the bankbook of 10 yuan is in their hands, so they can't help but not believe it.

Compared with the astronomical figures in the passbook, the resignation and work matters are not so important.

"How can there be so much money?" Mother still asked in disbelief.

Cha Haisheng explained to his mother: "Mom, we all raise money based on selling a book. We earn nine cents for every book sold. We earn nine cents for every book sold. This is In China. Books in Xiangjiang are more expensive, and we earn more. Didn’t I tell you just now that our books have sold more than 1000 million copies? This is how money is earned.”

The doubts in the parents' hearts were answered, but they still couldn't believe it, as if they were dreaming.

On the contrary, the two younger brothers looked at the elder brother with excitement and admiration.The elder brother has been the role model for their parents to educate them since childhood, and the drama staged today subverts their cognition even more.

"Mom, don't be dumbfounded. This money is for you, so you keep it. I still have money, so you don't have to think about me." Cha Haisheng broke the atmosphere.

Zha Haisheng brought too many surprises to his parents today, which made it difficult for these two elderly people who are nearly half a century old to accept.

The mother was a little at a loss with the passbook, "This is too much..."

"No matter how much it is, it is our money, so you can spend it with confidence." Cha Haisheng warned.

The father had been silent before, and now he said: "Put it away, the child earned it."

The father is the backbone of the mother. With his words, the mother can safely put away the passbook.

"Are you hungry? Mom will cook for you right away." After collecting the passbook, the mother started to cook.

The smoke rose, and the atmosphere at home slowly returned to its previous appearance.

The family finished their dinner happily, and it was getting dark outside.

Chajiawan has been connected to electricity since the year before last, and his parents are reluctant to turn on the lights on weekdays. Today when Cha Haisheng came back, they made an extravagant exception.

The family gathered around Cha Haisheng and asked him about his experiences outside in the past few years, mainly from his mother.

While the family members were chatting, several people came in from outside, all of them were elders of the village, and one was the village party secretary.

"Seeing that the lights are on in your house, I know it must be Haisheng who has returned." The village party secretary is also surnamed Cha, and he is of the same generation as Cha Haisheng's father, with the character "Zhen". Cha Haisheng calls him uncle.

There are two others, one called Uncle Six and the other called Third Master. The third master is about the same age as Cha Haisheng's father, but older.

After saying hello, several people sat down.

"Haisheng hasn't come back for two or three years, right?"

"Yes, three years."

"After graduation, I'm busy with work, and the capital city is indeed far away from my home."

Zha Haisheng came back this time just to explain his situation to his parents, and he didn't want to hide it, so he said, "Uncle, I'm not working in the capital now, I'm in Liao Province."

The expressions of the parents were a little unnatural. In the past few years after Zha Haisheng graduated, they kept telling the villagers that his son was teaching in a university in Beijing, because Zha Haisheng said so in the letter he sent them before graduation.

The uncle was curious, "Why did you go to Liao Province again? Was it assigned by the unit?"

The third master also asked: "Didn't your parents say that you were teaching in the capital? Why did you go there?"

"No. Instead of the professional job I did in college, I'm writing full-time."

"Writing? Became a writer?"

"That's it!"

At this time, Zha Haisheng's younger brother ran over and took out some martial arts novels he brought back, "Uncle, this is the novel written by my elder brother."

The kid still had a showy look on his face.

The uncle took the book with a surprised expression on his face, "You wrote this all?"

"Most of them are co-authored with friends, and only one is written by myself." Cha Haisheng explained.

The uncle opened a book, which was the first volume of "Heroes".

On the title page, the words "Written by Haizi, Xichuan, and Luo Yihe" are written there, and the three of them still use the pen names they used when they were in college.

Compared with pen names like Wolongsheng, Sima Ling, and Liu Canyang, they are not martial arts at all.

"Which one is you?" the uncle asked.

Zha Haisheng pointed to the first name, "My pseudonym is Haizi."

Uncle is one of the few people in the village who has attended junior high school, otherwise he would not have been elected as the village party secretary.

He carefully read the two pages of the book, and found that it was very similar to the novels such as "Three Heroes and Five Righteousness" he heard in Pingshu.

"Haisheng, your novel is like a storytelling book!"

"Uncle, this is called a martial arts novel. It is born out of the previous legendary novels, similar to "Three Heroes and Five Righteousness."

"No wonder, it's so good-looking." Uncle read it for a while, then closed the book, "Haisheng is promising, he's become a great writer!"

The third master and the sixth uncle were also curious about what Cha Haisheng wrote, but unfortunately neither of them had gone to school much, so they didn't quite understand it.

Sixth Uncle said in a regretful tone: "Haisheng, your book is good, but we can't read a few words and can't understand it. It would be great if it could be made like a storytelling book."

Uncle Six's words moved Zha Haisheng's heart.

Mother hadn't spoken much since the three elders entered the house. At this moment, she said, "Haisheng said that many people watched it outside and made a lot of money!"

Cha Haisheng understood his mother's desire to protect him, and didn't say anything.

But my father said: "What are you talking about? I have written a few novels. If there is anything to talk about, I just make a living."

Wealth is not revealed.

Cha Haisheng was amused by his parents' little thoughts.

The uncle also saw some clues, and asked with a smile: "It must be better for Haisheng to be a writer than to go to work, right?"

Zha Haisheng replied: "It's better than going to work."

The uncle recalled the unfinished topic just now, and asked, "You just said that you are now in Liaoning Province?"

"Yes. I met a senior writer in school, and he helped to publish the novel. We went to Liao Province once when we were in college, and we liked it very much. After graduation, the three of us all went to Liao Province."

"Where is it in Liao Province?"

"Pingxian, uncle, do you know?"

"Ping County?" The uncle read it twice, "I seem to have read in the newspapers in the past two years that there is a Han village there, and it is said to be developing well."

Zha Haisheng smiled and said, "That's right, my senior writer friend is from Hantun."

The uncle couldn't help asking: "Haisheng, is Hantun really as good as the newspapers say?"

(End of this chapter)