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Chapter 17, Luck and Acceptance
Bang!
Deep in the mountains, Wang Duoyu aimed his Type 55 small-caliber sports rifle at a wild boar more than 80 meters away. Being in the downwind position, he was not afraid of being discovered at such a close distance. However, after firing, the bullet still failed to hit the wild boar.

Wild boars have sensitive noses. If they are in the upwind position, they will detect the smell of Wang Duoyu and run away in advance.

Don't think that wild animals will stand there stupidly when they see strangers, and become targets for humans to shoot. Animals that can survive in nature are very sensitive to danger and avoid natural enemies or dangerous predators in advance. Humans are like natural enemies to ordinary wild animals.

"Fuck, you missed me again. Is my shooting skill really that bad?"

Wang Duoyu cursed inwardly. After firing the first shot, he fired the second shot, but it was obvious that the first shot, which was well-prepared to fire, failed to hit the target, let alone the second shot which was fired randomly?
The gunshots rang out, and the target had already fled and disappeared into the depths of the jungle, leaving Wang Duoyu staring in amazement as he pondered secretly. Seeing this scene, his brother Wang Duoshi couldn't help but comfort him:
"Ninth brother, don't be discouraged. If you go into the mountains a few more times, you will definitely be able to catch prey."

Wang Xiangdong, the eldest nephew who was watching from a distance, also said, "That's right, Uncle Jiu, you're such a great writer, it's normal that you're not so good at hunting. Uncle Shi is right, you have to shoot often to become proficient. Do you want to go to the shooting range with us during the next militia training?"

Wang Xiangdong, 27 years old this year, is the deputy captain of the Qingshan Township militia. It is really a very simple thing for him to arrange for his ninth uncle to participate in militia training.

His father's name is Wang Shoucheng, the youngest in his family. However, he is five years older than Wang Duoyu, but one generation younger. It can only be said that after 1949, the slogan "Strength in numbers" spread throughout China, so such a strange scene appeared. This is probably the characteristic of the times.

"Let's talk about it later." Wang Duoyu rolled his eyes and said depressedly.

In fact, he didn't want to make things difficult for himself, but it was rare for him to touch a gun in this era, so he just showed it off. As the saying goes, "It's always good to have many skills", especially in this great era, no one knows when he might need such skills.

Last time, he thought that improving shooting skills meant learning and practicing more, but he also needed to make money and write a math paper, so he had no way of focusing on practicing shooting. This is probably a common problem among scholars: self-righteous and overconfident.

However, today's blow also made him realize that if he didn't spend time practicing shooting, his marksmanship would not be able to improve.

Half a day later, his younger brother and nephew both hunted prey and returned with a full load. Wang Duoyu accidentally shot and killed a little wild boar.

It was a stroke of luck that they encountered a group of wild boars, about seven or eight of them. In the chaos, Wang Duoyu's bullet happened to kill the small wild boar weighing more than 30 kilograms.

On the way back, they met two groups of villagers. When they saw that Wang Duoyu had hunted a little wild boar, they couldn't help but praise him and said that he was both talented in literature and martial arts.

The villagers of Dahonggou have a clear distinction between love and hate. They hang out with people they can get along with, and when they meet people they can't get along with, they treat them like strangers and it's impossible for them to say hello.

The Wang family is the largest family in the village. They are not very popular, but they are not bad either. Moreover, Wang Duoyu is the only writer in the village, so it is normal for the villagers to be friendly to him.

"Great writer, have you heard? Sun Dapao has become a writer too! He just received a reply from the magazine today. Although the fee is only six yuan, he is very happy." Just as Wang Duoyu returned home, a neighbor came over and said something, and the neighbor sighed: "Great writer Wang, have you helped Sun Dapao revise his articles before? If so, you are amazing. Could you please tutor my child? Although I can't afford a salmon, I can still buy a pound or two of pork."

"Haha, that shouldn't be me, right? My ability is average, it must be Brother Sun himself." Wang Duoyu said modestly, without any intention of taking on too much responsibility.

Sun Dapao is Sun Shouyi's nickname. After all, he has been submitting articles for nearly twenty years, and every time he said that his articles could be published, but he was unsuccessful every time. Gradually, he got the nickname Sun Dapao.

No one expected that at the age of nearly 40, Sun Dapao actually succeeded in getting his manuscript passed and became a writer, which really surprised the villagers.

Back to this morning, at the Shuanghe County Post Office, when postal couriers Sun Shouyi, Hong Jiaxing, Cheng Mingwu and others arrived here to sort and deliver the letters, Sun Shouyi was the first to discover his own letter.

The moment he touched the letter, he knew that it must have been accepted, because the letter was very thin, only about two pages, while a rejection letter would be several pages long and of course thicker.

"Hey, Old Sun, your letter arrived? Judging from your expression, did it get approved?"

Cheng Mingwu noticed Sun Shouyi's abnormality immediately and asked in surprise. After noticing this, the others cast curious glances at him. Hong Jiaxing said without even looking up:
"Old Cheng, you're just stirring up trouble. It's not that I look down on Old Sun, but he has no qualifications to be a writer. He hasn't passed once in almost 20 years. His articles are rubbish, and you still want to publish them in a magazine? It's pure wishful thinking."

"Let's not even talk about newspapers, which are more demanding. Take a monthly fiction magazine, for example. They only publish a few novels each month, and 90% of them are by established writers. How many new writers are there?"

In 1957, the journal "Literary Studies" published "A Letter from Xia Kewei," which triggered a debate about young students' writing, careers, and ideals, and aroused extremely widespread discussion in the whole society. Veteran writers such as Zhao Shuli, Mao Dun, and Lao She all responded to this matter.

Zhao Shuli criticized Xia Kewei's behavior without hesitation, pointing out that it was unrealistic and putting the cart before the horse for Xia to abandon his study tasks and devote himself to studying cosmic issues and writing large-scale novels. He advised him that if he wanted to embark on the path of literary writing, he should first learn grammar thoroughly, have more social experience, study hard, and find a good job after graduation.

People like Sun Shouyi have been through this and of course they still remember it, so it is not unreasonable for Hong Jiaxing to comment on Sun Shouyi like this.

However, at this moment, Sun Shouyi had already opened the envelope and saw the remittance slip for the royalties inside. He immediately trembled and burst into tears.

When Cheng Mingwu and others saw this scene, they were stunned: They really gave him royalties?

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