Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 127 The Hookup of That Year
"You eat an ice fruit to cool off first, and then you can do your homework. Dad will cook first."

He Ping entered the kitchen with the ice fruit in his mouth, and washed and cut vegetables while gnawing on the popsicle.Zheng Wenzhi sells two types of ice fruit. Ordinary ice fruit is sweet and costs [-] cent a piece. Butter popsicles are much more expensive and cost [-] cents a piece. This is a snack that can make many children cry.

The strong milk flavor is much stronger than the Internet celebrity ice cream that sells for 30 yuan in later generations, but it may be that the taste buds have lost their minds because they have not eaten the products of later generations for too long.

When He Ping was cooking, Xiao Zhu'er came in to help after finishing his homework, and it was already past six o'clock after the father and son finished dinner.

It is still bright outside at this time, and August is the longest time of the year in the Northeast, and it will not be completely dark until after 7:[-].

At this time, several children had already come to the family, and they were all children in the team who had finished their dinner.

He Ping turned on the TV for the children first, and went back to the kitchen to clean up the dishes. He planned to do it for a while, but a voice called him came from outside the courtyard wall.

It was Kan Lijun, the postman of the commune.

"I see you more than I see Chunhua this day." He Ping joked.

"Who told you that there are so many people looking for a great writer like you, here it is." Kan Lijun handed the envelope to He Ping.

Since He Ping's reply letter to Pan Xiao was published in "China Youth" in June, he has received an endless stream of letters from literary and artistic youths from all over the country, all of which were forwarded by the editorial department. Writing skills, making friends, making boyfriends, making friends...

Among them are some celebrities of later generations, such as Wang Shi, Niu Gensheng...

Every three to five days, he would always receive letters. At first, He Ping was quite excited. This time, my buddy is considered a well-known figure.

Unexpectedly, more and more letters were sent, and there was no way to finish them. Even though he asked Mao Chunhua to help answer the letters, the letters still piled up every day. The letter was forwarded, and at the same time let them persuade enthusiastic readers in the magazine.

He Ping took the envelope, "Just this one?"

Kan Lijun smiled and said, "What, you think it's too little? Then I'll look for it for you."

"No need, no need, that's fine." He Ping wished that there would be no letters. He didn't get calluses out of copying the book, but wrote back letters that made his fingers come out of calluses.

He was thinking about it, and now the letters from readers are just like Qidian book friends, and they are full of words like "the author is very good at writing", "the author is very good at writing", "I have given you investment and monthly tickets, so you write quickly" , I don't understand the fact that the author Da Da wants to think about the fact that the plot is becoming more and more severe in the Mediterranean, and he doesn't feel sorry for the author Da Da's body at all.

When you use it, you call it Xiao Tiantian, and if you don't need it, you call it Niu...short, small, refined, and tough.

Pooh!Scumbag!

"Let's go, this is your last order for today, go home for dinner." Kan Lijun pedaled his bicycle and left gracefully.

When He Ping entered, a member of the commune watching TV saw the letter in He Ping's hand and asked, "Are there another letter? Why is there only one letter this time?"

Some time ago, He Pingcheng received a lot of letters, and everyone in the team knew more or less. I heard that He Ping became famous in a magazine called "China Youth", which is known all over the country. Painful city youths wrote to He Ping.

"I wrote a letter to the magazine last time, and they were not allowed to forward it. I really can't return it."

He Ping explained that the letter was sent by the "Science Fiction World" magazine, but he hadn't contributed to them for a long time, so he didn't know what the letter was about.

He Ping opened the envelope, and members with good deeds came over, "Where did this come from?"

He Ping didn't reply immediately, his eyes were on the letter paper.The content of the letter was not long, just one page. In a nutshell, "Science Fiction World" planned to publish a collection of short stories he had previously published in the magazine.

He Ping thought to himself, your reflex arc is too long!

The popularity of "Chinese Youth" has lasted for two months, and I just remembered to catch my own popularity. It can be said that it fits the temperament of this era very well.

But this is a good thing for He Ping. Publishing means getting money, who would hate money for it.

"It's nothing, it's just the novels that have been published in magazines before, and the magazine wants to publish them together."

"Collected and published? What do you mean?" Members have never heard of this term.

A member with brilliance scolded, "Stupid, it means publishing a book, uneducated."

"Hehe, another book is published. Didn't one come out last time? How long has it been? Another book has been published."

"It's really embarrassing to say that you are uneducated. The important thing is to publish another book? The important thing is that someone earns two times for an article. It will be paid for a while when it is published in a magazine. This time it will be published again."

"My God! How can I do this? It's too easy for a cultural person to make money."

The commune members gasped, the cultural people... were so terrifying!
He Ping waved his hand, "Don't listen to his nonsense, even if it's published this time, it doesn't cost much, it's just the remuneration for the number of prints."

A member who had seen He Ping's draft remuneration slipped his lips, "Don't listen to him talking nonsense, I read his list last time, and there was a saying of remuneration for printing copies. Do you know how much he got last time?"

"how much is it?"

"1599 yuan!"

"Hiss..." The members gasped again, "Why so much money?"

"Do you know how many books they sold at one time? One hundred thousand, one hundred thousand."

He Ping corrected: "It's a print. One hundred thousand copies were printed, not one hundred thousand copies were sold."

"Aren't they all the same? After it's printed, people can still put it in the warehouse, and don't they have to sell it?"

He Ping is speechless, what you said makes sense, and I have nothing to say.

The big discussion on "China Youth" not only made He Ping famous nationwide, but also brought obvious additional benefits. Fairy tale novels like "The Wandering Cricket" were published again within a few months. Reprinted, and hundreds of thousands of copies were printed at a time.

It can be regarded as a bestseller in any country and in any era.

He Ping happily thought about the upcoming manuscript fee, and the voice from the TV came to his ears.

"On August 8, the No. 26 meeting of the Fifth National Senior Officials Meeting passed the "Yangdong Provincial Special Economic Zone Regulations" proposed by the Government Affairs Council, and approved the establishment of a special economic zone in Nanshan."

The announcer's enunciation on TV was as clear as ever, without the slightest personal emotion.

He Ping raised his head, and the screen had cut to other news, he asked the people around him: "What did you hear on the news just now?"

"It is said that it has become a Nanshan Special Economic Zone."

"That's right, there seems to be Yangdong Province. Where is Nanshan? It's also in Yangdong Province? I haven't heard of it before."

(End of this chapter)