Age: My Small World

Chapter 86 A Letter (Sixth Update, Please Subscribe)

Not all the firewood needs to be taken to the threshing ground for cooking. You can take half of it home and stack it up.

After all, everyone knows that they need to store some firewood in the house to prepare for the winter, and the brigade is not so formal and has to show some favoritism.

After going to the threshing ground and putting half of the firewood in, Xiao Yuer wiped his lips which were slightly purple and hurried home. The color of the mulberry was quite heavy.

Yang Jun went to find his seventh uncle.

"Uncle Qi, has there been any letter for me?"

Although postal delivery is not very convenient, at least letters can be delivered to the village.

Fan Xinhe looked at him in surprise.

"What letter can you have? Who writes to you?"

Yang Jun thought that it made sense. The address he left at the newspaper office was the school's, and the letter was sent to the school, so he didn't worry about it.

"Seventh Uncle, I'll go back first."

Fan Xinhe waved his hand.

"Xiaoshan, wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

Yang Jun paused and looked back in confusion.

Fan Xinhe sighed and said, "I'm talking about the accounts of each household in the village."

"Last time, your mother sent me another ten yuan. Now the debt owed to the village is almost paid off. I thought I would settle it with you. Don't remember to pay it back in the future. Let your mother keep it to sew some clothes for the eldest and second daughters."

"This is national policy, so you don't have to worry about anything. Just pretend it doesn't happen."

"I was afraid I wouldn't be able to explain it clearly to your mother, so I came to you. You're a high school student, so you'll definitely understand what I mean."

How could Yang Jun not understand?

Just let him say that no matter how much he owed, he had to pay it back and give it to Uncle Seventh secretly.

In short, he would not take advantage of the villagers just for a few dozen dollars. With the small world in his hands, he would not lack this little money.

The only thing left to consider is to avoid becoming the target of public criticism, so even if I pay back the money, I have to ask Uncle Seventh not to make it too public.

Not everyone can exploit loopholes in the policy, so be careful not to lose more than you gain.

After a pause, Yang Jun replied:

"Uncle Qi, I'll go back and talk to Mom about this. I think Mom will definitely want to pay the money back. After all, the village's property didn't just come out of thin air."

"Why are you still so stubborn, kid?" Fan Xinhe thought the kid would agree, but his answer was unexpected.

Yang Jun smiled and said, "Wait a few more days. If it doesn't work out, I'll have the money to pay it back when I go to college."

Fan Xinhe became a little solemn after hearing this.

"If that happens, will we still be able to ask you for money? Stop talking nonsense. Go home and talk to your mother. I'll just wait a few more days."

"Okay, I'll go back to my uncle first."

After Yang Jun left, Fan Xinhe did not go into the house, but went towards Cheng Xiaoyu's house.

There is not only one family in the village that is in such a difficult situation.

After returning home, Yang Jun quickly told Li Xiaohua about what his seventh uncle had said.

"Mom, what do you think we should do?"

"Also, at home, we will do what you want."

Li Xiaohua is very decisive.

"I still have twenty yuan on me. Why don't you give it all to me? I don't need to buy anything to eat or use now."

In the past, Li Xiaohua was worried about the cost of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar and was very cautious with her money, but now that everyone eats from the same pot, she doesn’t have to worry about that anymore.

She had given Yang Jun five dollars before, so she didn't have to worry about him not having money to buy school supplies, and thought of taking out all the money she had.

If she hadn't paid back twenty yuan in a row, she would have still had thirty yuan on her.

Now there is only fifty dollars left in debt, and I feel relieved.

"Mom, let's wait for this. I have a way. Let's talk about it in a few days."

He was a little anxious. Why was there still no news?

If the manuscript is not good, at least give a rejection letter. Nowadays, newspapers are very responsible. Even if they don't want your article, they will write to let you know. It's very polite.

Li Xiaohua looked at him suspiciously.

"Son, your seventh uncle has said that you can't go fishing to sell fish in the village anymore. There will be big trouble."

If Yang Jun did anything risky, I would definitely be very worried.

Now I'm starting to worry that he did it secretly.

"Mom, I'm not stupid. I definitely won't break the law knowingly."

Yang Jun said easily.

"Okay, as long as it's not selling fish."

Just as Yang Jun was muttering to himself at home, a letter was slowly being sent south on a truck from the provincial capital.

……

At noon the next day.

"Student Yang Jun, there's a letter for you."

The security guard already knew this student who often ran out at noon and handed him a letter.

"Thanks, uncle."

Yang Jun looked delighted and quickly took it.

Without waiting for the uncle to ask more questions, he took the envelope to the side.

When I opened it, there was not only a letter, but also a draft for two hundred dollars and a newspaper.

He looked at the letter.

"Mr. Sanxia, thank you for submitting your article "The Story of Wumeng Mountain" to our agency..."

Sanxia is a pen name, which comes from his inspiration for the original story of Liu Daxia, so he chose this name.

The letter was written by the manuscript editor Xu Congwen himself, expressing his love for the article and his insights after reading it.

Even though he knew that Yang Jun was just a high school student, he did not look down on him. Instead, he started to discuss article writing with him.

The letter also stated that this time his article was valued by the editor-in-chief and could be printed in magazines and newspapers. The two hundred yuan was his royalties, a one-time payment.

As for more, Xu Congwen hoped that he could create more extensive articles, so that they could be serialized in newspapers or even published as books.

"Let's forget about serializing it." Yang Jun shook his head. He didn't want to get involved in the literary circle at this time.

Even if you really want to write a book, it may not be too late to wait until twenty years later.

The reason why he went to the provincial capital to submit a manuscript was just to have an excuse to spend money to improve his family's situation.

What surprised Yang Jun was that he received so much royalties for the story he wrote, a full two hundred yuan.

Attached to the bottom of the letter was a newspaper, one side of which contained his article.

The title was in bold, and comments from several literary critics were attached to it.

Yang Jun held the bill of exchange tightly and suddenly understood the meaning of the saying that knowledge changes destiny.

"Go get the money first."

He went to the only bank at that time and, facing the surprised looks of the staff, he exchanged all the two hundred yuan.

Adding the more than 200 yuan he already had left, the amount he had in his hands once reached more than 460 yuan.

I used some of it to buy thermoses and crispy candies, but there was still a considerable amount left.

"Now that I have this letter and newspaper, I have much more flexibility."

Letters and newspapers must be carefully protected, as these things will help him to make money in a legitimate way.

"Let's buy some good cigarettes for the old man first. He seems to have started smoking dry tobacco again these past two days, and the taste isn't that great."

Compared to cigarettes, the smell of dry tobacco is too strong, and he, who is a person who smells secondhand smoke, can't stand it.

Then bring some gifts back home.

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(End of this chapter)