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Chapter 16, Revision

"Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine, we're here. Hey, what kind of fish is this? It's so big. Did that Grandpa Sun give it to you? We saw it just now at the village entrance."

Xue Yuqing and several other children ran over excitedly, pointing at the salmon on the winnowing basket and talking with their mouths watering.

Today is Children's Day, so Xue Yuqing and other little kids are on holiday. They don't need to go to school and can have fun all day long.

Eight-year-old Xue Yuqing, her younger siblings, and several of her cousins ​​had no choice but to stay in Dahonggou Village because there were too many people in Old Wang's family and relatives were everywhere.

"This is called salmon. There are too many of them. Let's have dinner at my uncle's house later." Wang Duoyu was smiling and preparing to process the fish. Xue Yuqing and the others cheered when they heard it, and several older children expressed their willingness to help.

Rural children aged seven or eight can all make fire and cook. They may not be very skilled, but they are definitely not lazy and ignorant. They will definitely have no problem doing some basic housework.

However, before Xue Yuqing and the others could be happy for long, her mother Wang Meifeng came over and the little kids immediately scattered and ran away as if they were escaping.

Furious, Wang Meifeng only caught a few of the little ones because they had short legs and couldn't run fast. At the same time, she scolded Wang Duoyu: "Can you please stop pampering them? And cook fish for them, you?"

"Eighth sister, don't be in such a hurry to leave. Take half of the fish back and help me divide it."

"What the hell, who am I going to give these to? I won't do anything that offends people. Eat by yourself, I'm leaving now."

Wang Meifeng widened her eyes, cursed, and then left with the short legs without looking back.

His eighth sister has just such a temper. Wang Duoyu has no choice. How long will it take him to eat such a big fish?
Two days later, Sun Shouyi came over. Wang Duoyu pointed at his manuscript and patiently pointed out the places that needed revisions.

To be honest, when Wang Duoyu sees other people’s articles, he just wants to rewrite them himself.

Over the years, Sun Shouyi has never given up on becoming a writer. It's not that he hasn't worked hard enough, but he simply doesn't have the talent. His writing layout and word usage are not smooth enough, and he even uses the wrong words. This is definitely not acceptable.

So Wang Duoyu was a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should explain it directly to the other party. Sun Shouyi was older and saw his hesitation, so he said calmly:
"Great writer, if you have any ideas, just tell me directly. I'm not someone who can't accept feedback. I've been rejected countless times. Let's put it this way, the pile of rejection letters I received at home is already a meter high."

"I only have one dream in my life. I really want to be a writer. So if you have any ideas, please tell me directly. I will accept them."

Wang Duoyu heard this and pondered for a while before saying:

"Brother Sun, I've read your article and I've included my comments, but typos and such aren't the key points. Polishing someone else's article is no easy task. I've written one based on yours, and you can take a look at it."

"The reason why your articles have been rejected is that you haven't studied the writing style of this magazine and you don't read enough books." After giving the guidance, Wang Duoyu stared at the other party cautiously. Sun Shouyi was in a very complicated mood. He had read quite a few books, but Wang Duoyu still said that he read too little. Isn't this ironic?

At the same time, a thought arose in his heart. He was unwilling to accept the result and refused to admit defeat. Why could the article written by the young Wang Duoyu be passed, but his article could not be passed?

Looking at another article given by Wang Duoyu, which was written based on his article, Sun Shouyi had an absurd idea, and once this idea came up, he could no longer suppress it.

After leaving Wang Duoyu's house, Sun Shouyi returned to his own home and struggled for a long time. In the end, he was unable to uphold the pride of a scholar and chose to send out the article that Wang Duoyu had imitated.

The moment the letter was sent, Sun Shouyi felt relieved, but he was immediately under pressure again.

"I really don't believe it. Wang Duoyu's article is similar to mine. It's impossible that his article was accepted while mine was rejected, right?"

Just as he was thinking secretly, his colleague Cheng Mingwu came over and asked with a smile, "Old Sun, you submitted another article? You are really stubborn. It's been almost 20 years, right? You started writing before you even had a job. You have such strong perseverance."

"Old Cheng, if you were like Old Sun and only had two children, then you wouldn't have to worry so much and could pursue your dreams with confidence."

Hong Jiaxing, who was standing by, joined in the fun and said sarcastically, "Old Sun submits his work every year, and every year he gets rejected. He's addicted. If you spend your money on envelopes and stamps, you might as well buy two bottles of Lao Baigan and some pork head meat and peanuts. How much money have you wasted over the years? If you hadn't used your money to fill this hole, how much more carefree would your life be?"

This made a lot of sense, Cheng Mingwu and others agreed, but Sun Shouyi shook his head and said:

"I'm different from you. I'm a person with dreams. Believe me, I'm sure my manuscript will be accepted this time."

"Tsk, if I believed you could get the manuscript approved, Old Sun, I'd rather believe a sow can climb a tree." Hong Jiaxing curled his lips in disdain. "When have you not said you could get the manuscript approved? And you never get it approved. Old Sun, I say, you'd better give up on this idea."

Everyone laughed, obviously not believing that Sun Shouyi could make a comeback this time, but for some reason, Sun Shouyi himself was full of confidence, because of the two articles he sent out this time, one was the revised draft after Wang Duoyu gave his comments, and the other was Wang Duoyu's imitation manuscript.

"Just laugh, but when I get my royalty payment, I wonder how you can still laugh."

After hearing Sun Shouyi's words, everyone laughed even louder, especially Hong Jiaxing, who laughed very exaggeratedly and even imitated the former's words and repeated them. Many people laughed so hard that tears came out of their eyes.

Sun Shouyi's eyes went dark, he snorted coldly and turned away.

He has been used to being laughed at for so many years. It is probably because of these people's ridicule that he has persisted for so many years. However, he fails every time and keeps fighting. When will he be able to make it and become a real writer?

(End of this chapter)