Age: My Small World

Chapter 53 Excuses
For several days, Yang Jun didn't see his seventh uncle in the village.

I was originally planning to go to the provincial capital as soon as possible, but now I have to wait patiently.

However, he also took the opportunity to feed the big fish more spiritual water, hoping that they would grow bigger before heading to the provincial capital.

The catalytic effect of the spiritual water is truly amazing. As long as you feed the fish a drop of it, it will eat like crazy within two days, and the water will turn into its own flesh and blood, and it will quickly swell and grow.

Such an effect is hard to see on Yang Jun, probably because there is a huge gap between humans and fish.

Even so, he could clearly feel the health of his body after taking the spiritual water for a long time.

In order to get experimental results, he also dropped a drop on the plant, and the effect was also obvious.

A corn plant only needs one drop to complete the process from growth to flowering, fruiting and harvesting within a day.

One drop per acre of land can increase the growth process by ten days. If placed on an independent plant, the effect will be immediate.

It was already the end of August, and September would arrive in a few days. At this time, Yang Jun finally met his seventh uncle Fan Xinhe.

Uncle Fan's house is also a combination of stone and wood, but it has three rooms, a yard in the middle, and is surrounded by fences. To city people, it is definitely full of pastoral scenery.

Friday evening.

"Seventh Uncle, you're back."

Yang Jun happened to come over and saw Uncle Qi preparing to go back to the house, so he quickly called out to him.

"It's Xiaoshan, why are you here? Come in and chat."

Uncle Seven stroked his gray beard with a smile on his face.

Fan Yuanjie and Yang Jun from his family have been friends since childhood, so when Yang Jun came to visit his house, he was not too polite.

When Uncle Seven entered the house, Aunt Seven was not surprised to see him.

"Aunt Qi." Yang Jun greeted her politely.

"Xiaoshan, chat with your Uncle Seventh first. I'll go cook. You can come back after we eat." Aunt Seventh said enthusiastically, and then went to the stove to busy herself.

The two of them went into the front room and sat on the kang. Uncle Qi gave him a handful of pumpkin seeds and then took out his pipe and lit his pipe.

There was a thin layer of smoke and a pungent smell coming out.

He then said, "You wouldn't come here if you had nothing to do. Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Yang Jun didn't hide it and said, "Seventh Uncle, I need you to give me a certificate. I have to go to the provincial capital."

Fan Xinhe frowned: "Provincial capital? What are you going to do in the provincial capital?"

Yang Jun’s wait for the past few days was not in vain since he hadn’t found his seventh uncle.

He casually took out a stack of papers from his pocket.

"Uncle Qi, this is an article I wrote. I want to submit it to a newspaper in the provincial capital."

That was the excuse he came up with.

Being able to publish an article in a newspaper now is a big deal. I believe Uncle Qi will not stop it.

Sure enough, when Uncle Qi saw him take out the stack of papers filled with writing, his doubts disappeared immediately.

However, he was also a man of some knowledge. Although he could not understand what Yang Jun wrote, he knew that it was not easy to publish the article in the newspaper.

"What did you write? Can it really be published in the provincial capital newspaper?"

Yang Jun said in a relaxed tone, "Just give it a try. Maybe I can actually get in. If I can earn some royalties, then I can pay back the money my family owes to the village sooner."

"What is the royalties?" Uncle Qi was stunned, and his hand holding the pipe stopped, as he didn't quite understand.

Yang Jun paused, having truly forgotten that although his seventh uncle had some private school education, it was not much.

"It's just that the newspaper accepts my article, and when it appears in the newspaper, the newspaper will give the writer some compensation." He explained briefly. "Oh, these intellectuals are really amazing, they can make money by writing articles." Uncle Qi smacked his lips in amazement.

In fact, the current royalties are indeed not low. For example, if an article of 200,000 words sells 10,000 copies, it is estimated that one can earn more than 1,000 to 2,000 yuan.

As far as Yang Jun knows, many great writers have bought houses in Beijing based on their works, and that would cost more than 10,000 yuan.

You have to know that the average salary nowadays is only around 40 or 50 yuan. How could a famous writer only sell 10,000 copies of his book?

Take any famous person, their books can sell at least hundreds of thousands of copies. The power of intellectuals cannot be underestimated.

Even ten years later, a legendary work was published. Despite being generally banned, it still created the miracle of printing tens of millions of copies. Almost every educated youth at that time had a copy, and it was later adapted into a film and television drama.

Yang Jun naturally would not write such a suicidal article. He just wanted some royalties so that he could find a way to make money.

What's more, the more famous a writer becomes in ten years, the greater the ups and downs he will experience, and he doesn't want to get involved in this mess.

By the way, the royalties will be cut in half again in October this year, so we have to hurry up.

"Uncle Qi, what do you say?" Yang Jun ate a few pumpkin seeds and looked at Uncle Qi Fan.

Fan Xinhe took another drag on his pipe and asked, "Does your child really want to go?"

In fact, he was not very optimistic about what Yang Jun wrote. After all, Fanjiazhuang had not produced such a person in hundreds of years, and the article was too far away from him.

"How can we know if we don't try? We might as well go to the provincial capital. If it doesn't work, we'll just see the world."

If the current postal system were not so imperfect, he would really like to use express delivery.

Of course, there are other things to do on this trip to the provincial capital.

"Okay, I'll give you one. Be careful when you go into the city."

In the end, Uncle Seven agreed.

He felt embarrassed to stay for dinner, so he insisted on going home despite his uncle and aunt's requests to keep him.

"It would be great if this kid could really be successful."

Behind him, Uncle Fan smiled happily.

"I asked you to keep Xiaoshan for dinner, but you couldn't even keep him here, and you're still laughing. Come in and have dinner quickly." Aunt Qi called the old man into the house with just one sentence.

the other side.

When Yang Jun returned home, the meal was ready.

At the dinner table, when he proposed going to the city, his mother immediately rejected him.

"How old are you? You want to go to the provincial capital alone? It's too far. I can't let you go."

Out of concern for her son, Li Xiaohua said this without hesitation.

Seeing his mother throwing her bowl aside and not eating, Yang Jun was a little caught off guard. He didn't expect that the biggest obstacle to his going to the city came from his family.

"Mom, I'm going to the city, not out of town. I'll be back in two days. Why are you worried?"

"You've never been to such a faraway place since you were a child. What if something goes wrong?"

The more Li Xiaohua thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt.

"Xiaoshan, why don't you take me with you? Mom won't worry anymore." Second sister Yang Yumei was not worried about him and was thinking about going to the city together.

"Second sister, I have things to do, not to play." Yang Jun was speechless.

If we really want to go out for fun, I don't mind bringing one more person, but not now.

He tried to persuade her for a long time, even bringing up his identity as the head of the family, and finally got Li Xiaohua to agree.

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(End of this chapter)