The heavens set sail from the courtyard

Chapter 257 The Benefactor
When Zhou Zhigang was washing clothes, his apprentice suddenly ran over yelling.

"Master, Master, I have your telegram."

Zhou Zhigang raised his head, dried his hands with a towel, and asked, "Where did you get the telegram?"

"Ji Chun is here." The apprentice handed the telegram to Zhou Zhigang and said.

Zhou Zhigang quickly took the telegram, worried that something might happen at home, but when he opened the telegram, the expression on his face became strange.

It was a mixture of disbelief, ecstasy, and even a little bit of madness.

The apprentice has been with Zhou Zhigang for almost six years, and this is the first time he has seen the master lose his composure.

"Master, what happened at home?"

Zhou Zhigang subconsciously said: "My son is going to college! I am going to have a grandson!"

The apprentice was confused and asked, "Master, which of your sons is going to go to college, and which wife is pregnant?"

"My youngest son, Bingkun, was recommended to go to college, and his wife is also pregnant." Zhou Zhigang put away the telegram carefully, still not recovering from his excitement.

The apprentice congratulated: "Congratulations to Master, congratulations to Master, this is double happiness."

Thinking of his son, Zhou Zhigang couldn't help laughing and said, "That bastard is going to be a father too."

But soon, Zhou Zhigang also realized a problem.

The son has to go to school, and the daughter-in-law is pregnant again, what should the family do?

Li Suhua is in poor health and is still taking antihypertensive drugs. Her in-laws are even weaker and have a blind child.

The son is the pillar of the family, once he goes to school, if something happens to the family, who can take care of him.

Seeing the master's face suddenly sullen, the apprentice couldn't help asking, "Master, what happened?"

Zhou Zhigang put away the telegram and said, "I want to go back to Jichun early to celebrate the New Year."

The apprentice thought that Zhou Zhigang had a happy event and wanted to go home early.

Zhou Zhigang stopped washing his clothes, asked his apprentice to help him, and ran back to the dormitory to pack his things. He remembered something halfway through the receipt, and hurried to send a telegram.

A total of two telegrams were sent, one to Zhou Rong in Guizhou and one to Zhou Bingyi, both of which had the same content, telling their children to go home for the New Year no matter what.

Because sending telegrams was too expensive, most of Zhou Zhigang's salary was sent back to Jichun, so Wang Gang's happy event was not mentioned in the telegram.

When Zhou Bingyi received the telegram, he was still puzzled. Didn't he already write a letter to tell his parents that he would return to Jichun this year for the New Year?Why did my father still send a telegram to urge?
After all, he is a filial child. After receiving the telegram, he found his wife Hao Dongmei and planned to return to Jichun ahead of schedule.

On the other side, Zhou Rong, who received the telegram, didn't take it seriously. She still followed the original plan to take her children and accompany her husband Feng Huacheng back to her hometown.

On Jichun's side, Wang Gang told Zheng Juan to rest at home the next day, while he took out a jade pendant from the space and prepared to pawn it for money.

But what Wang Gang didn't expect was that the jade pendant he bought for more than 30 yuan in Xiaoshede World can only be regarded as 1400 yuan here.

But Wang Gang didn't care, he pawned it anyway, and deposited the money in the bank, and the pawn ticket was also collected.

When he returned to the magazine and was not ready to work, Shao Jingwen found him.

"Xiao Zhou, you go out with me."

Shao Jingwen took Wang Gang and left without saying where he was going.

At first, Wang Gang thought it was about work, but when he got out of the magazine, he saw a car parked on the side of the street, and Shao Jingwen took him into the car without saying a word.

Now Wang Gang knew that Shao Jingwen didn't bring him out for work.

Even the president of a publishing house is not qualified to ride in a car.

"Editor-in-Chief, where are you taking me?" Wang Gang asked in confusion.

"I'll take you to meet a leader. You can be recommended to go to university because of the help of that leader." Shao Jingwen said mysteriously.

"Ah?" Wang Gang asked in surprise, "Which leader can help me so much?"

"You'll know when you arrive."

Wang Gang found that the car drove into a compound and parked in front of a bungalow. An old couple stood at the door of the bungalow, seemingly waiting for him.

Seeing the old couple, Wang Gang knew who was helping him.

As soon as Wang got out of the car, the old gentleman among the old couple ran over enthusiastically.

"My savior has finally arrived."

That's right, the old man is Ma Shouchang.

When Wang Gang sent Ma Shouchang to No. [-] Hospital, he left without leaving his name. In the past three years, he never thought of getting acquainted with Ma Shouchang.

Unexpectedly, Ma Shouchang still found him.

"Mr., are you the one who slipped and fell in the bathhouse?" Wang Gang pretended to be puzzled.

"Savior, you are really easy for me to find!" Ma Shouchang held Wang Gang's hand and said with a smile.

Next to Ma Shouchang was his wife, Qu Xiuzhen.

The old couple enthusiastically invited Wang Gang and Shao Jingwen into the house, and entertained them with a plate of peanuts, melon seeds and fruit, which made Wang Gang a little flattered.

Talking about it, Wang just now knew that after Ma Shouchang was sent to the hospital, he kept thinking about saving his life.

It's just that Wang Gang didn't even leave a name at the time, and there was a huge crowd. Even if Ma Shouchang was a big leader, it was hard to find someone.

The reason why Wang Gang was found was because of the stories he wrote.

By chance, Ma Shouchang read a copy of Golden Land magazine, and was immediately attracted by the column story written by Wang Gang, and soon became a die-hard fan.

In order to meet his favorite writer, Ma Shouchang went to the magazine office and recognized Wang Gang from a distance.

Because of his identity, Ma Shouchang didn't meet Wang Gang immediately, but read the story he wrote from beginning to end, and the more he read it, the more he liked it.

Later, Ma Shouchang checked Wang Gang's background and admired Wang Gang even more, so he asked the president of the publishing house to raise his eyebrows.

The president knew about the relationship between Wang Gang and Ma Shouchang, so whether he sincerely cultivated Wang Gang or flattered Ma Shouchang, Wang Gang was recommended by the university anyway.

So Ma Shouchang was a big help to Wang Gang.

"Helping you last time was just a matter of effort." Wang Gang said modestly.

"The doctor said, if you hadn't sent my old horse to the hospital in time, his leg would have been useless." Qu Xiuzhen peeled an apple and gave it to Wang Gang.

"You are too polite. Anyone who sees this kind of thing will take action, that is, I happened to meet it." Wang Gang took the apple, not daring to take credit for it.

"This is our fate." Ma Shouchang laughed loudly, without any airs of being an official.

Qu Xiuzhen at the side noticed that Wang Gang had been very calm since he entered the door, possessing a calmness that he didn't have at his age.

"Xiao Zhou, you don't know that my old Ma likes your stories. Now Golden Land magazine subscribes to every issue, and I just read your column." Qu Xiuzhen admires promising young people the most, so she is very friendly to Wang Gang .

Wang Gang said a few words modestly, and Shao Jingwen next to him quit, and directly boasted: "Xiao Zhou's story is the trump card column of our magazine. He can not only write short stories, but also write long novels."

"Oh!" Ma Shouchang's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Do you have any works? Can you show me."

Wang Gang wondered: "I did write an immature novel, but in the verification stage, it is difficult to enter the elegant hall."

Ma Shouchang was slightly disappointed, and Shao Jingwen said, "I brought Xiao Zhou's first draft."

Wang Gang looked at Shao Jingwen in surprise, where did this come from?

Shao Jingwen took out a manuscript from his bag and handed it to Ma Shouchang respectfully.

Ma Shouchang took it excitedly, and then said to Qu Xiuzhen, "Bring me my reading glasses."

Qu Xiuzhen got up with a smile and brought reading glasses to her husband, while Ma Shouchang read Wang Gang's novel in front of everyone.

"The name of the novel is "Bright Sword"!" Ma Shouchang turned to the first page, and was immediately attracted by the content of the novel. Qu Xiuzhen didn't respond to calling him.

Seeing that Ma Shouchang was fascinated by reading it, Qu Xiuzhen also became interested and picked up the manuscript he had read.

As a result, Qu Xiuzhen was also fascinated by it.

"Old Ma, have you finished reading it? If you haven't finished reading it, show me first."

Qu Xiuzhen was ten years younger than Ma Shouchang, had better eyesight, and was faster at reading.

"Why are you in a hurry." Ma Shouchang held the manuscript tightly, which showed his love for novels.

This "Bright Sword" was created by Wang Gang based on the one he remembered, and tried to imitate it himself.

It is said to be a copycat, but Wang Gang did not copy it. Although the main line is similar, every word is Wang Gang's own creation, which is completely different from the original.

In fact, even if you asked him to copy out the original work verbatim, he would not be able to do it.

This Bright Sword is also Wang Gang's test of the waters. He plans to concentrate on developing literature in this world and stop doing business.

Ma Shouchang watched it for two hours in a row, but he couldn't get enough of it.

"Good book! It's really a good book." Ma Shouchang put down the half-read manuscript, and said to Wang Gang: "Can you let me keep your manuscript for a few days? I'll return it to you after I finish reading it."

"As long as Mr. Ma likes it." Can Wang Gang say no?
Ma Shouchang took the manuscript and said, "This novel of yours reminds me of many old friends."

(End of this chapter)